Chapter Seventy-Five: Dead Leaf Butterfly

Zifeng cautiously stepped on the thick fallen leaves of the Shuangdry Valley, looking at the white bones in front of him, and his heart was cautious. The fallen leaves are very thick, and they are formed over many years, and they are soft and soft when stepped on, and they constantly make a 'creaking' sound, like the sound of feet on top of the wilderness after snow. Although it feels good, Zifeng is not in the mood to enjoy it.

When the fallen leaves slipped from the halfway up the mountainside, Zifeng had already noticed that in Zifeng's senses, there was no wind at this time, why did the fallen leaves fly, not to mention that Zifeng had just stepped in, the fallen leaves were in front, and why the dead leaves on the mountainside were falling here, which is indeed worth pondering.

Seeing this, Zifeng is still moving forward unhurriedly, after all, the first time he comes into contact with the dead leaf butterfly, if you don't consider it closely, it is difficult to make a judgment, a few breaths, there are about a dozen fallen leaves, fluttering, and the dead leaf butterfly in the distance is still resting on the tree, not involved, this is better, you can give Zifeng a chance.

The spiritual power shrouded several dead leaf butterflies in front of them while revealing their hideous side, only to see that the calm fallen leaves opened in an instant, and the peaceful scene was messy for a while, and the dead leaf butterflies waved their yellow but bright wings with bright edges, and quickly fanned and danced, surrounding the sub-wind group.

Zifeng was not idle, the ink knife moved left and right, and his footsteps moved rapidly, dodging the attack of the dead leaf butterfly. It's just that the flight trajectory of the dead leaf butterfly is nowhere to be found, front and back, left and right, are all their flying figures, although Zifeng has found their traces in the spiritual perception, but he is powerless to dodge, and it didn't take long for many places on his body to be cut by his wings......

In this way, after holding on for a while, Zifeng turned around and retreated violently outside the valley, with the ink knife behind him to protect the vital points of his body...... As soon as he came out of the valley, the withered leaf butterfly began to be docile again, as if everything just now was just an illusion, still and moving, changing so quickly, Zifeng's eyes began to become heavy.

In fact, the dead leaf butterfly is not without disadvantages, fire is the nemesis of the dead leaf butterfly, just like the bottom of the valley in front of you, if it is Zifeng with the fire charm, ignite here, then the dead leaf butterfly escapes is good, if the wings are accidentally ignited, then the dead leaf butterfly is slaughtered by others, can not move. Even if he escapes, but in such a chaotic situation, Zifeng is very advantageous.

Having said that, Zifeng probably wouldn't do this, not to mention what kind of situation it would cause after a fire, it was autumn at this time, and this fire could bring great disasters to the entire Boundless Forest. Moreover, Zifeng didn't want to miss such an opportunity, if he could swim freely among the dead leaf butterflies, then Zifeng's body would be greatly improved.

After this temptation, although he has not seen the poisonous powder of the withered leaf butterfly, it is enough, after a night of travel, Zifeng also has some tiredness, and he can't reach it quickly, Zifeng understands in his heart, simply fill his stomach, adjust his state, just meditate quietly on the tree, and try again when he is in the best state.

Soon half of the time slipped quietly, and the noon sun was so bright, which also made Zifeng's mood feel comfortable. A handsome figure fell from the sky, jumped off the tree, carried the ink knife on his back, and Zifeng walked towards the Shuangdry Valley step by step.

Like last time, Zifeng just stepped into the double dry valley for dozens of zhang, and the yellow leaves on the mountainside fell down, Zifeng smiled, pulled out the ink knife, did not retreat but advanced, and directly threw out a blasting talisman to break up the group of dead leaves and butterflies, and suddenly the originally lifeless leaves went crazy in an air explosion, and the wind pressure from the sky was about to fall......

Zifeng ink knife slashed, but the dead leaf butterfly followed the wind like a shadow, the ink knife touched the dead leaf butterfly before, like the weakest wind, following the knife momentum, the dead leaf butterfly deftly dodged away, flying to the place outside the attack range of the ink knife, this scene in the eyes of Zifeng, constantly magnified, what a subtle body style.

But there was no time to amaze Zifeng, behind him, the dead leaf butterflies on the left and right sides had already flapped their wings and slashed over, Zifeng's ink knife was sideways, and the trick of "Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves" had been cast, and the ink knife rolled up the thick fallen leaves on the ground, round after round, the fallen leaves flew, and a swimming barrier was piled up around Zifeng......

As for the dead leaf butterflies, most of them are still flying around Zifeng, looking for a gap and an opportunity to attack. There are five or six dead leaf butterflies, which have flown into the air, on the top of Zifeng's head, quietly suspended, their wings fluttering regularly, and not long after, an intoxicating aroma spread on the field, and the dead leaf butterflies used the poisonous powder on their wings......

All of this was also expected by Zifeng, a wood spirit talisman flashed with blue light, and Zifeng was covered with a layer of faint blue light, so when the poisonous powder that the withered leaf butterfly thought was proud of fell on Zifeng's body, it quietly slipped down, and Zifeng had no effect at all.

At the same time, Zifeng opened his eyes wide, looked at the movements of the withered leaf butterflies around him, trying to find from them, that kind of mysterious trajectory, like a talisman, just to find that stroke, then everything is natural, what Zifeng lacks most now is the body method. Against people, if it is the same strength type, the two are opposed, Zifeng still has a fight, but the subtlety of the body is no way.

Zifeng has seen his father, Wu Feihong's 'Nine Flashes' steps, it is really impossible to find the law, the second uncle Wu Feiming has not touched his father's corners for a long time, so Zifeng also hopes that he can also master such a set of body methods, in that case, in close combat, there will be a great advantage.

The good times don't last long, Zifeng's movement here has attracted the dead leaf butterflies on both sides of the mountain wall, only to see the dead leaf butterflies all over the mountain, like an avalanche, overwhelmingly flew down, this time, Zifeng was dumbfounded, where did he still have the heart to parry, hurriedly threw out more than a dozen empty talismans, in a noisy roar, embarrassed towards the double dry valley outside, and the dead leaf butterfly group has been chasing for more than ten miles, before returning to the valley, if not Zifeng always drilled to the lush vegetation along the way, I don't know what the situation is.

'Exhaled' a breath, Zifeng turned around and saw that the withered leaf butterfly was no longer visible, so he walked to a stream in front of him with peace of mind, washed his face, sat on a stone, and recalled the scene just now, although it looked dangerous, but the mysterious flight trajectory of the withered leaf butterfly still climbed Zifeng's heart again......

Following the wind, without borrowing strength, he naturally dodged it, the speed was not very fast, and the speed of the ink knife chopping was obviously much faster than the speed of the withered leaf butterfly flying...... This, this, what is the situation, Zifeng recalled the appearance of the withered leaf butterfly flying over and over again, grabbed the fallen leaves on the ground in his hand and kept throwing them away, watching the leaves fall in the air......

Zifeng fell into deep thought, for a long time, but to no avail, came back to his senses, and was about to get up and go back, but saw in the grass opposite, a red leopard with a red body, with a hint of playfulness in his vicious eyes, slowly walked towards Zifeng, the thick leopard tail kept rubbing on the ground......