1218: C1218 Feng Wuji Lost

C1218 Feng Wuji Lost

Article 1218. Feng Wuji lost.

"Get up. Show me your true strength and fight with me for two moves."

A Zi did not like this kind of trick.

She was here to fight. What was wrong with you kneeling and kowtowing? Can you still fight?

"Lan Yan knows that he is not a match for Lady A Zi and is willing to admit defeat!"

As he speaks, he turns around to look at Feng Wuji.

"Master, lord A Zi is really an Ancient Giant Dragon. I do not have the confidence to challenge."

After a moment of silence, Feng Wuji waved his beast ring and kept the Blue Flames Beast.

"Since the warbeast can't be used, I will have a taste of your Martial Skills!"

Feng Wuji circulated all the combat power in his body, and without waiting for Zhang Xing to agree, he attacked him.

A Zi felt that it was tasteless, so she could only retreat to the side and watch.

Although Feng Wuji could not see Zhang Xing's cultivation level realm, he still attached great importance to him in his heart.

If his guess was right, Zhang Xing was invited because of the Giant dragon's protection.

However, among the nine people behind him, how many Giant dragon were there?

Feng Wuji was not the only one who could think of this.

There were also many big shots.

Apart from shock, they were also shocked.

......

Feng Wuji was best at moving erratically.

In addition to the Martial Skills skill that could be upgraded.

Among those of the same level, there were very few people who could be his match.

This movement skill of his was somewhat different from the others.

Everyone else circled around their opponent, but he drew a triangle around Zhang Xing.

Leaving behind a faint shadow in the air was not only strange, but also strange.

They could not help but think that they must not be trapped by this triangle.

Otherwise, they would be cut into pieces.

Feng Wuji had already fully unleashed his movement technique. His movements were not old, and he could advance and retreat freely.

"It's time to attack!"

He muttered in his heart. A cold light flashed in his hand, and two daggers appeared.

"Stacked Shadow Transformation!"

With a low roar, nine figures materialized in an instant. At the same time, they brandished their daggers and stabbed at Zhang Xing.2

"Not bad! Not bad! Wuji's power had increased greatly, and his Martial Skills had also improved by a lot."

Feng ancestor nodded his head approvingly.

"Looks like Wuji has gained a lot from his seclusion this time!"

An elder of the Feng Family arrived.

"The Stacked Shadow Transformation is able to solidify one's figure. I'm afraid he has already cultivated it to the Perfection Stage?"

Another elder with another surname asked.

"He hasn't reached the Perfection Stage yet. He's only at the Perfection Stage of Six Star Venerable One. He still needs to continue cultivating when he reaches the Seven Stars Venerable Stage."

Feng ancestor explained.

"Zhang Xing seems to be at a loss. Look, he is still standing there in a daze. He must be feeling dizzy now!"

An elite disciple of the Feng Family mocked.

"Hehe! Zhang Xing, I will beat you up with nine real body. Let's see what you will do!"

A proud smile appeared on Feng Wuji's face.

"In the face of absolute strength, all falsehoods can't even withstand a single blow!"

Zhang Xing said in a flat tone.

"Humph! Humph! I hope you have the ability!"

As Feng Wuji spoke, the nine figures that were about to stab Zhang Xing suddenly changed their moves.

"Eh? Nine different attacks. Interesting."

Zhang Xing narrowed his eyes, still unmoved.

The nine figures were like nine living people. They stabbed, lifted, twisted, or swept. ......

They surrounded Zhang Xing and sealed off all paths of retreat.

There was no other way other than to fight him head on!

Eighteen gleaming daggers were about to stab into Zhang Xing's body.

Suddenly!

Zhang Xing moved.

He raised his right leg and kicked at a figure.

His legs were longer than his hands, as long as his speed was fast enough!

Boom!

A figure instantly flew out and fell out of the arena like a kite with a broken string, unconscious.

The sixteen daggers that had stabbed into Zhang Xing's clothes, along with Feng Wuji's figure, shattered like bubbles.

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