Chapter 504 (1/2)

With Tianyuan sword, Dong Wenfeng didn't have a villa, but chose to go to the roof of a building near Jingzhou TV station and stand with a sword.

He needs to establish a closer relationship between himself and Tianyuan sword, because he has learned from the information of Yinlong that Wang Zhicheng is also a famous eight foot sword in Japan.

As time passed, Dong Wenfeng, who stood with his sword, seemed to have entered another world alone, quiet, lonely and dusty.

Finally, the next day, at 11:30 in the middle of the night of the full moon, Dong Wenfeng opened his eyes, and a fine light flashed through his eyes. He had adjusted his state to the absolute peak.

Even the Tianyuan sword in his arms was trembling slightly, as if he was looking forward to the coming war.

Dong Wenfeng stroked the body of Tianyuan sword and said gently, ”don't worry, we can fight together right away.”

Dong Wenfeng took the elevator from the building and walked to the Jingzhou TV Tower,

When he was on the roof just now, he had vaguely seen the top of Jingzhou TV Tower, as if there was a figure.

Although it was too far away and dark to see clearly, Dong Wenfeng was sure that the man was Wang Zhicheng who fought with himself at the top of Jingzhou!

Because Dong Wenfeng and Wang Zhi didn't deliberately hide the news of their duel tonight, the periphery of the Jingzhou TV tower has long been full of the eyes of countless forces.

For a moment, it has become a vortex in the whole Jingzhou.

Everyone wants to see what the real battle close to the innate level looks like.

Since the development of modern science and technology, people pay less and less attention to the development of their own body. There are fewer and fewer high-level battles like this, and they still fight life and death.

Many people, whether martial arts practitioners in Jingzhou or those who know some real martial arts, are looking forward to this world-shaking decisive battle.

Therefore, under the combination of various forces, the perimeter of the Jingzhou TV tower has long become empty. Even the people on the night watch have been taken off by their own leaders.

At the moment, the top of Jingzhou belongs to two people.

In the near future, those who can stand on the top of Jingzhou without falling down will become the banner of the people practicing martial arts in the whole country.

Dong Wenfeng doesn't care about these external fame and glory. For him, more importantly, the battle itself.

Only the battle of life and death with enough limits can bring him a breakthrough in the limit.

Dong Wenfeng went under the TV Tower and entered the elevator.

The sightseeing elevator slowly rose up. Dong Wenfeng looked at the night overlooking the whole Jingzhou City through the glass window. For a moment, he also felt some emotion.

On the road of martial arts, if you want to climb high mountains and peaks, where can it be so easy and easy to take an elevator?

”Ding.”

When the elevator reached the top floor, the elevator door opened slowly, and Dong Wenfeng came out. He was alone and had been waiting here for a long time.

”Dong Sang, I thought you didn't dare to come.”

The man turned slowly as like as two peas. Dong Wenfeng looked very clearly. The person's appearance was almost the same as Wang Zhifei's. Wang Zhifei was more solid than him, while Wang Zhicheng looked very thin.

”Why not?”

Dong Wenfeng threw away his coat, held his Tianyuan sword, stood ten meters away from Wang Zhicheng and asked faintly.

”I didn't want to come back here. For me, Japan is my home now. ”

Wang Zhicheng's Chinese is not so fluent. He even has a Japanese accent. It seems that he hasn't spoken in Chinese for a long time.

”Forget your ancestors, Wang Zhicheng. I really have nothing to say to you.”

Dong Wenfeng shook his head and said.

”Sorry, I'm Liu shengzhicheng now. Today, I'll use your life to pay tribute to the soul of my dead brother. At the same time, I'll cut off my last contact here.”

With a murderous look in his eyes, Wang Zhicheng slowly pulled out his Japanese knife from his waist.

”This Sabre weighs eight twenty-seven cents and three cents. It was jointly forged by 100 masters in Japan. It is named eight feet. Drink your blood today to avenge my brother. ”

Dong Wenfeng doesn't want to say anything else. For them, there is only one person who can stand here today.

Dong Wenfeng slowly pulled out the Tianyuan sword in his hand. The Tianyuan sword seemed to feel that there would be a war soon, and the excitement buzzed.