I have a holy letter

Chapter 452, psychological game

On the way back, Wu Yue took the time to look at Yang Feng, and saw that his complexion was rosy and his eyes were bright, how could he look injured?

Suspicion flashed in my heart, and I thought to myself that this should be some kind of secret technique to stimulate potential.

Just listen to Wu Yue's loud voice, "Brother Yang used the secret method to suppress the injury, although it can temporarily restore strength, but most of this heretical kung fu is just a trick, and it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. I guess, the longer it is delayed, the more deadly hidden dangers will erupt." .”

If Yang Feng only recovered from his injuries, Wu Yue might have doubts, but he would not be as sure as he said, but he was obviously stronger than before he was injured, which is against nature. There is bound to be a big problem with the regular situation.

Yang Feng narrowed his eyes, and was startled again, secretly a little apprehensive.

It can be heard that Wu Yue's words are not only affirming his injury, but also telling him clearly that he is going to use the delaying tactic of not wanting Bilian.

As long as Wu Yue entangles Yang Feng with clever power, so that he can't get out to heal his wounds, and he doesn't need to kill him at that time, he will be dragged down by the injuries on his body.

This is actually Wu Yue's psychological tactics, so what if you know brother's plan?Don't you have to continue acting according to brother's script?

Knowing the other party's next plan, but there is nothing to do about it, and can only watch all this happen, and the psychological frustration will be more violent than normal.

I saw Yang Feng said with a stern face, "Whether Yang's injury is healed, brother Feng can come and try!"

"Yo! Still want to lie to me? It's just whimsical!"

Wu Yue thought it was funny, even if Yang Feng had Pang Ban's strength, he couldn't scare him, not to mention that he was only a junior innate, and compared horizontally, he was not as good as Qin Mengyao.

He wants to lie to himself if he is more powerful, and he is not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing.

Wu Yue stretched out his right palm, and pressed the air in front of him, the majestic spiritual power came out of his body, controlling the falling raindrops, turning into slender and sharp water drops, falling towards Yang Feng's position like a blanket go.

Yang Feng stood still, waving the iron crutches to form dense crutches, protecting his body tightly so that the water could not get in.

Rapid ding ding sounded continuously in the field.

The first wave of Shui Qianben failed to injure the enemy, and was scattered into sprays by the iron crutches, scattered around.

Wu Yue seemed to have expected this a long time ago, so he didn't care at all, he raised his left hand horizontally, and pressed it out with his palm again.

In front of him and behind him, countless raindrops were controlled by Lingzi, turned into water and shot away.

There are not many spiritual seeds contained in each water thousand book, but the number of hundreds or thousands made Yang Feng tense up and dared not relax for a moment.If you slack off a bit, you will end up being shot into a sieve!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Tieguai brought up the roaring wind, and swept all the incoming attacks to the ground.

However, a wave of Shui Qianben had just been broken up, followed by another wave.And seeing Wu Yue's relaxed and happy expression, he can continue this kind of attack for a long time.

Yang Feng was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, but he was helpless in every way.

Seeing that the opponent stood firm in place and had no strength left to fight back, Wu Yue sneered in his heart.Earlier, he had made it clear that he wanted to fight a war of attrition with Yang Feng until the moment when his injury broke out.

No matter how aggrieved I feel, what can I do?If you have the ability to bite me!

Time passed slowly between attacking and defending.

This is the first wave of Shui Qianben?Thirteen, or fourteen?

Yang Feng couldn't remember clearly, he just felt sore and painful in the arm wielding the iron crutches. The iron crutches, which used to be as light as a wooden stick, gradually became heavy, and every time he made a move, he consumed more qi than usual.

The reason why he has been sticking to the same spot is to paralyze Wu Yue. When the opponent thinks that he is about to die, he will fight desperately, and there may be unexpected gains.

As for running away, the idea just came up, but he immediately dismissed it.

Wu Yue was able to chase this place all the way from Wuchang Mansion, so it is conceivable that he must have some kind of tracking secret technique, and he cannot crack the other party's tracking secret technique. If he escapes, he is definitely seeking his own death.

Right now, he only hoped that the injury would erupt a little later, so that he could paralyze his opponent a bit more, and strive for a higher chance of success in the final blow.

Let's do it after two more waves...

Yang Feng thought so in his heart, while defending, he quietly adjusted his inner qi, preparing to adjust his energy to the peak before the final ultimate move.

But at this moment, the next wave of attacks was no longer densely packed Shui Qianben, but a domineering sword light that seemed to cut through the world.

Yang Feng tried to paralyze his opponent with an unchanging defense, why didn't Wu Yue think so?

Thinking about it in another way, he was seriously injured and had to face an enemy stronger than himself. If he wanted to survive the desperate situation, the only choice was to pull up his pants and make a last-ditch effort.

If you want to prepare for the final ultimate move, you must adjust your breath and restrain your edge.Just like a poisonous snake always coils up its body before preying on its prey, it is a truth.

The sky before dawn is the darkest time, and the adjustment before the fight is also the weakest time.Therefore, Wu Yue has been waiting, waiting for the moment when the other party adjusts his breathing!
When Yang Feng took the initiative to reduce the frequency of moves and pretended to be exhausted, Wu Yue, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled clearly, stepped forward with his left foot, and turned his right hand into a knife. The violent spiritual power poured down like mountains and rivers. out.

hum! !

The whole world seemed to be intimidated by the terrifying power that was gathering momentum, and the falling rain stagnated in the invisible aura, freezing in mid-air.

The blue light exploded, as bright as a rainbow.

In an instant, Yang Feng's entire field of vision was filled with the mysterious blue color, and he couldn't see anything else.At this moment, no amount of MMPs can hide the resentment in their hearts.

I was cheated again!
Last time, Wu Yue hurt his finger when his momentum was frustrated and his true energy was not flowing smoothly.But this time, although he was cautious and was not found by the opponent, but because he was preparing for the final ultimate move and took the initiative to restrain his momentum, he hadn't had time to adjust.

He was full and I was exhausted, and he still responded passively. Yang Feng once again fell into an overwhelming disadvantage!

As a result, the winner was actually decided in the psychological game between the two!

In the dazzling blue light, Yang Feng sent the iron crutch up clumsily and cleverly, and the full of true energy surged and blasted on the sword light.

Of course they do!
He didn't have enough power, and he had to passively fight against Wu Yue. The innate qi entwined on the iron crutch just collided with Lan Mang, and was immediately scattered in all directions.

Yang Feng let out a miserable snort, and felt the force coming back from the iron crutches wave after wave, his hands were split open, blood spattered everywhere, and his arms were in excruciating pain.

Vaguely, he even heard the sound of the arm bone breaking.

After a stalemate for less than half a second, the iron crutch could no longer hold it, and flew into the depths of the woods in a circle, and finally plunged into the tree trunk with a puff, and the whole thing was submerged in it.

Victory is decided!

Yang Feng sighed, his hands were hanging limply by his sides, he lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyes to wait for death.

A second passed, and the imaginary slash did not actually land, replaced by that ghostly white figure.

"Being killed by a sword is death, and being drained of internal energy is also death. I think you may prefer to keep the whole body." Wu Yue appeared in front of Yang Feng at some time, with his left palm against his dantian, and the Star Absorption Dafa was activated. ...

The massive loss of true energy made Yang Feng unable to stand still, his body limply leaned on Wu Yue's arm, and he said with a dead face, "The winner is the king and the loser, Yang is convinced that he lost this battle, I hope you If you can crack the secret of Eagle Knife, otherwise, Yang’s present is your future.”

After saying the last word, his voice gradually lowered, and then Yang Feng tilted his head and died.

(End of this chapter)