Volume Four Chapter 674 Let Go of Your Fists and Feet

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The bright red blood fell drop by drop, dyeing the ground under his feet red, Zhuo Fan's face twitched, and his face gradually became gloomy. The invincible right arm, at this moment, is also twitching constantly, as if it is constantly spasming due to severe pain!

The daughters of the Xuantian Sect couldn't help but exclaimed, and their faces suddenly showed concern. Dan'er looked at Chu Qingcheng in a hurry and said, "Sister Qingcheng, he...he is seriously injured..."

His brows furrowed slightly, and Chu Qingcheng's heart tightened instantly, with a worried look on his face, but he didn't speak.

For Zhuo Fan, she has always believed unconditionally. No matter when and where she faces, she believes that this man must have a way to win.

Even now, her faith in her heart remains unshakable. But other than that, seeing the serious injury of Zhuo Fan's arm, she still felt a pain in her heart, and she couldn't stop worrying.

This is Chu Qingcheng's current state of mind, placing himself completely in the position of Zhuo Fan's woman.

A woman, if she doesn't believe in her man, can she still be called his woman? However, at the same time, she will also pay close attention to her man, even a little damage will make her very anxious and worried!

This seems to be a contradictory state of mind. Since you believe that he will win, why worry; but if you are really worried, it can only prove that you have no confidence in him.

But women are such emotional animals, with many contradictions, especially in the depths of love, even more so!

letter, and pity...

She took a deep look at Chu Qingcheng and saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, but the worry and conviction in her eyes did not diminish at all. Shui Ruohua seemed to understand something, and when she turned her head and looked in the direction of Zhuo Fan, Unconsciously, he let out a long breath.

It seems helpless, it seems bitter, it seems longing and envious...

"How is this possible? I haven't been able to hurt that kid. How can a mere Wen Tao seriously injure that monster in an instant?" At the top of the viewing platform, the Flame Demon roared in disbelief, his pupils condensed and shone brightly. , eyes full of puzzlement and shock.

Wu Qingqiu raised his eyes and glanced at him, then chuckled softly: "Yao Mo, are you looking at yourself a little too high? I see that Wen Tao, although one level worse than you in cultivation, is not weak. Under the sudden attack again, if one is not careful, it is also possible that Zhuo Fan suffered a big loss. Maybe he saw that the other party was the third middle school, and he underestimated the enemy, which is also possible! "

The brows trembled slightly, and the Flame Demon still couldn't believe it. A peerless expert like Zhuo Fan, who could beat him to the point of being powerless, could be attacked so easily?

In particular, he still remembered what Zhuo Fan once told him. Although the preaching teaching words were annoying, every word and every sentence showed that this person was a cautious man who would never let his guard down easily.

How could it be possible to be paralyzed and make such a low-level mistake in the battle of the three strongest Sword God Sects in the challenge?

"I think...he did it on purpose!"

However, just when the Flame Demon couldn't figure out the key point, an indifferent voice suddenly entered the ears of the two of them. Turning his head to look, he saw Ye Lin's pair of fine eyes staring fiercely at Zhuo Fan's position below, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his face was solemn.

Unconsciously raising his brows, Wu Qingqiu had a strange look on his face and teased, "Junior brother, why did you say this?"

When the flame demon heard it, he hurriedly looked at him, wanting to hear his opinions!

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling!" After pondering for a while, Ye Lian shook his head gently and said softly: "I don't believe that my old enemy would make such a blunder in such trivial matters. The only explanation is Could it be that he deliberately released water!"

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Wu Qingqiu shook his head noncommittally, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Junior Brother, you are too self-willed. As the saying goes, a Taoist misses a hand and a horse misses his foot. Just because he is the one you fancy, he can only lose. In your hands, other people can't hurt him with a single hair? This... Where do you let others find reason? Hehehe..."

Yan Mo's face twitched, and he shook his head helplessly, smiling bitterly. I thought this kid saw something, it turned out to be such a bastard reason!

Ye Lin glanced at the two of them lightly, but stopped making a sound, just stared at Zhuo Fan below, his eyes gleaming, as if to see what was wrong here...

However, Wu Qingqiu and Yan Mo did not understand the true meaning of Ye Lin's words, but one person in the entire battle had already seen the clue.

In a dark corner, a pair of piercing eyes were staring at Zhuo Fan's bleeding arm without blinking, and the corner of his mouth drew a clear arc.

"Hehehe... This little brat is really smart. He actually came up with this trick to find a high-sounding excuse for the injury on his right arm!"

In the dimness, Dan Qingsheng stroked his beard and let out a chuckle in admiration: "This kid was exploring the Holy Spirit Mine and was injured by the Heavenly Sword, so he could only hide it for a while, and sooner or later it would be exposed. It's really rare to think that he could think of such a stubborn plan by Li Daitao to let his injured right arm hurt again in front of everyone's eyes and find a reasonable source. But what's even more rare is that he knows how to choose."

"During the battle with the Demon Soul Sect, he let the disciples of his sect delay time instead of directly letting that Han Yunfeng take advantage of the situation to hurt him, just because the boy's strength is not enough, if he suddenly hurt his dark horse, it is estimated that It will soon attract everyone's suspicion. But this Wen Tao is different. With his strength there, it is natural that he is injured under Wen Tao! This kid knows how to forbear and choose, which is really rare. For the average person, even if they think of this plan, they probably won't be very careful, and it is estimated that they will be deceived directly in the battle with the Demon Soul Sect.

But there is no silver three hundred taels here, hehehe..."

Dan Qingsheng smiled and shook his head, sighing with emotion: "This kid's strength and scheming are all excellent, which is really commendable. If it wasn't for this old man who came here just to get a sword and didn't want to scare the snake, I really wanted to take this kid away. Alas, what a pity..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Dan Qingsheng turned around and suddenly disappeared into the endless darkness, disappearing...

On the other hand, with a muffled pop, Wen Tao hit the seal in his hand, and the long sword that pierced Zhuo Fan's arm suddenly flew back into his hand.

Seeing the bright light on the long sword in his hand, and Zhuo Fan's red arm, Wen Tao's eyes flashed with confusion, as if it was still hard to believe that he seriously injured his opponent so easily. But soon, he clasped his fists again and smiled respectfully and politely: "Hehehe...Brother Zhuo, I'm sorry, I just started a little harder, please forgive me!"

"It's okay, I won't be merciful for a while anyway!"

With a swoosh, Zhuo Fan flicked his right arm, spilling the blood of his arm all over the ground, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the urn sounded, as if he was extremely angry. But who knows, his heart has already blossomed with joy.

In this way, I don't have to be timid anymore, I can let go of my fists and fight hard, hahaha...

His cheeks twitched slightly, and Wen Tao smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhuo, I really didn't intend to make a big shot just now. I was really worried about Brother Zhuo's powerful strength, but I never expected..."

"According to what you mean, it's better to be famous when I meet you? The strength is not as strong as you imagined, so you can get it at once, right?" Zhuo Fan pretended to be sullen and said hatefully: "Then next, I will let Wen Brother Wen's kindness just now is not in vain to see how the fire is on full blast, hum!"

The corners of his mouth slumped, and Wen Tao shook his head helplessly, but soon his eyes narrowed again, and he solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Well, since Brother Zhuo is going to do his best, Wen is overjoyed, please enlighten me!"

Saying that, Wen Tao slashed the long sword in his hand, facing Zhuo Fan's direction, and the invisible space fluctuations rippled out of the long sword.

It's just that it is different from the ferocity of the general space vibration. The vibration of this long sword is actually feminine and continuous, as if silk threads are fluttering in the air, drifting with the current, invisible and invisible!

"In front of the blue waves, the waves are chasing, the strong wind is hard to suppress the willows and willows, and the gentle wind and drizzle flow with it, stealing half a day of leisure!"

As a little poem came out, Wen Tao pointed at the long sword in his hand and laughed lightly: "Brother Zhuo, this sword is called Fusheng. The sword is the sword of tranquility and ease. But there is movement in the stillness, and there is murder in the tranquility. Brother Zhuo, be careful then!"

Unconsciously, Zhuo Fan thought about it carefully, and finally understood it in his heart, and nodded secretly.

Previously, in his air shock field, everything was shaken into pieces, but the sword qi of this sword was condensed and not scattered, and it was recklessly shuttled in the shaking space, but it was the principle of using softness to overcome rigidity and go with the flow.

However, this sword looks soft, but it is actually tough. Just when those feminine sword qi merged into one, it suddenly turned into a fierce sword power, splitting his air shock field in an instant.

Thinking of his sword name Fusheng again, Zhuo Fan immediately figured out everything.

Stealing for half a day is not weak, lazy and slippery, but accumulating energy. Soft is accumulating power, he is stronger than others, the breeze blows on the hills, motionless like a mountain, I will follow; but after half a day, the accumulating power has been completed, and it is really fierce and fierce!

This is the sword intent of the floating sword, and it is also the scary part of Wen Tao's tenderness sword.

Rou will make you fall into a quagmire, unable to extricate yourself, Gang will instantly defeat the opponent's defense, and it will end in an instant, just like before!

After thinking about all this, Zhuo Fan also has a way to deal with it.

Softness is the way to bear strength, brute force cannot overcome softness, so there is a way to overcome rigidity with softness. Then, with the power of destruction, he will be defeated in an instant, so that he can't even use the power-bearing technique, and he will collapse in an instant!

Thinking like this, Zhuo Fan's mouth crossed a strange arc, and the purple thunder was already flickering on his right arm, making a crackling sound.

An iron fist was suddenly changed to a dragon claw, as if it were about to break the sky!

Seeing this scene, Wen Tao was stunned, his cheeks twitched, and he was speechless for a while.

Did I talk too much just now, pretending to be too much, but let this kid find the way to crack my sword intent...

For a time, Wen Tao suddenly had the urge to slap his own mouth...