Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Snow and the Autumn Wind

The sound of clanging was endless, and the two people in the field were still fighting, but there were many more hidden weapons around, Liu Feng was a little puzzled, how did Gao Hua and the two of them hide so many hidden weapons. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ding――

Gao Hua and Gao Ming separated and stood at each other.

"It's impossible for us to tell the winner."

"What do you want?"

"Let me see that your self-created methods are not improving."

"Hmph."

Gao Hua looked at the other party's handsome face, although he was disgusted, but he still agreed.

"A self-created approach?"

Liu Feng looked at Zhao Laosi with some doubts.

"Gao Hua has a good talent, and he has created two techniques, although I have only seen the first one, but that technique is really amazing enough."

Hearing Zhao Laosi say this, Liu Feng also had some expectations.

The hidden weapons that were originally knocked out of the field began to shake slightly, as if they had been summoned by something.

"Flooding the sky."

Gao Hua used his own self-created technique, and as soon as he used this technique, all the hidden weapons around him moved under the traction of true qi, and flew into the air, scattered.

"A thousand stars."

Gao Ming also used a technique, this technique was given to them by their master, and at this time, the hidden weapons around Gao Ming also flew into the air, condensed together, and the sound of clanging collision came out.

"Go."

The two of them shouted at the same time, and almost at the same time the hidden weapon on their heads flew out.

The clever hidden weapon is like a meteor falling, a handle obliquely flies straight down, and there seems to be a little fire on it, which makes people seem to see a magnificent meteor shower, which is beautiful, but whoever only cares about this beauty and ignores the murderous machine hidden behind this beauty will definitely die!

Gao Hua's hidden weapon fluttered down, the white edge on the hidden weapon was like a snowflake, slow, not slow, like a gust of wind hit, all the "snowflakes" flew out diagonally and went straight to Gao Ming, and the two piles of hidden weapons collided together in an instant.

Boom -

This time it wasn't a clanging sound, but it was like the sound of two huge pieces of iron colliding together, and countless hidden weapons rolled back and headed straight for the two of them, and they couldn't dodge in such a dense rain of hidden weapons, so both of them were injured, but neither of them had fallen yet.

When the rain ended, both of them had more wounds, but neither of them cared, but stared at each other directly.

"I saw your self-created method just now, and now let you see my self-created method."

Gao Ming looked at Gao Hua in a hoarse voice and said, Gao Hua didn't say anything but began to use his tricks again.

"This is my own method - Autumn Wind!"

Instantly Gao Ming's body flew out of countless silver needles, these silver needles were attached to Gao Ming's body like pine leaves, at this time he looked like a pine tree, but in an instant there were some changes, although the pine leaves will not yellow and wither in autumn, but at this time these "pine leaves" are like autumn with the wind, one by one silver needles with a little yellow mangs straight to Gao Hua.

As for Gao Hua, his voice was a little hoarse.

"The second form - snow death!"

The hidden weapon that was shot down just now flew up again, and it fell as it had just now, but the only difference was the wind, after the wind blew, all the "snowflakes" seemed to be instantly dyed red with blood, and went straight to Gao Ming with a little bit of evil spirit, at this time these "snowflakes" were no longer slow, but flew forward rapidly, as if they could cut the steel.

Liu Feng looked at the changes in the color of these hidden weapons, and he understood that whether it was the current or the previous one, it was just an illusion, and this illusion made him feel that the color of the hidden weapons had changed.

The hidden weapons collided together, but the strange thing was that there was no sound immediately, as if the place suddenly stepped into a silent state, and the two people in the field were spurting blood and retreating, as if they were seriously injured.

Peng――

A deep voice suddenly erupted, not gone, but brewing, and at this point it burst out, almost deaf.

Zhao Laosi and Qian Idiot immediately stepped forward to catch the two and brought them back.

"It's really exciting, these two people are people who have understood the prototype of artistic conception, and they are both Tianjiao."

Sun Lao sighed on the side, as if there were reminiscences, as if there were sighs, it was very complicated.

"Artistic conception prototype?!"

Liu Feng was a little surprised, the artistic conception was almost innate and exclusive, and now Sun Lao said that these two people actually understood the artistic conception, how not to surprise him.

"Hehe, it can't be said to be the artistic conception," Sun Lao seemed to see Liu Feng's thoughts, "They just perceive the shape of the artistic conception, and it's just the skin, so it's just the shape, only the god who understands the artistic conception can be regarded as the real artistic conception, ordinary people can also understand the artistic conception, but what they perceive is only the shape, but even if it's just the shape, it can break through the innate nature, but it's just relatively weak." ”

Sun Lao explained on the side, so far Liu Feng can be regarded as understanding some things about the artistic conception, although it is not specific, it is better than not knowing anything; Although he was curious about how Sun Lao knew these things, which was obviously not something that could be known by Lixu, he didn't ask, everyone had their own secrets.

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After the two sides gave a brief treatment to the wounded just now, they came to the arena again.

"The third game is still a draw!"

"Naturally, you're going to be the first to come out this time."

"Of course."

Zhao Laosi turned around and looked at the remaining Liu Feng and Sun Lao, as if he was thinking about something.

"I'll come this time, the disciples of the Yinshan Sect should be fighting against Little Brother Liu in the last battle."

"Okay."

Liu Feng was a little strange at this time, it stands to reason that he, a relatively weak-looking person, appeared to fight against the opponent's Xue Si, and in the first game, Li went out to fight, and Zhao Laosi had no choice but to follow him; The second and third scenes are all some personal grievances, these Zhao Laosi know, naturally it is impossible to refuse;

The fourth game should be his own battle, but now he has sent his own strongest person, on the surface, this is almost a practice of abandoning victory, which makes Liu Feng feel a little wrong, this is not right from knowing that he is a disciple of Yinshan Sect from that week, it seems that there is something between the matchmaker, Sun Lao and Yinshan Sect, and at the same time, Zhao Laosi should know about this matter, as for Li Chu and Gao Hua may or may not know, how Liu Feng does not know.

Anyway, this fourth game has been decided, and Liu Feng won't say more, and the current Liu Feng is very different from half a month ago, even the last game should be able to deal with it, and now it shouldn't be a problem for me to fight against the original Zhao Laosi, Liu Feng thought silently in his heart.

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