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Snapped!

"It's not enough. If the movements are simpler, there will be too many redundant movements."

Feng Jianyun's voice resounded. He held the wooden knife and stood there looking at the young man in front of him.

Sandstone Needle was a child they found in the flames of war. He was still young, but he successfully withstood the test of the sacred tree and became qualified to become the guardian of the sacred tree.

"stand up."

Feng Jianyun looked at the child in front of him indifferently. He was almost ten years younger than him. This boy, who was only a teenager now, was sitting on the ground panting. A wooden knife was placed on the ground. The boy's hand It has been scratched to the point of bleeding.

After Feng Jianyun's words fell, the young man gritted his teeth, stood up again, and held the wooden knife again. There seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

Feng Jian Yun squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. There was fire in his eyes. He could burn anything. He could even run out of those eyes and burn Feng Jian Yun.

"Come."

Feng Jianyun gestured.

Seeing this, the young man rushed over directly, without any skills, like a complete barbarian.

So the result is naturally obvious!

With a snap, the boy was knocked away again——

"Ah ah ah ah."

Sandstone Needle screamed wildly, this knife was all he had to pay!

boom!

The flaming knife kept waving, and the sand and stone needle attacks kept coming, and Feng Jianyun was even tired of dealing with it.

With the next slash, a spark was drawn from the eye of the sandstone needle, and it was slashed out with one slash.

Like glass shattering, Feng Jianyun's defense was directly shattered.

Feng Jianyun's spear was cocked, and the sandstone needle's attack was too fast, and the flames even burned him——

"There are still too many unnecessary actions!"

Snapped--

"Never let go of the knife in your hand. It's the thing you can trust most. Go on, stand up."

Snapped--

The boy fell to the ground again and again, and even the ground was marked with traces of the boy's body.

Looking at the ground, there are countless traces of human figures. The years have passed by, and they have slowly grown from the figure of a young boy to the current posture that is about to stand upright.

"Come!"

Feng Jianyun exerted force, and the bounced pistol returned to his hand, blocking the continuous blows of the gravel needle.

"Senior Kazama."

"What? Aren't you already an upright guy?"

The youth of Feng Jian Yun has passed, while the other youth has just become full-fledged.

"Again, please enlighten me."

The young man in front of him, who had just begun to look mature, held up the wooden sword. The traces of time still remained on the wooden sword. Feng Jianyun's eyes slipped past nearly ten years.

At that time, he could also be called a boy.

"Boy, if you want to beat me, you are a hundred years too early!"

Their status as guardians of the sacred tree gives them an extraordinary lifespan. After all, they are linked to the sacred tree, and they must have inherited a lot of vitality more or less.

Kazama Yun also picked up the wooden sword again. He is best at using spears, but his other weapon attainments are still at the top.

The next moment, in just a split second, the two figures overlapped.

The confrontation between wooden swords and wooden swords actually has the edge of real swords and guns.

The talent of Sandstone Needle is not intimidating, even Feng Jianyun has already felt that Sandstone Needle's skill on the knife is beginning to approach him.

"Wall dance!"—"Wall dance!"

The gravel needle struck out with a killing move, and the wooden sword really showed the edge of a real sword.

——The flames soared into the sky. The size was extraordinary. The whole body of the sandstone needle was bathed in flames. This knife reappeared again after thousands of years.

"Spiritual Wind Gun!"——"Spiritual Wind Gun"

Feng Jianyun also responded with a killing move, facing the sand and gravel needle coming up.

——The wind on the spear began to become active, and it wrapped around the spear like a child eager to try. Feng Jianyun met the sandstone needle's knife with one shot.

Snapped. --boom!

"It's still very tender."

Thousands of years ago, Feng Jianyun said this to the defeated Sandstone Needle.But now, a huge explosion resounded.The two figures were directly covered.

Onoishi quickly ran over, the explosion began to slowly subside, and the two figures began to slowly reveal themselves.

One of them was already lying down, very quiet, and the other one was just kneeling on the ground, not completely falling down.

Onoishi understood and went directly towards the lying figure.

As expected, the person who fell was Sandstone Needle. He was in a mess, his eyes had been closed, and there was still a small flame burning on his body.

"He has grown to this point."

Feng Jian Yun's voice came, and Xiao Yeshi looked over. He was supporting his body with a spear, and slowly stood up again. He was also in a mess, with burn marks all over his body. Not only that, There was also an obvious stab wound.

"Whatever you want to do, he will help you accomplish it."

"Hmph, I hope so."

Feng Jianyun glanced at the gravel needle, a very serious look.

"That's all, this time, let's just consider you winning."

Feng Jianyun put away his gaze, said nothing else, and started to turn around and walk away.

"The fruit will still be mine when the time comes."

Feng Jianyun said softly, and Xiao Yeshi also responded: "At that time, we will stand in front of you again."

"Humph."

Feng Jianyun snorted and walked slowly. He lost this battle. The gravel needle really hit him hard. Now there is a small wild stone. He is not too sure anymore. Now the thing is still there. There is no fuss, no need to continue.

Feng Jianyun began to leave, and Xiao Yeshi stood beside Shashi Needle and watched quietly.

The sandstone needles from thousands of years ago have never defeated Fengjian Yun, and this will still be the case thousands of years later. However, the flames from thousands of years ago have indeed become stronger——

The battle for the guardians of the sacred tree has come to an end, but the battle for the giants on the other side continues——

PS: I tried a new way of writing. The two pictures overlap and correspond. I hope you like it.