Chapter 261: The Whole Volume of Biography of Martial Secrets
The huge goshawk spread its wings and fell to the ground like a cloud shadow hanging from the sky.
The huge eagle claw is like a sharp sword piercing the space, giving people an almost terrifying tearing feeling.
The eyes of the giant eagle falling from the sky do not have the intelligence of an intelligent creature, but are as cold and determined as a machine.
"What is this?"
Han Feng looked at the giant eagle swooping down from the sky and couldn't help but be stunned.
Chu Qingni, who had already hid behind Han Feng, poked half of her head out and responded: "Hey, you know so little about the world, how did you become the sword holder of the Xuanjian Division? In addition to being the master of the Shentian Sect,
Besides "The World's Martial Arts", which leads the world of martial arts, the most famous one is "The Secret Art of Painting Souls"... Thousands of creatures are depicted with thousands of years of pen and ink, be it giant beasts that can reach the sky or alien species with ever-changing magical powers.
So, since this secret realm is the relic of the Shentian Sect, it is naturally guarded by painted soul creatures. This giant eagle is just a side dish, and there may be more terrifying monsters behind it~"
While listening to Chu Qingni's introduction, Han Feng circulated his true energy, raised his palm, and unleashed the power of "Zhou Liu Liuxu Gong".
"I'm not a sword-wielder who specializes in storytelling. My promotion is entirely based on my talent...Okay, since you are a strange monster described with pen and ink, I will roast you with fire until you evaporate!"
As Han Feng struck the sky with his palm, a sea of orange-red flames rose up, boiling violently, hot and overbearing...
Between the transformation between harmony and disharmony, the Zhou Liu Huo Jin is infinitely amplified, and a wisp of flame-like Qi instantly transforms into an angry sea of flames.
As his internal strength advanced to Han Feng's current level, "Zhou Liu Liuxu Gong" really began to exert a different power like a five-element spell.
However, this giant eagle, which was only a mixture of pen and ink and true energy, seemed completely unafraid of the domineering flames summoned by Han Feng. Its entire huge body plunged into the sea of fire, its eyes locked, and its sharp claws grabbed Han Feng and Chu Qing.
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Fortunately, Han Feng was vigilant enough. The moment he saw the giant eagle diving into the sea of fire, he could tell that this guy was not afraid of fire. The "Flying on the Grass" Qinggong skill instantly divided seven or eight afterimages and pulled Chu Qingni's wrist.
He dodged aside.
"Isn't this guy drawn with ink? Why is he not afraid of baking at all?"
Han Feng shouted and asked while leading Chu Qingni to dodge.
The giant eagle's talons flew into the air and hit the ground nearby. Several rows of cracks were made in the solid rock formation, like knives and axes.
Sand and gravel splash.
Chu Qingni covered her nose with her other hand to prevent herself from inhaling the dust in the air, and replied in a low voice:
"You guys always only listen to half of what I say. The brush and ink used by Shen Tian Sect to draw souls and strange beasts is a fusion of Yu Nei's unique materials. They are not afraid of water, fire, wind and thunder at all. You didn't listen to what I said before you started. Now
Still want to blame me? You are so heartless."
"Okay, my aunt, I'm not trying to shirk responsibility. Don't let me feel guilty."
After running out of the dust-splattering range, Han Feng stopped and released his right hand holding Chu Qingni's wrist.
Turning around and looking at where he was, the giant eagle that flew into the air vibrated its wings and took off again. Its wings flapped the air, and the scene was like a storm.
Facing the fierce wind and sand, Han Feng raised his palms again, and his energy surged.
"Besides, it's not a big deal... It's just that you're not afraid of water, fire, wind and thunder... As long as you're strong enough and hit with a palm, nothing will happen!"
Han Feng is determined to defeat the enemy with force, and now he has only one martial arts that is the most powerful and the most powerful - "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon"!
As Han Feng's inner energy circulated, Chu Qingni felt as if there was a sleeping golden dragon awakening on Han Feng's body.
"hold head high!!"
An unprovoked dragon roar rang out in the void, and the golden blue dragon condensed with Six-Tails' internal power was shot out of Han Feng's hand.
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" - [Riding Six Dragons in Time]!
The giant eagle that had just fluttered its wings and lifted into the air was hit by six dragon heads before it could turn around. The blue dragon roared and bit into pieces, tearing the giant eagle's body into pieces...
The broken body of the giant eagle turned into a faint firefly color under the breeze, blending into the sky of this world.
"Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon" is worthy of being the most powerful martial art. No matter what obstacles are in front of you, it only takes one palm to pass, and the world will collapse.
The giant eagle disappeared, and the sky suddenly became clear and clear.
Chu Qingni patted Han Feng's shoulder lightly, jumped to Han Feng's side, and came closer:
"Oh, Emperor Han is indeed a high-ranking member of the Heavenly Court, but his martial arts has advanced to such an extent in just a short period of time... If Bai Zhijian knew about it, he would be very happy~"
Han Feng was a little embarrassed when Chu Qingni mentioned Bai Feihuang for no reason. He coughed twice and said, "Why did you suddenly mention Bai Zhijian? It's weird..."
"Oh, it's such a big deal. I'm the one who single-handedly promoted you. Why can't I mention it because I have an eye for pearls and Bai Zhijian? Or do you have some thoughts about others, so you're shy when it comes to others?
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Chu Qingni raised her eyebrows and looked at Han Feng with an ambiguous expression.
Han Feng really felt that there was no need to argue with this dead girl, so he stretched out his left hand and held the back of her neck, pulling her towards the White Jade Bridge in the middle of the lake.
"Hey, let go, you bastard, let go!"
Chu Qingni felt an extremely strange feeling when her neck was pinched by Han Feng. She walked backwards and shouted loudly.
Han Feng, on the other hand, has completely stopped accepting her tricks.
"I tell you, if you make any noise again, I will throw you into the lake."
"Okay, okay, Brother Han, I admit defeat, please let go~"
Chu Qingni was also a girl who could bend and stretch, so she immediately began to admit defeat.
When Han Feng heard that she had said this, he didn't know what to do. He let go of his hand and gave her a helpless look.
Chu Qingni stretched out her hand to comb her hair, smiled at Han Feng, and deliberately said in a coquettish tone: "What do you want me to do? Let's go and see the baby~"
"Okay~ I'll listen to you."
Han Feng responded, and the two of them walked into the depths of the Shentian Sect ruins as if nothing had happened.
When you walk off the small bridge over the lake, you will see a sapphire square. The ground paved with blue jade is inscribed with clear and strange golden lines. There are also two rows of white jade statues with six or seven figures in height on both sides of the square, including a sacred horse.
There are white horses, valiant generals... there are immortals who have emerged from the mortal world, and there are also wonderful and strange beasts.
The two rows of strange beasts extend all the way to the mountain gate city wall with white walls and black tiles in the distance. Gorgeous and elegant strange spiritual beasts are painted on the walls. The walls are not high, and they spread into the invisible ink clouds at both ends.
The golden dragon carp jumped out of the wall with a slight jump, splashed with water, and then fell back into the wall...
Han Feng looked into the distance, already imagining this divine ruins in his mind.
Suddenly, Chu Qingni beside her pointed at the sky and shouted softly:
"Look, what is that in the sky?"
Han Feng raised his head in the direction of Chu Qingni's finger.
Several broken prayer flags flew through the clouds like paper kites pulled by silk fibers, with these faint words written on the flags.
Han Feng glanced over and felt that the impression was extremely familiar.
I briefly recalled it in my mind, and suddenly I matched these familiar words one by one.
Isn't this the method of governing the world's martial arts recorded in his "Secret Records of Chuanwu"?
Then... the words on these prayer flags couldn't be more obvious. This is the martial arts of the Shentian Sect that is pursued by the world - "The World's Martial Arts Chapter"!