Chapter 250 Injury, Crisis
In this fight, except for the Wansheng Sect that lost Hua Xingchen, many people from the other three sects came.
Including their three deputy sect leaders, they came in person.
On the Dancheng Academy side, the two vice presidents came in person to maintain order.
When the fight started, the scene exploded instantly.
A series of roaring screams and applause rumbled, and everyone shouted Wu Yun's name.
Although it has been a month since the Doudan Conference, the heat is still unabated.
On the other side of the three major forces, although their own disciples also shouted the names of their young masters.
But the disciples of the three sects only came in a few hundred people.
How can it be compared with the hundreds of thousands of others? The whole venue can only hear the voices shouting Wu Yun.
This made Du Fenglin even more angry. He didn't expect that after a defeat in the Doudan Conference, he actually lost the support of the people in the southern continent, and no one shouted his name.
He looked around coldly, but he didn't find Wu Yun's figure in the whole venue.
Seeing that Wu Yun was late.
Du Fenglin roared: "Wu Yun, come out and die quickly. If you are afraid, kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, maybe I can spare your life."
After these words came out, countless people were furious, but due to Du Fenglin's identity, they dared not speak.
One by one, they stared at Du Fenglin angrily.
But they were also looking for Wu Yun's figure everywhere?
In the distance, Wu Yun's figure was like a gust of wind, turning into a phantom and flying quickly.
He landed steadily on the stone platform.
Seeing Wu Yun, the crowd screamed even more crazily.
I only heard Du Fenglin with a cold face, saying: "Wu Yun, you are finally here. You made me lose face in the Doudan Conference. This time, I will definitely tell you that strength is the most supreme."
"Really?" Wu Yun smiled indifferently.
Seeing Wu Yun's calm appearance, Du Fenglin was even more angry. He had already seen Wu Yun's cultivation.
"Hmph, you are only at the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm, not even at the Heaven Martial Realm. You dare to fight me? If you can beg for mercy, I will spare your life."
"Du Fenglin, you touched my Wu family and injured my right arm. These two things are enough to tell me that you must die."
The two sides confronted each other, igniting the atmosphere of the crowd again.
Some people shouted, "Wu Yun, you must win."
Others analyzed calmly.
"I'm afraid Wu Yun is a little bit in danger this time. Although he has a great talent for alchemy, his cultivation is still a little worse. Compared with Du Fenglin, who is at the peak of the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm, his chances of winning are slim."
In fact, even those who shouted that Wu Yun must win had the same concerns.
The gap in cultivation is difficult to make up, not to mention that it is such a huge gap.
"Wu Yun, from the time we met until now, I have given you countless chances. You didn't cherish them well. Now, you can't blame me."
Du Fenglin's face was terribly gloomy, and he no longer looked kind and hypocritical.
Such a cold and gloomy look is indeed completely out of tune with his monk's attire.
It's true that one's character cannot be determined by appearance.
No wonder Qilong and the others called him a fake monk, it seems to be true.
Du Fenglin roared, and his cultivation momentum was directly displayed, the third level of Tianwu Realm.
The huge breath oppressed Wu Yun.
Du Fenglin practiced a pair of iron fists. At this moment, he saw his fists moving, bringing waves of air ripples, and rushed towards Wu Yun.
Wu Yun did not dare to neglect it at all.
The shadow of the martial god was directly released, and the momentum of the original ninth level of the earth martial realm directly climbed to the first level of the heaven martial realm.
He hurriedly stepped back a few steps, and the cave demon pupil and the purple extreme heavenly sound hand were displayed at the same time.
He barely blocked Du Fenglin's fists, but his arms were numb.
It can be seen how powerful Du Fenglin's iron fists are.
Everyone off the field was shocked by Wu Yun's terrifying martial arts, which could actually raise his cultivation momentum from the ninth level of earthly martial arts to the first level of heavenly martial arts.
But at the same time, they were also secretly worried.
Even if he was promoted to the first level of heavenly martial arts, he would never be Du Fenglin's opponent.
The young master of Pingning Sect was known as the invincible existence of the same realm in the southern continent. Even the young masters of Yulong Valley and Lily Palace were slightly inferior.
Wu Yun, I'm afraid it's a bit of a stretch.
Sure enough, Du Fenglin punched again.
This time, Wu Yun no longer fought with his fists, and the silver blade flew out of his hand.
Ding, Ding...
For several consecutive moves, Du Fenglin's fists were extremely fierce and fast.
The silver blade hit Du Fenglin's fists, just like hitting an iron plate.
Although relying on the Dongyou Demon Eye and the Supreme Martial God Technique, he barely blocked these punches.
But the powerful spiritual impact still made Wu Yun very uncomfortable.
He felt the blood in his body churning and his arms numb.
After a moment, Du Fenglin punched fiercely again.
Wu Yun did not take the blow again, but used the Dragon Step, relying on the Cave Demon Eye to dodge everywhere.
But this Du Fenglin was really not bad. Even though Wu Yun used the Dragon Step and the Cave Demon Eye at the same time, he almost hurt Wu Yun several times.
This is the crushing of cultivation.
Wu Yun had exhausted all his strength just to dodge, not to mention counterattack.
After more than a dozen moves, Du Fenglin's fist wind just brushed Wu Yun's chest, and Wu Yun tiptoed and flew back to the corner of the stone platform.
While panting heavily, he quickly used the Supreme Martial God Technique to calm the boiling spiritual energy in his body.
Wu Yun's face was also a little ugly. This Du Fenglin was very strong.
Stronger than he imagined.
Before going on stage, he thought he had at least a three-fold chance of winning.
But now it seems that there is not even one floor.
Unless Du Fenglin makes a major mistake and trips himself or punches himself.
Otherwise, Wu Yun will be in a very dangerous situation.
The crowd off the field has already stopped screaming, holding their breath and paying attention to the fight between the two people on the stone platform.
They are concerned about Wu Yun, but the fight has just begun, and Wu Yun has been suppressed and has no chance to fight back.
In this game, Wu Yun is in great danger.
Seeing Wu Yun's panting and embarrassed appearance, Du Fenglin jumped and turned, flying back to the center of the stone platform.
He glanced at the crowd off the field, and finally set his eyes on Wu Yun.
At this moment, his depressed mood was finally relieved.
The face lost in the Doudan Conference is being regained step by step.
"Wu Yun, I said that you are trash in the arena."
In order to regain his face, Du Fenglin even said such words.
Maybe Wu Yun is indeed not as good as him, but it is naturally impossible to say that Wu Yun is trash.
You know, it took Wu Yun just over two years to go from a useless person to where he is now.
But Du Fenglin, under the care of Ping Ning Sect, has been practicing for more than twenty years.
In the corner of the stone platform, Wu Yun accelerated the recovery of the turbulent spiritual energy in his body while thinking about countermeasures.
If he continues to do this recklessly, he will definitely lose.
And what if he uses his trump card?
No, he can't use it.
The artifact has a prior agreement and can't be used.
The Lightning Induction Art is too heaven-defying. This kind of heaven-defying martial arts is more terrifying than a divine weapon.
It must never be used in front of others in the future. Anyone who sees it must die.
"What should I do?" Wu Yun quickly thought about various consequences.
The Supreme Martial God Art
