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This petal bloomed from the remains of a great emperor, and it was naturally extraordinary, but Chu Feng turned this petal over and over again and looked at it several times, and found no other effect other than resisting the wind and cold.

Maybe it's just a memento - the skeletons of that old man were very naughty after his death, and it's not impossible to do such a thing.

Chu Feng smiled and collected the petals.

Chu Feng went down the mountain and saw the man again, the man was still sitting in the snow and cooking wine, but three corpses were poured next to the man, and blood stained the ground red.

The man, on the other hand, sat between the corpses as if nothing had happened, drinking to himself, treating the corpses around him as if they were dolls, and did not pay any attention to them.

Chu Feng looked at the three corpses, the three corpses were dressed in ordinary black clothes, plain without any patterns and decorations, Chu Feng had never seen any sect dressed like that, so he couldn't tell which force they belonged to.

The scars of the three corpses were all sword wounds in the throat.

A sword to seal the throat, such an adjective should only be used to describe the fragile flesh among mortals.

Because the throat is not a fatal wound to the body of a monk who does not need air and blood too much, for a monk of the third order or above, it is only one of the parts that has a slightly heavier effect after injury.

But the man sealed his throat with one enemy and three times, and he also sealed his throat with a sword three times, which was not only superb in cultivation, but also had a lot to do with his sword, but Chu Feng couldn't see his sword, because not everyone likes to carry a sword on their back, which can easily lead to some special weapons or magic weapons being discovered before they are used.

Therefore, those who like to carry weapons and magic weapons on their bodies are generally low-level monks who are not able to open up mustard sacs, or people like Chu Feng who want to find weapons and magic weapons from mustard sacs because of their slow movements, which will cause delays in fighters.

The man heard the footsteps behind him, turned his head to look at Chu Feng, and saw that Chu Feng was looking at the three corpses beside him, so he couldn't help but pout, and said with disdain: "What do you see, haven't you seen murder?"

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I look at me, what does it have to do with you?"

The man rolled his eyes and said, "Look at me slaughtering you again." ”

Chu Feng couldn't help but smile even more, and pouted towards the sky, saying, "The person you want to slaughter is here." ”

The man coughed dryly, turned around and continued to lower his head and continue to cook wine, while four figures flew in the sky and landed on the ground, still in ordinary pure black clothes, without any recognizable features.

Then the man slowly raised his lowered head, looked up at the four people who came over, and said, "Oh, I was discovered, do you want to come and have a drink?"

"Duan Xianming, please hand over the Silence to us, that item is too dangerous. A middle-aged man at the head said to the young man, and then saw Chu Feng standing on the stone steps at the bottom of the mountain, frowned and said, bowing slightly, "Dare to ask Your Excellency if it is his helper?"

"I'm not a helper, I'm here to see the fun. Chu Feng also bowed slightly, and then explained.

Although he felt that this man named Duan Xianming was a little interesting, but seeing that this middle-aged man was not an aggressive person, it was difficult to judge right and wrong for a while-not to mention, even if he could judge right and wrong, this was also a grudge between Duan Xianming and the man, and he didn't want to get involved in it at all.

"It's so unjustifiable. Duan Xianming sighed helplessly, and then slowly stood up, the glow in his hand reflected the snow, and there was a burst of "buzzing" trembling, a glow of light had been held in Duan Yanming's hand, with a shake of Duan Mingming's wrist, the plain white snow was gorgeous, and even the gray sky was colorful.

Chu Feng squinted as he looked at Xia Guang, who was held in his hand by Duan Xianming.

The glow obscured the items in the glow, and only a vague sword-shaped outline could be faintly discerned.

However, intuition told Chu Feng that it shouldn't be a sword, but what was it...... Chu Feng didn't know either.

Silence?

Chu Feng vaguely remembered where he had seen this name, but he couldn't remember it for a while, he was afraid that he had seen it in ancient books by chance, just because Chu Feng didn't care about these ancient magic weapons or weapons, so Chu Feng didn't have a deep impression of the name Gui Lone.

When Chu Feng recalled the origin of the name Gui Lonely, Duan Xianming had already started to fight with the four of them.

By the time Chu Feng came back to his senses, Duan Xianming had already fought with the middle-aged man into the air, thundering all over the sky, his true anger was agitating, and his momentum was impressive.

And the other three people also fell into the snow, and the same sword sealed their throats.

Chu Feng looked at Duan Xianming and the man who were constantly fighting in the air, and frowned, the man's cultivation was definitely not under Duan Xianming, but the man was suppressed by Duan Xianming everywhere, and he was always in passive defense, and he could only occasionally take advantage of the gap to fight back in some of Duan Xianming's flaws, but it was always difficult to achieve any substantive results.

The reason for this is that on the one hand, the glow in Duan Xianming's hand is very powerful, and it always reveals a mysterious aura, which makes the man dare not confront him head-on, and on the other hand, it is also because Duan Xianming's body style is very strange.

The strange thing about Duan Xianming's body style is that his movements are completely unconventional.

Generally speaking, no matter how high the monk's cultivation is, there are no more than two ways to move, one is the space step, the monk above the seventh order can forcibly break open the space boundary wall, and carry out a space leap within a range of more than 100 zhang, which is the space step.

The other is high-speed movement, such as the wind riding trick that Chu Feng once knew, which is one of the representatives.

However, Duan Xianming's movement obviously does not belong to this type, he can complete an exchange of spatial positions in an instant, and does not need to tear apart the space from another dimension like the space is stepping forward, nor does he need to maintain the continuity of the spatial movement like a high-speed movement.

Avatar?

Abilities?

Ritual weapons?

Chu Feng couldn't be sure, so he could only quietly observe the battle between the two.

The man's fighting style and Duan Yanming are generally close hand-to-hand combat, but the difference is that the man's actions are obviously slower than Duan Yanming, so every attack and defense of his is a sweep of true qi within a large range, using all aspects of range and angle to prevent Duan Yanming from attacking the corners that are difficult for him to defend with his strange movement method.

This method is brutal, as it requires the caster to have a large amount of True Energy to support the consumption.

If the caster's True Qi is slightly insufficient, it will fall into disadvantage in a very short period of time due to the lack of True Qi.

But the man fought extremely calmly, and fought heartily, and every time he made a move, he would inevitably roll up the wind and clouds, like an angry dragon roaring, like a nine-day hanging river.

This made Chu Feng have to make a man's cultivation is actually far above Duan Xianming, and even those who were killed by Duan Xianming, their cultivation will definitely not be under Duan Xianming, otherwise, the sect forces they belong to will not send them here.

From this point of view, Duan Xianming mastered this strange way of moving, but he was afraid that it was a recent thing, but no one knew about it, so he gave Duan Xianming the opportunity to fight back.

So from this point of view, this way of moving should not be Duan Xianming's own ability, but I am afraid that it is the ability contained in the light in Duan Xianming's hand.

Chu Feng looked at Duan Xianming with some surprise, Duan Xianming was very careful in fighting, every time he made a move, there must be a reason and reason why he had to make a move, or there was a flaw in the operation of the man's true qi for a while, or the man's move forced Duan Xianming to defend.

Duan Xianming's gaze was unique, even above Chu Feng, many of his strange actions Chu Feng was not able to quickly understand the meaning, and he still needed to think or watch Duan Xianming's next move to suddenly understand.

If Duan Xianming's age is really about the same as he looks...... That can only be said that his unique vision is really beyond Chu Feng's imagination.

With the cooperation of Duan Yanming's strange body style and unique gaze, even though the amount of true qi he could summon was really limited, he still had the upper hand steadily.

However, this does not mean that Duan Xianming can really win.

Duan Xianming's upper hand was entirely due to his suppression of the man's speed, even if he found out that he had made a wrong judgment, he could move away at the first time, making all of the man's attacks miss.

He himself, however, could not inflict enough damage on the man.

But Chu Feng didn't know how long Duan Yanming's cultivation could maintain such an advantage—where were his chances of winning?

In terms of Chu Feng's eyesight, he thought that the first person whose true qi was poor would definitely be Duan Yanming.

Chu Feng shook his head, he wasn't going to continue to watch these two people fight boringly, he was a little curious about the glow in Duan Xianming's hand.

So he trotted to the six corpses lying on the ground, bowed to them, and apologized for the offense to the dead before crouching down and slowly parting the wound in his throat.

The wound in the throat was neat and smooth, all of them were just cut into an inch, not much for a point, not a lot for a point, only a little blood came out, and the rest of the blood was congealed on the wound, but there was not a trace of cold.

It is true that a wound of this magnitude is not fatal at all.

It's a pity that Chu Feng doesn't have the ability to capture the residual breath now, otherwise he can get some useful breath by capturing the residual breath from these wounds.

Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh silently, a little regretful that his curiosity was not satisfied.

Chu Feng sighed helplessly, raised his head and looked at the sky, the two of them were still fighting, but Duan Yanming's advantage had obviously decreased, the offensive had decreased, and the defense had increased.

Chu Feng lowered his head, knowing that this battle would only last for a while before the final victory could be determined, if nothing else, the final victory would still belong to that man.