A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 41: 1 falling flower

Chapter Forty-One Falling Flowers

After all, too much blood loss and physical damage can't be recovered in a short time, he will have to support it for a while.

But it is already overjoyed to be able to pick up a life in such a dangerous situation, so don't be too greedy.

Chen Feng suddenly had an idea.

"Yuluofei's sword technique is long and dense, and my innocence in the past was too strong, so that when I was practicing, I felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't make it feel strong."

"Now my zhenqi is empty, zhenqi is dense but not strong enough, it happens to be when I am boring."

"This is the best time to practice the Yuluofei Foil Sword Technique!"

Chen Feng jumped up and strode out of the cave.

It is still rainy and gusty outside, and the heavy rain hitting the body is painful.

The heavy rain washed away the impurities on Chen Feng's body. Chen Feng only felt that the cold air had penetrated through his body, which was extremely refreshing.

He held the two-foot fangs and practiced swordsmanship over and over again.

I don't know how long the rehearsal took, but he suddenly roared, and the whole person moved like lightning. His speed is at its extreme, but every movement is explained very clearly, without any clutter.

The tip of his sword trembles, and a white flower about the size of a sea bowl suddenly forms on the tip of the sword.

The white falling flower has ninety-nine-eighty-one petals. It is extremely complicated and gorgeous, but it is also extremely dangerous.

On the edge of the falling flower, there are a series of black lines flashing and annihilating in the void, like a glimpse. That is the void split by the high-speed moving sword tip.

There is the power of annihilation!

Chen Feng stabbed one hundred and twenty swords in an instant before condensing into this falling flower!

Chen Feng stood proudly in the heavy rain, his mouth curled up.

Suddenly, his legs softened, and his strength was exhausted in the previous pose.

With a flick of the two-foot fangs in his hand, the gorgeous and intricate falling flowers drifted towards the stone wall next to him, floating up and down in the wind and rain.

Luohua hit the stone wall.

There was no violent collision, no loud noises that shook the sky and the earth, just a soft, almost inaudible sound of ‘chicks’, and the white falling flowers were submerged in the rock wall.

In an instant, white falling flowers came out from behind the stone wall.

The inner strength was exhausted, the white falling flowers withered instantly, the petals peeled off, and finally disappeared.

Extremely beautiful.

The corners of Chen Feng's mouth grew stronger and rippling.

This stone wall, as thick as one foot, was directly penetrated by this falling flower. The holes are the same size as the fallen flowers, and the edges are smooth, as if carefully polished.

This shows that the power in the falling flower is extremely convergent, extremely condensed, and does not let go. But as long as you are touched, you have to withstand a heavy blow!

The Yuluofei flower swordsmanship is worthy of being a third-grade yellow swordsmanship! So powerful!

"I know, I know, I know how the Yuluofei Foil Sword Art and the Guangming Mahamudra should work together, and how to allocate time!"

"The Great Handprint of Guangming is thick and simple, powerful and powerful, and requires a huge amount of Chi. However, the Yuluofei Foil sword method requires much less consumption and is suitable for use in the case of a large consumption of Chi."

"When I confront the enemy, I first use the light handprint to consume the enemy's true energy, and then use the rain falling flying flower sword technique..."

Chen Feng looked up to the sky and laughed in the wind and rain.

……

After a heavy rain in late summer fell happily for nearly half a month, it finally stopped.

The weather has obviously become colder, and the leaves on the trees have also changed from emerald green to slightly yellowish. In the autumn breeze, there was a bit of coolness.

The Waizong of Qianyuanzong at Broken Arrow Peak is full of enthusiasm.

On the huge square outside the Waizong Mountain Gate, there are hundreds of arenas at this time.

There are a large number of seats around each arena for people to sit and watch.

At this time, on the square, there was a sea of ​​people, and tens of thousands of people gathered here.

Some arenas have already begun, and the fight is fierce, and the surrounding audience applauds loudly, cheering up, and watching the excitement is not too big a problem.

The three hundred and twenty qualified disciples of the outer sect have all been decided, and the lowest realm is also the acquired four.

Their strength is far superior to ordinary disciples of the outer sect. The disciples of the outer sect watch the battle, and at the same time they get a lot of experience, which is good for cultivation.

So Waizong encourages the disciples to watch the battle~ IndoMTL.com~ is located around an arena in the northeast corner, and there are more people around.

At a rough glance, there were three or four hundred people around here, looking forward to the ring, but unfortunately, there was only one person on the ring at this time.

It is Cui Zhenshan.

His opponent seems to have not come yet.

Ordinary disciples can only stand under the ring and watch, while the surrounding stone platforms are for people with status.

Elder Sun sat there, surrounded by dozens of disciples, all his disciples.

He loves to accept apprentices, but the level of apprenticeship is not very good. Only one Cui Zhenshan is more effective.

Sun Xin stood beside Elder Sun with a sullen face, her eyes constantly patrolling the crowd, looking for the person's figure, but unfortunately, he did not find it.

He turned his head and said to Elder Sun: "Father, that waste hasn't come yet."