The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 2814: The decisive battle Xu Chunqiu (3)

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Xu Chunqiu slowly opened the oil paper umbrella in his hand.

A burst of pink smoke engulfed him instantly, even to the point where he couldn't be seen clearly.

Chen Fan has also tried, this pink smog, even his own spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate.

In other words, Chen Fan has completely lost the lock on Xu Chunqiu's figure now.

All he can see, observe, is only a cloud of pink smoke!

The light in his eyes flickered, Chen Fan felt an unusual touch, and finally took out the Frost Sword from his storage bag, squinted his eyes, always paying attention to the situation around him!

Now, he seems to be blinded and lost his sharpest senses.

Everything can only rely on combat experience to respond.

It's just one thing, Chen Fan doesn't understand.

What is the origin of the umbrella in Xu Chunqiu's hand, why is it so weird, and what effect does it have?

Of those who watched the battle, it was obvious that someone knew about this and heard the comments from those around him.

In order not to disturb the battle on the arena, this person explained in a low voice: "This is Xu Chunqiu's real name magic weapon, smoke and blind umbrella!"

"It is said that the frontal smoke from this umbrella can be blinded without five senses, and even makes people hallucinate. Once controlled by the smoke-blind umbrella, ordinary people are absolutely difficult to extricate themselves."

"It is even possible to be controlled by him for life, and forever sink into a walking dead, let it be sent!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone gasped.

As I looked at the smoke-blind umbrella, there was a look of unparalleled fear in his eyes.

Perhaps death is not terrible for many monks. They have lived for a long time. If judging by the life span of ordinary people, it is enough.

But you can't even die. Since then, you have become a walking dead. Being manipulated by others is far more terrifying than death.

This may represent the life I am serving, not even a dog.

May I ask such a blow, which is something a monk with higher eyesight and arrogance can accept?

At this moment, seeing Xu Chunqiu resorting to such a vicious method, everyone could not help but silently ask questions in their hearts.

Can Chen Fan be able to resist the smoky umbrella?

Perhaps, the answer is already in everyone's minds.

They don't think that a little-known Chen Fan can beat Xu Chunqiu's long-established magic weapon.

In other words, the ending of this battle seems to be doomed.

In the peripheral gambling houses, the odds have changed drastically.

Everyone followed the trend and chose to bet on Xu Chunqiu, thinking that this time he would definitely win.

And Chen Fan's multiplier is already as high as one to ten.

But there are still very few people putting Bao Bao on Chen Fan. It is said that one loses ten, even if one loses one hundred.

Chen Fan is about to lose. What's the point of this?

Chen Fan didn't know everything that happened off the court at this moment. In fact, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care at all.

In response to Xu Chunqiu, who was enveloping himself with pink smoke, the Frost Sword danced a sword flower in the air, and the cold light flashed instantly.

Chen Fan immediately greeted him.

Rather than accepting all this passively, it is better to take the initiative.

This is Chen Fan's choice!

However, he didn't know, this shot can be said to be in the arms of Xu Chunqiu!

I just heard him laugh and opened his mouth: "Good job, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

After that, the pink mist of the sky immediately enveloped Chen Fan, and Xu Chunqiu's figure finally appeared in Chen Fan's eyes again.

This was originally the best opportunity to attack. As long as Chen Fan stabs out with a sword, Xu Chunqiu will definitely pay the price!

But the Frost Sword had already been mentioned, and Chen Fan couldn't stab it out!

He felt that he was in a ball of cotton.

I don't have the slightest strength, I am limp.

The Frost Sword in his hand even almost dropped out of his hand, as if he couldn't hold it.

And the pink smog in front of him has gradually turned into half-sleeved fairies with picturesque brows and graceful figures.

Or playing the pipa, or humming some unknown ballad, constantly beckoning to Chen Fan.

It seems to be attracting him to go and play together.