Chapter 919 Feng Nie is going to die!
"pity!"
"pity!"
Just when these people were about to leave, Jiuqu Sword Master's pupils erupted with sharp beams of light, staring at Feng Nie without blinking. After seeing that the scars on his body healed after several breaths, his eyelids He suddenly jumped down, a wisp of fear flowed, and he said through the voice: "Feng Nie is going to die!"
"What!" The Lord of the Galaxy was full of confusion. His eyes were solemnly looking at the arena, and he was also looking at the Jiuqu Sword Master in confusion. The doubts in his heart exploded to the extreme.
"Two!"
"no……!"
"Did you kill well?"
The Lord of the Galaxy suddenly froze in words as he stared at the ring, his heart beating suddenly and violently. He looked at Feng Nie in surprise and said, "His healing is half a beat slower than before!" This was insignificant. details, but if it is half a beat slower than the last time, it will be completely different.
When he saw the flash of anxiety on Feng Nie's face, the pounding heart of the Lord of the Galaxy was confirmed. He was keenly aware of the aura around Feng Nie, and even the aura of the entire Martial Cliff Region!
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"Damn it!"
Anxiety appeared on Feng Nie's face.
He practices a powerful technique. As long as he is not beaten into blood mist, he can be reborn with a drop of blood. But there is a fatal prerequisite, that is, the spiritual energy is sufficient. And where is this place, the rules are disordered? , the martial cliff domain where the rules of the avenue were broken and the spiritual energy was thin, had been defeated by high-level monks earlier.
There are not even living stars in the Martial Cliff Territory, and the power of the Eighth Realm does not care about these. Even weak energy can be captured. Earlier injuries could be quickly healed by devouring huge spiritual energy, but now the spiritual energy of the Martial Cliff Territory It's so thin that supply exceeds demand.
Every injury.
Healing is slow.
Accumulate again and again.
His scars.
It takes several breaths to heal.
"Am I going to die here?" A rush of crisis came over him, but his forehead, which he boasted of being invincible, was covered with beads of sweat. It was an arena of life and death, but also a cage. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
"puff!"
This time.
Cut it down with one sword.
Feng Nie's right arm.
Cut off!
Drenched with blood.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...it took fifteen breaths for his broken arm to heal, and for this reason, there were multiple sword marks left on his body. The Tianyuan Taoist woman and the Anyuan Taoist man who were about to leave were also suddenly startled. Even though they had not noticed any clues earlier, their eyes burst out with intense beams of light at this time, staring at the martial arts arena, and said in shock: "The spiritual energy is thin, and the entire martial arts cliff domain has no spiritual energy!"
"Boom~!"
The ancestor of the Ancestral Star Taoism.
The head of the Domain Palace, the head of the Chong family.
Everyone looked at him in horror. Feng Nie released a monstrous glow from his body. He was constantly devouring the spiritual energy earlier. He may have devoured all the spiritual energy. Now, what is left is no longer enough to support his huge life body. Every swallow swallows it. It's a massive quantity, reaching the point where the supply exceeds the demand, and the injuries on the body are constantly leaking. If this continues... Feng Nirvana will be finished!
"Martial Arts Arena!"
"It's a martial arts arena!"
They found the source of the problem in an instant. If Feng Nie appeared in other domains, this injury was not a problem at all. He could return to his peak in two or three breaths, but the martial arts arena restrained him. It was a cage. It was planned earlier. According to the rules, only one person who enters can come out alive.
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"Hiss~!"
"Is it possible?"
"There are really eight realms!"
"To fall!"
The ancestor of the Ancestral Star Taoism had a numb scalp. He was used to enjoying the feeling of being unrestrained and having no one above his head. When he saw that a person from the Eighth Realm was about to fall, the fear of the future directly overwhelmed him.
Feng Zhanqiong slapped a big hand forward, but the Jiuqu Sword Master in black robes, barefoot and carrying a sword, stared at him coldly and said: "Those who enter are responsible for life and death. Our Taoist Academy has not intervened, you Still want to interfere?”
"Boom~!"
However, Feng Zhanqiong ignored it and took action directly, and led the Nine-curved Sword Master to fight in the ring, destroying the formation with terrifying aftermath, and forcibly rescued Feng Nie. All he had to do was release him and go to other star fields. Injuries are nothing.
"You passed!" The Lord of the Galaxy also showed anger. He was very worried that if he also participated, he would be playing into his own hands. The aftermath of the confrontation between the three eight realms was enough to destroy the formation and allow Feng Nie to break free from within. However, he could not do anything and just watch the aftermath erode. There was also a sense of powerlessness.
At the critical moment, an invisible abyss stood up to block the aftermath of the fight between the two. The Dark Abyss Taoist man stared at Feng Nie coldly and said: "The two sides have agreed on a life-and-death battle, so what qualifications do you have to intervene?"
Feng Zhanqiong's pupils were sharp and he was extremely angry. The huge abyss stood there and swallowed up all the aftermath, unable to affect the formation at all. The 'ancestor of the Ancestral Star Taoism', the woman of the Tianyuan Taoism' and the head of the Chong family also took a step forward. , lined up in front of Feng Zhanqiong, preventing the aftermath from reaching the arena formation.
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"Ninth form!"
"Flower of Life!"
"A green lotus!"
In the center of the ring, the rules of this world have long been broken, but there are powerful sword moves to kill. Seeing the opponent's huge life form gushing and bleeding, and the huge scars cannot be healed, Chu Xun naturally understood in his heart , which seems to him to be a matter of course.
When he was in the seventh realm, he had a fighting power that was not weaker than that of the early eighth realm. After breaking through the eighth realm, he already had the fighting power to compete with Feng Nie. In addition, he did not underestimate the opponent in this confrontation. He merged the black-clothed clone with the original body. Even if it was not the peak of the three-in-one, it was far better than the ordinary middle eighth realm. Moreover, he went all out and even used the Confucian and Taoist heaven-defying techniques.
On the other hand, Feng Nie was indeed in the middle eighth realm, but his talent was there after all. If it were not for the support of a big man who promoted him to the eighth realm, he would not even have the qualifications to reach this realm. Or relying on the three treasures, "a small tower", "a tripod" and "an ancient seal", he was not bad in the middle eighth realm.
But how could these treasures make up for his all-out efforts? The outcome was determined from the beginning, and the five hundred years after he broke through the eighth realm were the process of all-round improvement of realm perception. His strength increased day by day, and progressed at an exaggerated speed. Feng Nie's defeat was reasonable.
"The tenth style!"
"Sword Sun!"
Chu Xun swung out the Qingteng Sword, and a brilliant sun slashed down. Although it was called the Sun, how dazzling this sword was compared to the sun?
"Puff~!"
Feng Nie staggered, blood gushed out of his mouth, and there were sword marks on his face and body. His purple robe was tattered and had long been stained with blood. The protective armor was riddled with holes and was in tatters. His middle-aged face flashed with resentment and powerlessness.
"The complete version of the eleventh move!" Chu Xun whispered softly. This was the result of his brief enlightenment after breaking through the eighth realm, plus the result of 500 years of practice. He practiced the eleventh move directly to the complete form. Needless to say, the power was so great. When the sword was slashed, the sky and the earth flashed a dazzling scarlet, and Feng Nie's head... flew up!
"Hiss..." With the sound of horror, the eyes of the entire Taihang Dao domain were fixed on this scene.