Rushing out of Jin Yuan's chest was a quaint Xuanhuang Great Seal, exuding a deep unknown aura.

After a few horizontal blows, the Great Seal defeated the Nine Evil Tiangang Array that Qin Feng had painstakingly arranged, and then the Great Seal turned into a yellow light and returned to Jin Yuan's body.

"That's ...... Jin Xuanyin?"

"Indeed, it can't be wrong, it's the spiritual treasure Jin Xuanyin of Jinxuan Village, I didn't expect Qin Feng to force Jin Yuan to urge Jin Xuanyin. ”

"Qin Feng is dead. ”

......

Jin Yuan broke through the Nine Evil Heavenly Gang Array, whether it was the Gang Qi above his head or the strong Evil Qi beside him, they all dissipated into nothingness.

He looked at Qin Feng, who was still sitting in place, and without hesitation, he stepped out in three steps, came to Qin Feng, and slashed at Qin Feng's upper body with a palm slash.

Qin Feng was originally contemplating the Method, he used his own spiritual power and spiritual realm to comprehend together, and the efficiency was very high, and he comprehended most of the lower part of the Hundred Flowers Night, and Hei Yuan Yishui Escape was already in the second level.

As long as he is given another pillar of incense, it is very likely that one of the two Fa will be able to successfully attain enlightenment.

But Jin Yuan didn't want to make any more twists and turns, he didn't leave Qin Feng the slightest time, and he moved like a thunderbolt, and the fierce offensive shrouded Qin Feng.

Qin Feng withdrew from the state of enlightenment in an instant, and his whole body moved sideways, bursting back behind him, wanting to avoid Jin Yuan's capture.

The vitality in Jin Yuan's body burst out, he took half a step in the air, and the person advanced a few feet, and at the same time, one of his hands struck out, hitting Qin Feng's face in an instant.

His palm seems ordinary, but in fact it is not simple, this is not just one palm, but dozens of palms, the angle of each palm, the power technique, are not the same, but the speed is too fast, it looks like a palm.

His capture is not very lethal, but it is impenetrable, making it impossible to parry and avoidable.

Qin Feng immediately made a decision and threw dozens of punches forward, each punch bursting with 250,000 jin of strength. Dense fist shadows rushed out, wanting to fight against Jin Yuan's one-palm move.

But Qin Feng was stunned to find that Jin Yuan's palm momentum had not been hindered in the slightest, and he grabbed him directly on the shoulder. He threw dozens of punches, each of which reached its peak of strength, knocking out a vacuum in front of him, which was amazing.

But the fact is that every punch he threw was empty, and none of the punches touched Jin Yuan's palm, and all his strength was wasted and hit the air.

Qin Feng calmed down and punched straight out, this punch he used his own spiritual power, and with the release of the spiritual realm, his fist was constantly adjusted in the air, looking for Jin Yuan's palm.

Boom.

Qin Feng's fist turned several times, and finally struck out at the end, successfully hitting Jin Yuan's palm in a constantly changing direction.

Qin Feng's face turned pale in an instant, bloodless. He screamed and flew upside down, there was a clicking sound from his arm, his bones were out of place, and his joints were forced apart by Jin Yuan.

Qin Feng flew upside down and fell at the foot of the Heavenly Cliff, a hideous wound appeared on his elbow, and a small bone pierced out of the flesh, and blood gurgled out.

He fractured his left hand.

Qin Feng endured the great pain, and wanted to rise up and continue to fight with Jin Yuan, how could he expect Jin

Yuan's movements were faster than his, and he approached the Heavenly Cliff in an instant.

Qin Feng soared into the air, regardless of the injury of his left hand, and forcibly fought with Jin Yuan, he cast a hundred flowers in the night with his left fist, and a hundred flowers in his right fist, and a sea of flowers appeared on his fists.

In an instant, many petals were born out of thin air, they bloomed and withered, experiencing life and death on Qin Feng's fists, composing the original meaning of life.

Qin Feng struck out hundreds of punches in an instant, and pieces of petals flew and fell from his arms, which was terrifyingly beautiful.

Qin Feng looked at the withered flowers, and felt a touch in his heart. Above the corpses of the withered petals, new petals full of life reopened.

These new petals bloom on the corpses of old flowers, as if absorbing their nutrients and aura, and they grow stronger and more beautiful.

However, soon after they bloomed, they also withered together, and ended up with the same petals as before, turning into flower fertilizer.

Qin Feng kept punching, and the petals on his fists kept withering and flourishing, and so on and on, consistently.

Qin Feng suddenly realized, and caught that trace of feeling in an instant.

Qin Feng laughed, looking like crazy, he still punched out one punch after another, and the petals kept appearing between the fists.

Ten punches were struck, and the number of petals surged to one hundred and sixty.

Twenty more punches were struck, and the number of petals skyrocketed to one hundred and seventy.

Qin Feng didn't stop, the more he fought, the more excited he became, his momentum became stronger and stronger, and in the blink of an eye, he hit a hundred punches, and in the end, every punch he struck, two hundred petals appeared densely packed on his fist.

Jin Yuan was suppressed by Qin Feng's fist shadow, did not choose to approach, and kept dodging. He was secretly frightened: "The thief's martial arts power has increased again?"

Jin Yuan frowned, he felt very uncomfortable, seeing Qin Feng breaking through one after another made him very uncomfortable: "It's okay, kill it, all the secrets will belong to me!"

Jin Yuan rushed out to fight against Qin Feng, his fist was like a dragon, even if it was an ordinary punch, his strength was far more than 500,000, several times that of Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was not afraid at all, and sent a sea of flowers in front of him, and Jin Yuan confronted him, each punch of which had two hundred petals of flowers, and under the extreme beauty, it contained extremely strong power.

Previously, he observed the flowers blooming and falling, and in an instant, he made a breakthrough in the night bloom of a hundred flowers, and successfully created a follow-up method, and the power of this fist method skyrocketed.

He realized the original charm of this martial art from the blossoming and falling of flowers, some flowers are born for death, and some flowers die for life.

Life and death are just a façade, and he observes the deeper things contained in the withering and withering of these petals, which is fate, or essence.

Just like this martial arts, the birth and death of flower petals are actually illusions, the essence is there, in line with the rules of heaven and earth, in line with the heart, and in line with the laws of natural development.

This martial arts, in fact, is not just borrowed from the charm of the flowers, but also the process of the flowers, life and death are like reincarnation, which are essential parts.

The night bloom of a hundred flowers represents not only one side, but also depicts not only the boxing method, it actually imitates nature, imitates the death and life of all things,

Yin and yang were contacted.

Qin Feng was extremely happy, the number of petals on his fist was stable at two hundred, these petals condensed into a ball, and followed his fist to strike, looking extremely weak, but actually had amazing power.

Qin Feng estimated that after the blessing of the Hundred Flowers Night Release, his strength might have reached 300,000, which was stronger than the Shadowless Fist of the West Mountain.

Qin Feng felt infinite confidence in his heart, and he and Jin Yuan punched each other.

Boom.

The dark golden vitality in Jin Yuan's body poured out from his arm, colliding with Qin Feng's pale green vitality, and they punched each other. The dark golden vitality rushed out, first destroying all the two hundred petals on Qin Feng's arm, and finally rushing into Qin Feng's fist.

Jin Yuan was taken aback, and he took three steps back.

Boom. Qin Feng forcibly took Jin Yuan's punch, and the person flew upside down in an instant, falling back to the foot of the heavenly cliff. The joints of his fists were red and swollen, and blood dripped from under the nails of his five fingers, splashing onto the pitch-black rocks on the surface of the cliff. The moment the scarlet blood touched the cliff, it didn't enter.

"Hmm......" Qin Feng groaned in pain, the breakthrough of the Hundred Flowers Night Bloom made his confidence swell, making him lose his mind, and Jin Yuan chose to fight hard, and he regretted it when he fought with Jin Yuan's fist.

The strength of Jin Yuan's punch far exceeded 500,000, and his punch was blessed by a hundred flowers and nights, and at the same time, combined with a large amount of vitality, his strength was only worth 300,000.

The ending is obvious, Qin Feng was beaten away.

Qin Feng's right wrist was fractured in the confrontation, and his left hand joint had been fractured earlier. As a result, Qin Feng's hands were injured.

Jin Yuan didn't say a word, and swooped down with his fist, wanting to take down Qin Feng. Qin Feng, whose hands were injured, no longer had any threat, like fish on a chopping board, at his disposal.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and communicated with the Xuanhuang villain in his body: "Little man, help me and do the last game!"

Qin Feng looked at Jin Yuan who swooped out, his expression was flat, he was half breathing, and his two injured fists had already been struck, and the same petals were suspended.

Jin Yuan sneered and continued to pounce, grabbing his palms from left to right towards Qin Feng's shoulders: "Boy, your martial arts are very fancy, but you don't have much lethality, it's just a show." ”

Qin Feng didn't pay attention to it, he struck out his fists and urged the Hundred Flowers Night Release to the extreme, his face turned pale for a moment, the vitality in his body was drained in the blink of an eye, and even the divine patterns in his soul sea were dimmed for a while.

This punch is not the same.

The petals on Qin Feng's arms were alive and dead, withering and withering, like the four seasons reincarnating on his fists. The number of petals has skyrocketed.

Two hundred petals.

Two hundred and fifty petals.

Three hundred petals.

(End of chapter)