Peerless Martial Soul

After all, excessive blood loss and physical injuries cannot be recovered in a short time. He will have to recover for a while.

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

Chen Feng suddenly had an idea.

"The essence of Yuluofeihua Sword Technique is that it is dense and long-lasting, but the zhenqi I used to have was too strong, so that when I was practicing, I felt a little uncomfortable all over my body, and I felt like I couldn't exert my strength."

"Right now, the true energy in my body is empty. The true energy is dense but not powerful enough. This is when I feel weak."

"This is the best time to practice the Yuluofeihua Sword Technique!"

Chen Feng jumped up and strode out of the cave.

It was still raining and windy outside, and the heavy rain hitting the body was painful.

The heavy rain washed away the impurities on Chen Feng's body, and Chen Feng felt the icy cold air penetrate into his body, which was extremely refreshing.

He held a two-foot fang and practiced his sword skills over and over again.

He didn't know how long he had been practicing, but he suddenly roared and his whole body moved as fast as lightning. His speed was obviously extremely fast, but every movement was explained very clearly, without any clutter.

The tip of his sword shook, and a white flower as big as an ocean bowl suddenly formed on the tip of the sword.

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

On the edge of the fallen flowers, there are black lines that flash and disappear in the void, like a sudden glimpse. It was a void cut open by the high-speed moving sword tip.

This contains the power of annihilation!

Chen Feng stabbed out one hundred and twenty swords in an instant, and then they condensed into this falling flower!

Chen Feng stood proudly in the heavy rain, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Suddenly, his legs went weak. It turned out that the posture just now had exhausted all his strength.

He flicked the two-foot fang in his hand, and the gorgeous and complicated fallen flowers fluttered towards the stone wall next to them, floating in the wind and rain.

The fallen flowers touched the stone wall.

There was no fierce collision, no earth-shaking loud noise, just an almost inaudible "chi" sound, and the white falling flowers disappeared into the stone wall.

An instant later, white falling flowers came out from behind the stone wall.

The inner power is exhausted, and the white fallen flowers wither instantly, the petals peel off piece by piece, and eventually become invisible.

Extremely poignant.

The smile on Chen Feng's lips grew stronger and wider.

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

This shows that the power in the falling flowers is extremely restrained and condensed, without being released at all. But as long as it is touched, it will suffer a heavy blow!

Yuluofeihua swordsmanship is worthy of being a yellow-level third-grade swordsmanship! The power is so tyrannical!

"I know, I know, I know how Yuluofeihua Sword Technique and Guangming Mahamudra should work together, and how to allocate time!"

"The Great Bright Hand Seal is thick and simple, powerful as a mountain, and requires a huge amount of energy consumption. The Yuluo Feihua Sword Technique requires much less consumption, and is suitable for use when a large amount of energy is consumed."

"When I face the enemy, I will first use the Great Hand Seal of Light to consume the enemy's true energy, and then use the Yuluofeihua Sword Technique..."

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

…

A heavy rain in late summer finally stopped after falling for nearly half a month.

The weather has obviously gotten colder, and the leaves on the trees have also changed from emerald green to a little withered yellow. There is a bit of coolness in the autumn wind.

The Qianyuan Sect's outer sect located at Broken Arrow Peak was in full swing.

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

Around each arena, there are numerous seats for people to sit and watch the battle.

At this time, the square was crowded with tens of thousands of people.

In some arenas, the fighting has already begun, and the fighting is extremely fierce. The surrounding audience cheers loudly, cheers and cheers, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.

The three hundred and twenty disciples of the outer sect who are qualified to participate in the competition have been selected, and the one with the lowest level is the acquired fourth level.

Their strength far exceeds that of ordinary disciples of the outer sect. When the disciples of the outer sect watch the battle, their horizons are broadened and they can also gain a lot of experience, which is beneficial to their practice.

Therefore, the outer sect encourages its disciples to watch the battle.

There were a lot of people around the arena located in the northeast corner.

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

It was Cui Zhenshan.

His opponent seems not to have arrived yet.

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

Elder Sun was sitting there, surrounded by a dozen disciples, all of whom were his disciples.

He likes to accept apprentices, but the level of teaching them is not very good. There is only one Cui Zhenshan who is more effective.

Sun Xin stood next to Elder Sun with a sinister look on his face, his eyes constantly patrolling the crowd, looking for that person, but unfortunately, he could not find it.

He turned around and said to Elder Sun: "Dad, that loser hasn't come yet."