The sound of miserable howling sounded, blood spurted out, and a severed arm rose into the sky. Everyone looked at Feng Xiang and saw that Feng Xiang was covering his right arm with his left hand. There was nothing on his right arm except for the bloody wound.
, blood kept pouring out.
Zhuo Wen's body flashed past, like a floating butterfly, slowly falling down, holding the bone gun diagonally in his hand, above the tip of the gun, a cold light flashed, and wisps of blood slowly dripped down, splashing on the ground.
"This arm is compensation for your rude words to me. I will spare your life this time. If you face me with your condescending attitude next time, I will not spare you as lightly as I did today."
Zhuo Wen's cold voice sounded, and he glanced at the Yanhuo Master with fear. This Yanhuo Master was probably not as simple as he thought. It was not worth fighting to the death with such a person.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen stepped on the sole of his foot and swept away from the crowd like lightning.
"Little bastard! Let me see where you are running away? Come and die."
Master Yanhuo was holding back his anger at this moment. Li Hu and Li Long were killed in front of him, and Feng Xiang had his arm cut off next to him. He had lost all his face. If Zhuo Wen was allowed to leave this place like this
, where is his face?
Boom!
Master Yanhuo shouted angrily, and countless black flames surged around him. They actually condensed into countless black flame arrows, forming a curtain, and flew behind Zhuo Wen. The power was extremely spectacular, as if the whole world was covered by darkness.
Shrouded, everywhere you look, only the countless black flames are left.
"Black Flame Explosion? I didn't expect Master Yanhuo to use such a terrifying secret skill as Black Flame Explosion!"
Huangfu Zixia, who originally had a cold expression, now had a look of horror on her pretty face. She knew very well that this black flame blast was a terrifying spiritual skill, a unique skill of Elder Liuli, the second elder of the Arcane Guild.
The Black Flame Explosion actually uses a secret method to expel the black flames with mental power, and then uses a terrifying pressure to compress these black flames into countless black flame arrows. With the power of this high pressure, these black flame arrows
You will gain extremely terrifying penetrating power.
Master Yanhuo once relied on this secret technique to severely injure warriors in the early stages of the Seven-Wallen Emperor Realm. It was precisely because of this unique secret technique that Master Yanhuo's reputation in the imperial capital was so resounding. In addition, his father, Elder Liuli, had
With such a good reputation, there are really not many people who dare not give face to Master Yanhuo.
As soon as Huangfu Zixia said these words, everyone around him suddenly became agitated. Naturally, they had heard of Hei Yan Bukong's name. Precisely because they had heard of it, everyone looked at Zhuo Wen with some pity.
Already.
Zhuo Wen is indeed powerful, but it is a pity that Master Yanhuo has even used the terrifying secret technique of Black Fire Explosion, which can seriously injure the warriors of the Seventh Round Emperor Realm. There is no doubt that Zhuo Wen does not have to die, and even if he does not die, he is basically not far away from death.
Already.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen also felt the terrifying power behind him, and a strong sense of crisis hit his heart. Looking at the terrifying black flame arrows behind him like a rain curtain, Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank into needles.
"I really didn't expect that Master Yanhuo still has this hand."
The mighty black flame arrows behind him almost covered the sky and the sun, like dark clouds. He knew that with such a large range of black flame arrows, even if he opened three pairs of thunder wings, it would be impossible to escape from the black flame arrows.
scope.
"Looks like I have to bite the bullet!"
Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Wen twisted his waist, his robes fluttered, he held a bone gun, and his eyes were like a torch.
"This gun has a soul, and it's called Qianyi!"
An ethereal voice sounded in Zhuo Wen's mouth. At this moment, Zhuo Wen slowly danced the bone gun. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth. The whole person was erratic. When the bone gun was flicked, a mysterious artistic conception spread like ripples.
Come.
Streams of blue water droplets slowly condensed from the air, covering Zhuo Wen's body and hair tips. The cold blue actually made Zhuo Wen's long hair faintly reveal a faint blue color, which was charming.
Different and unique.
Zhuo Wen's gun intention to enter the room was pushed to the extreme. He was like heaven and earth at this moment, and every move he made could move the general trend of heaven and earth.
Unmoving like a mountain, moving like thunder. When the blue water droplets condensed to the extreme, Zhuo Wen moved. His movements were very simple and mysterious. It was just a flick of the bone gun, and the cold tip of the gun shuttled through the space.
Stagnation time.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, blue gun shadows were like a rain curtain, with Zhuo Wen as the center, pouring out like a wave, layer upon layer, densely packed, occupying almost half of the world, and actually had a faint tendency to compete with the black flame arrow.
boom!
The terrifying gun shadow collided with the black flame arrow, and the world became silent. Immediately, the earth-shattering explosion sound rolled in from the void, as shocking and terrifying as a tsunami.
For a moment, the blue gun shadow and the black flame arrow were in a stalemate. However, the stalemate was not very long. A big explosion occurred between them at the same time. The blue gun shadow was finally annihilated, but the black flame arrow was completely annihilated.
The arrow has also reached the point where the oil has dried up and the lamp has run out.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Master Yanhuo's Black Flame Explosion was really amazing. Even if he activated the gun intent of entering the room to the extreme, it was still broken.
Whoosh whoosh!
The few remaining black flame arrows passed through the space and flew directly towards Zhuo Wen, their power was unstoppable.
Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly, and with a move of his right hand, the Great Promise Sword Formation suddenly turned into a cold light, surrounding his body. Arrows of black flames flew over and collided with the sword formation, causing a strong shock.
"Hmph! Open three pairs of thunder wings for me."
Looking at the few black flame arrows on the sword array, Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and immediately unfolded three pairs of thunder wings. The thunder wings unfolded, and the whole person turned into thunder, dodging the few remaining black flame arrows.
, and then in a few flashes, he disappeared directly from everyone's eyes.
"Master Yanhuo! I have recorded today's revenge. I will definitely pay you a visit someday."
The lightning flashed past, and Zhuo Wen's thunderous voice broke through the sky and rolled down, making Master Yanhuo twitch his face.
"Is that...the power of artistic conception just now?"
At this moment, Huangfu Zixia could no longer remain calm. Her originally cold and pretty face was filled with deep shock. What shocked her was not Master Yanhuo's Black Flame Explosion, because this was Master Yanhuo's famous secret skill.
What shocked her was that the young man carrying the green coffin actually blocked Master Yanhuo's black flame blast. Moreover, the wonderful shot that blocked the black flame blast in the end could not be erased from her mind for a long time.
.
She would never be wrong. That wonderful shot contained a terrifying power of artistic conception, and it was also a power of artistic conception of a high level.
"What the young man used just now was definitely Spear Intent. Only Spear Intent can make ordinary moves display such terrifying power. Even Master Yanhuo's Black Flame Explosion was almost blocked. This guy is so terrifying.
"
"That kid is less than twenty years old, but he has actually understood the power of artistic conception that a warrior dreams of. This kid is so talented that he is a monster!"
Immediately, everyone around them woke up from the wonderful shot just now, and they all showed admiration. They knew that the only thing that could exert such terrifying power was the power of artistic conception.
Although this place is the imperial capital, where there are many geniuses and outstanding people, the warriors who can comprehend the power of artistic conception are extremely rare. They can be regarded as one in ten thousand. This boy can comprehend the power of artistic conception at such a young age, absolutely.
Can be considered a monster.
Master Yanhuo narrowed his eyes and his heart skipped a beat. He did not expect that Zhuo Wen, whom he had never paid attention to, was actually a genius who had understood the power of artistic conception.
As a senior member of the Arcane Guild, he knows very well how terrifying a warrior who understands the power of artistic conception can be. As long as he is given a certain amount of time to grow, his future achievements will be limitless.
"Feng Xiang! Didn't you say that Zhuo Wen is just a despicable kid from Mu Qin County? How come the despicable kid you call not only broke your arm, but also understood the legendary spear intention?"
Now that Zhuo Wen has left this place, and Li Long and Li Hu have also died, Master Yanhuo feels a fire in his heart, which he vents on Feng Xiang.
At this moment, Feng Xiang covered his broken right hand and saw Master Yanhuo asking sternly. He just lowered his head without saying a word, but his eyes revealed deep resentment.
Thinking of him as a direct descendant of the Feng family, he was defeated by Zhuo Wen in public for the first time, had his arm cut off by Zhuo Wen in public for the second time, and now he was questioned by Master Yanhuo in full view of the public but did not dare to speak. It can be said that he is extremely cowardly.
At this moment, the hatred in Feng Xiang's heart for Zhuo Wen has almost reached the level of a huge wave. If this revenge is not avenged, Feng Xiang will never give up.
"Humph! What a loser. Then Zhuo Wen is right."
When Master Yanhuo saw Feng Xiang bowing his head and saying nothing, he snorted coldly and left the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion in a puff of his sleeves.
The crowd around him stared at Feng Xiang in jest, and the comments came in a barrage, making Feng Xiang unable to stay any longer, and ran away like a bereaved dog.
Looking at Feng Xiang's embarrassed posture, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter. Jingyun, who was in the crowd, quietly looked at the embarrassed Feng Xiang. The fascination in her eyes slowly faded and turned into...
Much lighter.
Compared with Zhuo Wen, the Feng Xiang she was obsessed with was simply in the sky and on the earth.
Thinking of how she had targeted Zhuo Wen for Feng Xiang, Jingyun suddenly felt a flush of shame. Maybe Zhuo Wen didn't take her seriously at all at that time.
"Jingyun! Let's go back to the imperial city."
Huangfu Zixia raised her head again and stared at the direction where Zhuo Wen disappeared. Her pretty face regained its cold look and said to Jingyun beside her.
Jingyun nodded, followed Huangfu Zixia and left the place obediently.
The lightning flashed, and Zhuo Wen stopped in a quiet alley. He was breathing rapidly and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. The Flame Master was indeed not simple, especially the last black flame burst into the air. The power was really terrifying, even if Zhuo Wen used
The Spear Intent and the Great Promise Sword Formation could only barely block it.
After resting for about two hours in a quiet alley, Zhuo Wen's internal injuries recovered somewhat, and his pale face had turned rosy.
Walking out of the alley, Zhuo Wen found that this street was very familiar. It was obviously a street far away from Zuichun Pavilion. Just when Zhuo Wen was about to ask passers-by for their directions, there was a noise in front of the street...