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Chapter 690 Trump Card
What kind of character can be seen as a strong person at first glance in the world of martial arts?
When this question comes to mind, everyone will have their own answer, but the three people who appeared in front of Feng Xue at least proved that Qingyun, at least Heshuo, is the form that people think a strong person should have.

A solitary swordsman with concerns and who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

A slovenly wandering beggar who plays around in the world.

And the destined protagonist who has already walked in front of him, with a crooked smile on his face, full of youthful vigor!

The monologue came out of its sheath by itself, and like the flying sword in the legend, it knocked away the young man's sword. The ink-stained sword drew an arc and went straight for the young man's head.

However, since he was Wangjiang's top fighter, the young man would not retreat so easily. A soft whip shot out from his sleeve and actually wrapped around Mo Ran's sword, forcibly deflecting the sword's force.

Seeing this, Feng Xue clenched his left fist, with his fingers like phoenix eyes, and gathered the majestic momentum in his palm. He punched out, and it seemed that black thunder suddenly appeared in the air.

This punch was so powerful that it seemed to crush even the air. But at this moment, a broad palm wrapped in green light suddenly inserted between the two of them. Feng Xue felt that the punch suddenly lost its power, and the young man was also pulled away by it. At the same time, some careless words rang out -

"Young man, don't be so aggressive. Let me tell you, this Wangjiang Seal is a very troublesome thing. It cannot leave Wangjiang. Now that you have the Feilu Seal, just keep it! If you insist on fighting to the death..."

The language completely violated the law of sound propagation and directly appeared in Feng Xue's mind. Although he didn't know what the Wangjiang Seal was used for, he was a soft-hearted person. If you talk to him in a good way and show your sincerity, he might give it to you. But since you are going to war, don't even think about taking away a good thing, even if it's just a piece of junk!
The left fist that was originally blocked shook violently, and the domineering aura held in the palm suddenly exploded. The powerful deterrent force shook the bastard away. The right hand released Mo Ran and turned into a killer whale punch, heading straight for the face!
This fight between killer whales may seem crude, but it is faintly mixed with the sound of waves, as if there is an apparition of a black and white sea beast, swinging its tail with that palm.

The bastard was frightened, and he bent his elbows and wrists to protect his head, but he still flew out in a spin.

Feng Xue felt the touch in his palm, but frowned. Although it looked very powerful, this blow obviously did not hit the target!

Dissipate energy!

It is a highly completed energy-dissipating device!
There was no time to review the minute operation that the bastard had completed in an instant. Feng Xue pointed his finger and the Monologue suddenly stood up. With a crisp metal collision, he easily blocked a thrust from the blind spot behind him.

In this transparent world that combines the God's perspective and extraordinary intuition, there is no room for sneak attacks. While the attack was blocked, Mo Ran had already stuck to the young man's neck.

Snapped!
Without any warning, the young man's lower body suddenly went weak, as if he had stepped on empty air, and he fell flat on the ground for no reason, just avoiding the fatal sword. Only a few strands of hair remained in the air.

"The protagonist's good luck?"

Feng Xue thought to himself, and exerted force with his feet. With a loud clatter, a gully appeared in the ground, breaking the force of the young man who was about to get up. He pressed down and nailed the young man to the ground.

"duang!"

A long sword was pressed against the tip of the Monologue Sword. It was obviously an extremely strenuous lever, but at this moment it was as stable as a mountain.

"Are you finally planning to take action?" Feng Xue looked at Su Changfeng who had finally joined the battle. A faint flame was burning on his body, and the drizzle turned into steam, as if a giant bear was roaring behind him.

"Now that things have come to this, let's fight!"

Su Changfeng's tone was cold, but the edge of his sword was extremely sharp. As the words came out, the sudden sharp momentum directly cut through Feng Xue's heavy pressure.

Feng Xue, who had had this experience once, knew that he could not take this move head-on. He tapped his toes lightly and flew backwards, but the monologue in his hand turned into a flying sword and shot towards the young man who was about to get up.

call!
The sound of tearing cloth came from the side. The dead man who was knocked away by Feng Xue before was now quietly attached to Feng Xue's side. The horizontal palm movement seemed ordinary, but it seemed to carry a tremendous force, like a mountain pressing down.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

The sound of the second hand jumping rang out again, and the fleeting time was quickly stretched out. Feng Xue, who was flying backwards, held his breath and concentrated, as if a drop of golden dew fell into the water. A perfect golden arc came into view, and Feng Xue twisted his body in mid-air. The twisting of each joint was pushing his fist to swing out that perfect spin.

"boom!"

Mountains and rivers collapsed, the mirror sea churned, the two martial arts images shattered, but a trace of warning arose from the bottom of his heart.

However, Feng Xue had just emerged from the time-stop state, and the joints of his body were dislocated to varying degrees. Even though they were quickly put back in place, he still couldn't avoid a moment of stiffness.

Then, from the smoke, dense sword energy suddenly exploded, and the starlight on Feng Xue's body was cut off in an instant. A soft whip was shaken out and accurately wrapped around Feng Xue's ankle. With a huge force of dragging, Feng Xue was suddenly thrown to the ground. His right arm was obviously twisted, and his left fist was clenched tightly. He had already fallen like a meteor.

"Buzz!"

The earth shook, and endless smoke and dust seemed to cover the sky, but was knocked down by the golden raindrops.

The rotten guy who had thrown a punch with all his strength suddenly felt something was wrong. It should have hit a flesh and blood body, but at this moment, there seemed to be a sound of shattering coming from the fist.

The warrior's experience made him not continue to pursue, but to retreat quickly. At the same time he jumped away, the sound of rain seemed to disappear.

Not only the sound of rain, but also all the noise, fell into silence, leaving only a cold recitation that started with an abrupt note -

"Sitting and forgetting, becoming a mortal..."

The body covered in yellow split open like a chrysalis.

"Dream Butterfly Searching for the Cause..."

The starlight, rippling with water, sprayed out from the crack like ribbons, as if a giant beast was spreading its wings in the rainstorm.

"A yellow pillow awaits the dawn."

Compared to the godlike yellow figure before, an extremely ordinary young man stood up from the torn armor, and his eyes seemed to reflect the endless starry sky.

He stretched out his hand and clenched it, and Mo Ran appeared in his palm.

The brilliant starlight spread out like wings, and the dark clouds completely dissipated at this moment.

It seems like notes are jumping and melodies are weaving.

He turned his wrist, held the ink brush upright, and as he waved it, a streak of ink dyed the sky and the earth black.

In an instant, it was like the mountains and rivers turned upside down, and in an instant, it was like the sea changed dramatically.

The Faceless City, which had been reduced to ruins in the brief confrontation, completely disappeared, and a brand new city had been erected at some point.

The melody became melodious, the singing became cheerful, and a faint fragrance spread.

"Bankai: Lord of the Deep Space Starry Sea Banquet!"

(End of this chapter)