The power of a palm, the waves soar into the sky!

This is the first form of the Red Flame Divine Palm - Burning Plains Flame!

"Silver Flower Fire Tree!"

Immediately afterwards, Duanmu Wind changed its mudras, and the sparks converged, turning into monstrous flames, and then gradually condensed into a fire tree, which was huge and majestic, as if it were a big mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The branches formed by the interweaving of flames are dense, covering the sky and the sun, the temperature is extremely high, and the lake surface is mist.

As the fire tree swayed, thousands of flame branches automatically fell off, and immediately burst out in all directions.

Snort!

The air is shattering and the mist is filling!

"Burning the sky!"

Duanmu Feng's handprint changed again, and the sparks suddenly appeared, converging into flames, and the flames intertwined, forming a silver flower and fire tree, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a sky of flames, filling the entire field of vision.

The blue sky and white clouds turned red, and the sound of the air bursting was heard one after another.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed, Duanmu Feng cultivated the Red Flame Divine Palm while cultivating True Qi, and occasionally spent some energy to get through the Twelve Canons.

On this day, the snow was falling, the sky and the earth were all white, Duanmu Feng cultivated the Chiyan Divine Palm to Dacheng Fire, and opened up the hand Taiyin Lung Meridian in the twelve canons.

Not only that, but his cultivation increased slightly, and his cultivation reached the late stage of the Eight Star Qi Martial Realm.

"The New Year is approaching, and it's time to go home. ”

Looking at the ancient tree covered by frost and snow in the yard, Duanmu Feng's thoughts fluttered, and he couldn't help but think of his hometown, in the yard where he had lived for more than ten years, there was also such an ancient tree, when it snowed in winter, the thick snow pressed on the bare branches, as if the ancient tree had borne fruit.

After making up his mind, Duanmu Feng cleaned up a little, and then returned the secret book, and then left the Qingyun Sect with the dragon's blood BMW.

Riding on the BMW, the wind is galloping all the way, the long hair of Duanmu Wind is flying, and the clothes are hunting.

......

Qingyun Sect, on top of an extremely majestic mountain, in the midst of a palatial house.

A man in a golden robe sat cross-legged on a futon, and next to it, stood a young man in a black robe, with a scar on his face, which looked extremely hideous, and exuded a very fierce aura all over his body.

"Young Master Xiao, that kid has already left the sect, you see, should I follow him and deal with him. ”

The scar man said to the man in the golden robe, his voice full of murderous aura.

"Oh?"

"Is that the stinky boy named Duanmufeng?"

"Zixuan once nagged me and asked me to teach him a lesson, but the existence of ants is not worthy of my action at all. ”

"That's it, you can follow, and then abolish it, spare his life, and let him see how happy Zixuan and I are. ”

Young Master Xiao in the scar man's mouth said this, his voice was very soft, as if he was saying something insignificant, but in his voice, there was great majesty.

"Don't worry, I understand. ”

Scar Man nodded, and bowed away.

......

The snow was all over the sky, the wind was howling, Duanmu Feng rode a dragon's blood horse, rushing like lightning, and the scenery on both sides retreated rapidly.

The hourglass of time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, several hours passed, and it was getting late, and Duanmu Feng stopped when he passed by a small forest, and then found some forage for the dragon's blood BMW, and caught a hare himself.

He gathered some firewood, lit it with true qi, and made a bonfire on the ground covered with thick snow, skinned the hares and removed their internal organs, and roasted them.

When it was young, the oil droplets rolled down and dripped on the fire, snorting, and an enticing aroma permeated the air.

Duanmu Feng sniffed lightly, and a smile couldn't help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

When the skin on the surface of the hare was golden, he tore off a rabbit's leg and ate it.

After eating the hare, Duanmu Feng sat down cross-legged, and then closed his eyes to practice.

After the tea, Duanmu Feng suddenly felt alarmed, and then opened his eyes suddenly, looking in the direction where he came.

Soon after, a blurred figure appeared in his vision, and then, one breath, two breaths, three breaths, as time passed, the figure gradually became clear.

"Masked man?"

Duanmu Feng was suspicious in his heart and became more vigilant.

"You're Duanmu Feng?"

"Haha, you kid, you don't have much ability, you run pretty fast, it seems that this horse is really a BMW. ”

Ten meters away from Duanmu Feng, the masked man stopped, and then a fierce voice slowly sounded in the air.

"That's right, if you don't change your name, you don't change your surname, I'm Duanmufeng. ”

"Who are you?"

Hearing what the other party said, Duanmu Feng was even more puzzled in his heart, judging from the current situation, the other party followed him here, and he acted like this, and at a glance, he knew that the person who came was not good.

And, although he was delayed here for some time, the other party was able to catch up with him with his feet, which shows that the other party's skills are profound, and he is definitely a strong man.

According to his estimate, the other party is probably a powerhouse in the Yuanwu Realm, otherwise, it will be difficult to bring a sense of threat to himself at all.

The point is that the other party should have seen his own words, but he is just unfamiliar, but why he hides a killing intention against himself, it is really incomprehensible!

"Haha, who am I? You don't deserve to know!"

"But next year today is the anniversary of your cripple!"

The masked man's tone was cold and murderous, as if a demon was speaking.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed. ”

"Let's make a move!"

Since the other party's purpose is to abolish himself, Duanmu Feng doesn't want to say more, just fight directly.

Even though the other party is strong, Duanmu Feng is not powerless to fight back, so he is not afraid at all.

"Look for death. ”

The masked man snorted coldly, pulled out the treasure knife he was carrying, and the true yuan in his body worked, and then injected into the treasure knife.

Buzz!

For a while, the treasure knife trembled, and in the air, the sound of air explosions continued to sound.

"Treasures. ”

Seeing this, Duanmu Feng said indifferently, he knew that most of the martial artists in the Yuanwu Realm used treasure weapons, so the other party's treasure sword belonged to treasure weapons, and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

After all, mortal weapons can no longer withstand the destructive power of the True Yuan, so the martial artists of the Yuan Martial Realm must use treasure weapons or higher-level weapons!

According to the classics, the treasures are divided into four sub-grades: low-grade, medium-grade, upper-grade, and top-grade.

The reason why the treasure weapon is different from the mortal weapon and the reason why the power has skyrocketed is because the treasure weapon has a formation pattern carved by the refiner.

Among the lower-grade treasures, middle-grade treasures, high-grade treasures and top-grade treasures, there are one to three patterns, four to six patterns, seven to nine patterns, and ten patterns respectively.

The more formations carved in the treasure, the more powerful the treasure is!

"I hope that the other party is using a low-grade treasure weapon, otherwise, this battle will be the most difficult battle in my life. ”

Duanmu Feng sighed secretly in his heart, but his face was still indifferent, he took out the stainless steel sword he was carrying, and in his eyes, the essence of light flashed, and the fighting spirit rushed into the sky!