Xinghuan wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but Tang Butian was eager to prove his innocence and had already taken a step ahead of him.

In an instant, as Tang Butian's palm was raised, a black egg swept through the air like lightning and disappeared into the courtyard outside the room.

There is no pattern to the path of lightning, so the path of that egg is also irregular.

Soon, from the burst out to the complete explosion, everything was just a breath.

However, from beginning to end, Xinghuan saw it very clearly.

The moment the butterfly chrysalis left Tang Butian's palm, the original black veins suddenly became clear, stretched out, and turned into two butterfly wings.

On the butterfly wings, the dense pores slowly opened a little.

And in that thin hole, countless thin threads like cow hair poked out of their heads.

The thin thread is soft and flutters in the wind.

It is precisely because of these dense thin lines and black butterfly wings that the trajectory of the chrysalis is as irregular and unpredictable as lightning.

Immediately afterwards, the chrysalis came out of the room and disappeared into the other hospital.

Then, the thin thread instantly changes from soft to hard.

As it hardens, the thin black thread turns into a silver needle.

Under the moonlight, the tip of the needle exudes the meaning of cold.

There is no doubt that silver needles are poisonous and highly poisonous.

Butterfly chrysalis is taken from the meaning of breaking the cocoon into a butterfly.

Silently, as countless fine needles shoot out, the chrysalis also completes the cocoon and turns into a beautiful and dangerous butterfly.

That moment of outburst was beautiful, really beautiful.

It's as beautiful as breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly.

It's just that breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly originally represented the rebirth of life, but here, it represents the final bloom of death.

The dust has settled.

The night is still quiet, and the moonlight is still cold.

The chrysalis disappeared after blooming, vanished out of thin air, turned into dust, and left nothing.

Even the highly poisonous silver needle was no exception, not a single one was left, and it also turned to ashes and dissipated with the wind.

The pupa does not cover a large area, only ten steps, but within ten steps, all living things have withered.

With a slight smile, Tang Butian broke the peace and said, "What does Brother Xing think of this thing?" ”

Xinghuan came back to his senses and said lightly: "It's beautiful." ”

In fact, this thing is like a toy to him, it looks beautiful, and it is impossible to hurt him.

Even the clothes he was wearing couldn't hurt.

Because the Heavenly Demon Force Field around him was just as invincible.

Although completely separated from Wanwan, the Heavenly Mana Force Field remained.

However, there is only one him in this world, who is useless to him, but not to others.

If Tang Butian is willing, he can rely on the chrysalis to walk alone.

Xinghuan suddenly thought, compared to the legendary rainstorm pear blossom needle and peacock feather, what is the power of the butterfly chrysalis...

Looking at the calm and indifferent Xinghuan in front of him, Tang Butian's heart was full of loss.

He can't see through it, he can't see through it at all.

He knew very well that his chrysalis was not worse than the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, and even, in some respects, it was stronger than the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle and the Peacock Feather.

However, Xinghuan still didn't care.

Do you really not care, or pretend not to care...

Tang Butian's heart suddenly swelled with inexplicable impulses.

He wanted to know the answer and wanted to give it a try.

So far, no one has ever survived the blooming of a chrysalis.

No matter how strong the enemy is, it is useless, because he has not just one chrysalis, but many.

One can't be killed, so what about two, what about three?

In the face of his countless chrysalis, no one has ever been able to hold on to three breaths so far...

It is undeniable that in some ways, Tang Butian is both a genius and a madman, a pervert.

The moon is high and the cold wind is cold.

Xinghuan sat upright and poured wine, drinking, studying the chrysalis in his hand with great interest, and ignored Tang Butian on the side.

Seeing this, Tang Butian suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that Brother Xing doesn't approve of my chrysalis." ”

Xinghuan didn't raise his head, and said in a very casual tone: "No, it's good." ”

There is no doubt that such an attitude has aroused Tang Butian's competitive spirit.

He was not convinced, nor did he believe that Xinghuan's flying knife could defeat his chrysalis.

The chrysalis are his heart's work, just like his children.

He does not allow anyone to despise his children.

No matter who that person is!

Getting up, Tang Butian stepped into the courtyard, let the cold wind like a cold knife cross his body, and said loudly to Xing Huan: "Xing Huan, dare to fight." ”

Xinghuan was stunned, his face was confused, and he didn't know why.

What just happened?

Why challenge if you don't agree...

Helpless, Xinghuan could only persuade with kind words and said, "Don't think about it like that." ”

Tang Butian stood proudly and said seriously: "I really want to see if your flying knife is strong, or my butterfly chrysalis is strong." ”

Xinghuan didn't want to fight, so he said decisively: "Your chrysalis is strong." ”

Tang Butian was stunned, and instantly came back to his senses and continued to insist: "Which is stronger and which is weaker, I will only know after the fight." ”

Xinghuan was speechless.

Tang Butian's eyes showed disappointment, and he snorted coldly: "I didn't expect the legendary Xinghuan to be such a timid person who is afraid of death. ”

Dared!

It's a pity that Xinghuan is still indifferent and doesn't bother to pay attention.

He really didn't want to fight.

Although he could solve this duel with a single move, he really couldn't be interested in fighting in the face of a mole ant's provocation.

The two have no grievances, and he also admires Tang Butian's talent.

It would be a pity if such a strange person died in his hands like this...

Although he was in a coma before, he was very conscious, knowing that Tang Butian had not done anything to his daughter.

In fact, judging from the voices he heard, it was a woman who had put all sorts of strange shackles on him and stripped of his clothes.

From being restrained to waking up, Tang Butian didn't appear for some reason.

However, Tang Butian didn't understand his kindness.

For Tang Butian, the winner must be determined today.

In silence, a chrysalis suddenly appeared in Tang Butian's hand, slowly raised, and lay across his chest.

Sometimes, the challenge does not require the consent of the challenged.

Xinghuan suddenly sighed and said softly, "Why bother." ”

Tang Butian said coldly: "You are a legend, your flying knife is also a legend, if I win you, my chrysalis will definitely be known by everyone." ”

He wants to prove to the world that his chrysalis are no worse than the pear blossom needles and peacock feathers in the rainstorm.

Everyone has pursuits, many pursuits, and one of his pursuits is to create a secret weapon that is famous all over the world......

got up, Xinghuan drank the glass of wine in his hand, and said, "You will die." ”

Tang Butian smiled confidently and said, "I believe that you will also die." ”

Playing with the wine glass, Xinghuan smiled helplessly and said, "I don't have a flying knife on me." ”

As if he had been prepared, Tang Butian reached out and threw Xinghuan a flying knife with a flickering cold light.

There are a lot of hidden weapons in the cloak behind him, all kinds of hidden weapons.

Therefore, there has never been a lack of hidden weapons around him.

Putting down the wine glass, Xinghuan looked at the flying knife in his hand with some emotion.

He hadn't used a throwing knife in a long time.

The wind passes without a trace, and it is cold to the heart.

Xinghuan looked up at Tang Butian and said with a smile: "Let's make a move." ”

You're welcome, Tang Butian took a deep breath, held his breath, and suddenly raised his hand.

The chrysalis were as fast as lightning, and the two black butterfly wings stretched out, streaked across the night sky, and in an instant, they came to the place close in front of Xinghuan.

At this moment, Tang Butian's eyes were full of expectation. [.]