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Chapter 1178: The Crazy Wolf Who Slays the Wolf!

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    To be able to imitate Qi Jin to such a degree, in addition to the powerful saber skills, more importantly, the exquisite control of Dao Jin, which also shows the level of Po Jun's internal strength spirit.

    "The mad wolf cuts the sky!"

    Po Jun let out a loud roar, his powerful body surged like the sea, and Bu Feifan could even hear the tidal surge of internal force in his body!

    Bu Feifan's figure was tightly locked by the wolf formed by the blade force. This kind of lock cannot be avoided at all, because it is a breath lock. No matter how you avoid it, the breath locks, and the blade force will burst out.  , there is no escape at all.

    But Bu Feifan didn't even think about running away.

    clang!

    The Wushuang Huolin sword was unsheathed from the scabbard on the back in an instant, and there was a clear trembling sound in mid-air, and the flame-like light started in his hand, and it fell steadily into Bu Feifan's hand.

    Bu Feifan does not dodge or dodge, with horizontal arms and horizontal sword, his aura is earth-shattering!

    An infinite aura is brewing, the battle of masters, in addition to the competition of moves and internal strength, there is also a battle of aura.

    The so-called momentum is more will.

    A strong will is often one of the elements that must be born. This is a competition of beliefs.

    ?With the blessing of faith, God and Qi are in harmony, and Qi and body are in harmony.

    Such a combination of energy and spirit, condensed into one point, will burst out with unparalleled power.

    Bu Feifan slashed out with a sword, and when he slashed out, hundreds of sword qi exploded in an instant, but they did not rush out, but formed a huge willow tree above the Wushuang Huolin sword.

    The willow tree is swaying, extremely lifelike, and the leaves are shaking and falling, completely condensed by the sharp sword energy, lifelike.

    A powerful force of artistic conception then stirred up

    Boom!

    Under the intersecting of sword energy and sword energy, a terrifying wave of energy exploded. Centered on Po Jun and Bu Feifan, within a radius of 50 meters, the soil piled up as if it had been ravaged by a strong wind.  It was lifted, and then shattered like a spider web, as if a meteorite had landed and the earth exploded.

    Bu Feifan stepped back eight steps, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

    And Po Jun also retreated five steps with a bang. Although he didn't open his mouth to vomit blood, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his hair was messy, and he was a little embarrassed.

    It seemed that Po Jun had the upper hand in this blow, but Bu Feifan's disadvantage was not too great, and he felt evenly matched.

    This kind of result is unacceptable to Po Jun. He is a famous martial artist, and Jian Yuxian is just a mere junior in the Jianghu. How can the two be compared?

    Moreover, the battle between the two should not have ended like this!

    Shouldn't it be that he broke the army and flipped his palms, and the sword and the immortal died?

    How could this be the case?

    Do not believe!

    I do not believe!  !

    Having failed to take down Bu Feifan for so long, Po Jun just felt that his face was dull and very ashamed, and he even felt the eyes of the people from the Wujue Shrine below him betting on him. He had a faint feeling of being questioned and despised.  Illusion, this made Po Jun a little annoyed.

    However, this also made Po Jun finally put away the slight contempt for Bu Feifei, the original disapproval in his mind was completely eliminated at this moment, and what remained was a strong sense of fear.

    However, what he didn't know was that Bu Feifan had already used 12% of his skill. The willow leaf swordsmanship was Bu Feifan's strongest martial art at present.

    And Yitian Sword Drawing is Hidden Sword Art, its positioning is a lore, and it cannot be used casually.

    "Hateful If it weren't for the hand of God and the barren blood, I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation!"

    Bu Feifan was also a little embarrassed.

    Po Jun stood on the ground, his whole body swept out in a circular shape, and his powerful vigor uprooted all the surrounding trees and destroyed them all.

    A powerful aura like the abyss like the sea burst out, the aura on his body was brewing, his body was surging like thunder, and there was a terrifying echo like waves. This was the sound of the internal force being mobilized crazily.

    His body bent slowly, becoming extremely rickety, like an old man on the verge of death, but strangely exuded a terrifying beast breath.

    This aura is very ferocious, with a terrifying sense of oppression like a prehistoric beast, which makes Bu Feifan have the illusion that Po Jun in front of him has turned into an ancient beast.

    In Bu Feifan's eyes, Pojun at this moment is a bad wolf.

    "Aw!"

    One soundA low growl resembling a human voice came from Po Jun's mouth, the voice was extremely hoarse, and there was an earth-shattering ferocity in the ferocity. He put on a strange posture, like a wolf, raised his head ferociously,  Facing the sky.

    Following the lifting of Po Jun's head, Bu Feifan suddenly saw a ghostly green in Po Jun's eyes. The green light was completely not the eyes that humans should have.

    Juexin was paying attention to the scene on the battlefield. Seeing Po Jun's state at this moment, his expression changed wildly, and he took a breath, "This is greedy and devouring the moon, and it is the strongest move in the art of killing and breaking the wolf.  To the extreme, it can induce celestial phenomena, become a greedy wolf, and devour the silver moon!!"

    It may be an exaggeration to become a greedy wolf and devour the silver moon, but it is not a joke to attract the celestial phenomena, but it is enough to illustrate the horror of this martial art.

    "I didn't expect Po Jun to cultivate Sha Po Lang to such an extent. Even my father doesn't have it! Po Jun is really not to be underestimated, but I can't tell the old man. If the old man doesn't die for a day, I won't be able to sit on the Wujue God."  The location of the palace. This is also good, under the old man's underestimation, it will be of great benefit to me to let him suffer a dull loss!"

    Jue Xin's eyes flashed coldly, and the fierceness in his eyes flashed away.

    Bu Feifan has a calm expression on his face, but his mind becomes calmer in the face of desperation. This is the kind of person he was originally, and the greater the danger, the more calm his heart becomes.

    This is a very complex and contradictory extreme character.

    Facing the mighty Pojun who turned into a greedy wolf, Bu Feifan felt the earth-shattering horror of sword power and ferocious aura. There was no slight wave in Bu Feifan's heart. He was neither sad nor happy, and his heart was calm without any emotional fluctuations.

    He held the hilt of the Peerless Fire Lin Sword with his right hand, his will was concentrated, and only one sword existed in Bu Feifan's heart at this moment.

    That was a sword intent, a sword energy that could shake the heavens and earth, and could kill gods and demons with a single strike.

    At this moment, Bu Feifan seemed to be transformed into a scabbard, but there seemed to be a sword energy in his heart.

    Yitian sword drawing technique!

    Bu Feifan knew that he had reached the point where he had to use this sword, but he also knew very well what the price would be.

    But he had to use it.

    The Wushuang Huolin Sword was firmly held in the hand, and the blade ignited flames at this moment. It was burning with vigor, and the whole sharp sword was like blood in the setting sun, exuding a strong blood glow.

    His black hair danced in the wind

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