901: C901 The Brave One Wins When They Meet on a Narrow Path

C901 The Brave One Wins When They Meet on a Narrow Path

3Article 901. A brave man wins in a narrow path.

Hua!

An uproar broke out. Everyone below the stage was shocked by the scene on the stage. This battle was really too bloody.

When these two people fought, it was as if they did not care about their lives.

No!

That attack just now, no one could say for sure if someone would die miserably!

For a moment, the entire plaza became silent. Everyone was staring at the fighting stage, wanting to see the result of the collision between the two.

At this moment, in the square of thousands of people, not even the sound of breathing could be heard. It was as if everyone was holding their breath and staring at the fighting stage, afraid that their breathing would break the silent scene.

"Puah Puah Puah!"

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Instantly, everyone's gazes turned towards the source of the sound. They saw that the source of the sound came from a Martial Spirit disciple of the Stellar Sect.

All of a sudden, thousands of eyes were focused on the source of the sound. The Martial Spirit who made the subtle sound felt his legs go weak, and he almost lost his balance and sat down.

His eyes were blank as he looked at all the eyes that were focused on him. The Martial Spirit disciple of Stellar Sect looked like he was going to cry to death.

What's going on? I was so nervous that I couldn't control my butt. What's wrong with me letting out a fart? 'Why is everyone staring at me?'

Sensing the surrounding atmosphere, the disciples of the Stellar Sect who were farting felt their intestines turn green with regret. Why didn't they find something to stuff in just now? Why did I let it out? And there was a sound.

"Bastard! Hurry up and get out of here!"

An elder of the Stellar Sect who was standing not far away from the disciple cursed angrily. After doing some subtle things, the disciple who was scolded felt as if he had just received an imperial edict. He left with a bitter face.

He didn't know if this disciple would have the courage to fart in the future, but this fart of his was the most spectacular and eye-catching one.

This small interlude quickly passed. Everyone's eyes quickly turned back to the fighting stage, and focused on the two people who had collided with each other and spilled their blood onto the fighting stage.

They were the main characters here, and everyone wanted to know what exactly had happened to them.

After all, their vicious attacks just now had been aimed at the opponent's heart.

Under the silent gaze of the audience, the sound of rustling on the fighting stage could be heard. The two people who had fallen on the fighting stage slowly stood up.

Murong Feng shook his head with force. He stretched out his right hand and touched his chest. He touched the spot where a flesh and blood hole had been opened.

As soon as he touched it, his hand was dyed red with blood. This scene was so dazzling.

Almost at the same time, Ao Lingchen stood up slowly opposite him. He also reached out and pressed on his chest. There was also a wound on his chest, and blood gushed out from the wound.

Looking at the two people on the fighting stage pressing down on their wounds, the pupils of the audience contracted and became cold.

Both of them had been seriously injured in the chest, and a large amount of blood spurted out. However, judging from the position they were pressing down on their chests, it did not seem to be where their hearts were.

At this moment, on the fighting stage, Murong Feng raised his head and looked at Ao Lingchen, who was standing opposite of him, with a stunned expression. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Only he knew why he and Ao Lingchen's injuries weren't their hearts.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" A shocked voice came out from Murong Feng's mouth.

In the moment of the collision just now, Ao Lingchen really didn't care about it. He ignored the danger of his heart being pierced by his domineering blade. He forcefully waved the lightning Black Tower in his hand and struck at his heart. It was as if his life had been exchanged for a life.

At this critical moment of life and death, it was Murong Feng who made a concession. He forcefully shifted his body and avoided the opponent's attack with his heart.

This result was that he had missed the chance to kill his opponent's heart. He could only stab his chest. This slash seemed to have severe injuries, but in reality, the injuries were nothing.

"If we meet on a narrow path, the brave will win. If we don't even have the courage to die, how can we kill the enemy?" Ao Lingchen slightly raised his head and spoke in a flat tone. His voice was filled with deep sarcasm.

The opponent had retreated after the strike just now. The opponent was afraid, and he wasn't prepared to die.

Looking at Ao Lingchen who was looking at him mockingly, Murong Feng's expression became even gloomier.

It wasn't as if he hadn't calculated what had happened just now.

Although his surprise attack was aimed at Ao Lingchen's vitals, with the strength he had used to launch a sudden attack, he might not be able to kill him.

However, he could feel the threat of death from Ao Lingchen's attack, especially the pagoda in his hand.

Of course, Murong Feng chose to retreat because he had his own plans.

Ao Lingchen's sea of consciousness had suffered from the impact of his self-destruction. It was afraid that it had collapsed by now. Not only was he unable to use his mental energy, but he had also expended a great deal of effort to maintain it.

In this way, as long as he used up his mental energy, he would definitely be an object in the jar. Sooner or later, he would die miserably in his hands.

He clearly had a better choice, so why did he have to bet his life with him?

More importantly, Murong Feng had other considerations. He knew very well that he absolutely couldn't let his opponent injure his heart, or else something bad would happen.

A large number of thoughts appeared in his mind, but in reality, it had only been a moment.

Murong Feng smiled coldly and looked at Ao Lingchen disdainfully, who was circulating his cultivation to regulate his breathing. It seemed like he was suppressing the abnormalities in his body. He said in a vigorous voice, "Ao Lingchen, come on. Enjoy your last life!"

After a cold shout, Murong Feng's Qi rose crazily once again. The Qi that surged out of his body rose at an astonishing speed. The injuries on his body didn't seem to have any effect on him. In an instant, he had reached the Half Step Martial King Stage.

Such a scene caused even the experts on the nebula to furrow their brows.

Unbelievable. After suffering a serious injury, his aura had dropped. This was naturally normal. However, someone like Murong Feng, who had severe injuries, could once again raise his Qi to the Half Step Martial King Stage without any effect. Wasn't this a little unbelievable?

A secret technique?

Doubt arose in the hearts of all the experts. All of their eyes were focused on Murong Feng.

However, at this moment, the doubt in one of them became even stronger.

Lee Zhen furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes. He stared coldly at Murong Feng, whose Qi was rising. A thought that he didn't want to believe emerged in his mind.

"He shouldn't be, right?"

Just as everyone was guessing, Murong Feng's Qi seemed to have come to an end. His Qi had once again returned to the Half Step Martial King Stage. At the same time, an illusory image of a sage condensed on his body.

"Ao Lingchen, how can you fight me when facing me like this? What right do you have to fight me?"

After saying that, Murong Feng took a step forward domineeringly. He moved as if he was a sage. Under his foot, the fighting stage trembled slightly. The Qi on his body became even more violent and terrifying as he took a step forward.

In Murong Feng's eyes, Ao Lingchen was already a dead man.

"What are you going to take? With my powerful combat strength."

Ao Lingchen slowly raised his head, and a cold gaze flashed across his eyes. At this moment, his gaze had become incomparably calm, but the purple light that flashed across his eyes from time to time gave people a noble feeling.

The most terrifying thing was that a terrifying aura surged out from his body. It was a powerful force that came from his blood. It was also the reason why he still had the confidence to fight Murong Feng after fighting Xia Yuhee.

"Today, I will reveal your true colors. I want to see whether you are the inheritance of a sage or the inheritance of a devil!"

A cold voice echoed on the fighting stage.

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