Apocalypse Magician

The night was already dark, and occasionally a breeze blew by, bringing some coolness. Two figures crossed the void, and finally landed in an open space.

With the strength of the great swordsman, General Zuo was superior to Feng Moxing in terms of strength and speed. However, Feng Moxing's movement was superb, like flowing clouds and flowing water. On the contrary, General Zuo was restrained by it, walking and stopping, always maintaining a certain level. He was too far away to catch up, and it wasn't until Feng Moxing took the initiative to stop that he stopped in front of him.

"General Zuo, with your ability, you will never lay such a perfect ambush. Since you admit defeat, you also want to get it clearly." Tonight, we lost our troops and many of our former colleagues have died on the battlefield. Feng Moxing is obviously really angry. Of course, only one person can leave alive in a battle with General Zuo. Now that he has made his stance of fighting to the death clear, some words can be said, "Who is the master of tonight's situation?"

"Huh, you really want to know?" General Zuo snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to tell Feng Moxing too much news, "Then let's see if you have this ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, General Zuo swung his sword to attack Feng Moxing. The power of the great swordsman made the wind whistle.

Feng Moxing did not fight head-on. He moved a few steps sideways along General Zuo's long sword. When his moves became more mature, he raised his sword to block.

General Zuo flipped his wrist and thrust out the long sword. The sword energy turned into a ray of light and hit his chest directly. Feng Moxing flew high like a swan in the sky, turned at a subtle angle, turned down and went straight to the front door.

General Zuo's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect the opponent's footwork to be so good. He had to roll to the ground to avoid it. When he stood up again, his body was covered with mud and he looked extremely embarrassed.

In the next hundred or so rounds, General Zuo used all his strength, while Feng Moxing's moves were superb. He never made head-on attacks, but would block them every time when General Zuo's sword energy weakened. Occasionally, he would counterattack at incredible angles. The sword moves continued without any stagnation, causing General Zuo's moves to pause repeatedly. Apart from being powerful, there was no structure at all.

Although the two had fought against each other several times before, it was basically General Zuo who played hide and seek with Feng Mo

Despite this, General Zuo still got the information that Feng Moxing was only an average swordsman, and the battle of more than a hundred moves seemed to confirm this.

However, what General Zuo couldn't bear was that the strength of the majestic great swordsman was actually disgraced by a guy two levels below him. Although neither of them hurt the other, he was obviously at a disadvantage.

At this thought, General Zuo was eager to defeat the enemy, and he couldn't help but feel a little impatient. Although his sword energy was strong, it had no staying power.

"Take the move!" Feng Moxing shouted loudly. Taking advantage of the opponent's impatience, the long sword flew out from his hand and struck the left general like a long snake coming out of its hole.

General Zuo had never seen such a move before, so he instinctively sidestepped and was about to take the opportunity to attack the unarmed Feng Moxing. However, he heard the sound of wind behind him and turned around to see Feng Moxing's long sword spinning rapidly and turning back in the air. , stabbed General Zuo in the back of the heart.

General Zuo was shocked. The opponent's long sword could automatically change direction in the air. Such a move was unbelievable and unheard of. He had no choice but to turn around and attack, suppressing Feng Moxing's flying sword.

"Not good!" As General Zuo was flying his sword, he suddenly remembered that there was Feng Moxing himself. When he looked at Feng Moxing again, he saw a heavy punch hitting his face, and it was too late to dodge.

"You..." After being hit, General Zuo took a few steps back. General Zuo spit out his two front teeth. Feng Moxing's punch was for speed and did not increase his energy, so General Zuo was not injured, but it was embarrassing. It was lost at home.

"How is it?" Feng Moxing took the flying sword and said mockingly, "You should be qualified to know now."

"Hahahaha, despair, you can't defeat the alliance leader!" General Zuo laughed wildly, wiped the blood from his mouth, suddenly opened his arms, and countless black energy surged out of his body, covering his skin.

At the same time, General Zuo's body also changed. Numerous muscles bulged, and the original armor was overwhelmed and broke into many cracks. The original rough face was now a green face with fangs. The most exaggerated thing was the left hand, whose fingers grew longer and became An indestructible claw.

"Is this...demonization?" Feng Moxing was dumbfounded. Even when the demon sect was prevalent, the most it could do was summon some undead skeletons. He had never seen any magic that could turn people into this state. "Left General, your so-called leader, no matter who he is, must be a heretic since he can mutate people into monsters."

"Heretical cult? That's just a statement deceived by the church!" General Zuo's expression was excited and ferocious, "Do you think only the Pope can create miracles? This is the real miracle!"

"General Zuo, although you were not a good person before, at least you are still a human being." Feng Moxing pointed his sword at the opponent and said righteously, "Now you have given up your human dignity for the sake of power!"

"Hahahaha, this is just the talk of you incompetent rats!" General Zuo's belief in power or the alliance leader has reached the point of fanaticism, "You don't even know who your opponent is, how can you defeat the alliance leader? The alliance leader is the only one God!"

After saying that, General Zuo struck again with his sword, and Feng Moxing followed the old method and moved with the flow. General Zuo no longer drew his sword, but instead spun his body and swept his left claw across.

Feng Moxing couldn't help but his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately turned over and leaned back, narrowly avoiding the blow. His true energy roared past, leaving deep claw marks on the soil and rocks behind.

Feng Moxing, who had escaped the disaster, looked at General Zuo with increasingly sharp eyes. The long sword in his hand floated into the void with the tip of the sword facing down. Feng Moxing jumped up and stepped on the hilt of the sword with one foot like a roc spreading its wings. above.

General Zuo looked majestic, and he vaguely felt that Feng Moxing at this time was like a superior god looking down at all living beings, and the powerful momentum was pressing forward, making people's breath stagnant.

Feng Moxing jumped up in the air and attacked from above, while the long sword automatically rotated and attacked rapidly from the bottom.

One person and one sword are completely separated, but they cooperate tacitly. The long sword rotates around the two of them at high speed, sometimes swinging out arc-shaped sword energy, and Feng Moxing's punches and kicks also raise his own true energy.

This move of separating the human sword completely overturned General Zuo's common sense. It was as if he was fighting two masters at the same time. Within the flying range of the long sword, General Zuo always felt as if there was a big mountain pressing down on his back, making him restrained. Such momentum It shouldn't be possessed by an ordinary mid-level swordsman.

Ten rounds passed. General Zuo rolled over and narrowly dodged the long sword flying from behind. Feng Moxing suddenly took the sword and stabbed the opponent's chest with both swords.

General Zuo couldn't dodge, and his long sword pierced the black energy covering his body, but it was as if he was encountering a copper wall and it was difficult to move forward. Both of them were stunned, and then Feng Moxing immediately retreated, and General Zuo also understood the two of them. There is a huge power gap between them.

"Feng Moxing, now I am four levels higher than you, how can you win?" General Zuo is even more arrogant. After the mutation, his strength has become much stronger than before. He is already at a level comparable to that of a great swordsman, and even more powerful than Feng Moxing. Mo Xing, a mid-level swordsman, is too tall. Just now, Feng Moxing's sword with all his strength was unable to break through the body's protective energy. Now, even if he stands still and lets him attack, Feng Moxing may not be able to win. "But I have always had a question. Everyone who has fought with you has never seen you actually draw your sword. Even now, you still can’t draw your sword out of its sheath. Is it because your sword is rusty and can’t be pulled out?”

"Okay, today it will be as you wish." Feng Moxing's eyes flickered several times, and he seemed to have made up his mind and pulled out the long sword in his hand.

In an instant, light shone, and the originally dark night became as bright as day, as if there was a golden light dragon flying in the wind.

"Light Sword Sun? No, this is..." The powerful and pure sword energy came towards him. General Zuo was shocked and felt that the situation was not good.

Feng Mo Xingjian walked along with him, spinning in a circle and concentrating all his strength to slash out with one sword.

In an instant, the arc-shaped sword energy swept over like a stormy wave. The sand, dust and soil on the ground rolled up large and small rocks and spread in the direction of the sword energy.

If Li Xingkong were present at this time, he would definitely think that this move was the "Flying Fairy from Heaven" in the "Super Invincible Starry Sky Sword Technique" that he himself called the Supreme Martial Arts.

At this moment, General Zuo felt that the huge pressure seemed to have imprisoned the space. He was unable to escape the attack range of the sword energy. He had to gather all his strength on the sword in his hand. The boundless black energy condensed on the sword, and the entire sword instantly became whole. It was pitch black, and then faced the pure sword energy.

There was a loud noise, and the golden sword was unstoppable. After traveling hundreds of meters, it finally hit a hillside and cut it off at the waist.

"Could it be that this move is..." The broken sword fell to the ground. General Zuo felt that there must be a big gaping hole in his chest. The night wind kept pouring into his body, taking away the warmth that belonged to him bit by bit.

"Yes, it's the first form of the Xuanyuan Sword Technique of the Martial God lineage, Xuanyuan Demon Slash." Feng Moxing sheathed his sword with an expressionless expression.

"Hahahaha, as a warrior, if you can be defeated by the Xuanyuan Sword, this life is not in vain!" Life continued to fade away, but General Zuo just let out his last wild laugh, "Although I can't see that day, but don't It's you, even if the Martial God is reborn, you still can't defeat the leader, hahahaha..."

"Well..." After General Zuo's body fell completely, Feng Moxing leaned on the ground with his sword. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the sword in his hand and seemed unable to laugh at himself, "It seems that it is too reluctant to use it now. I need to practice more martial arts in the future.”