Chapter 643

Ah!

The sound of miserable howling sounded, blood came out, a broken arm rushed up into the sky, and everyone's eyes gathered away. At the moment, Feng Xiang covered his right arm with his left hand. At his right arm, it was empty. Only the bloody wound kept pouring out blood.

His body flashed. Zhuo Wen fell slowly like a wandering butterfly. He held the bone gun obliquely in his hand. On the tip of the gun, a cold light flashed, and wisps of blood trickled slowly, splashing the ground.

"This arm is your compensation for my rude remarks. I'll spare your life this time. If you face me with your superior attitude next time, I won't spare you as lightly as today."

Zhuo Wen's indifferent voice sounded, and his eyes looked at the master Yanhuo with fear. The master Yanhuo should be far from as simple as expected. It's not worth working hard with such a person.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen stepped on the soles of his feet, his body was like electricity, and swept away from the crowd.

"Little bastard! Where do I see you going? Die for me."

Master Yanhuo is holding a fire at the moment. Li Hu and Li Long were killed in front of him, and Feng Xiang was broken next to him. His face is lost. If Zhuo Wen leaves here like this, what's his face?

Boom!

Master Yanhuo shouted angrily, and countless black flames surged around him. Unexpectedly, they condensed into countless black flame arrows, showing the formation of the curtain and plundering behind Zhuo Wen. The prestige is extremely spectacular. It seems that the world is shrouded in darkness, and there are only countless black flames left.

"Black fire explodes in the air? I didn't expect master Yanhuo to use such a terrible secret skill!"

Huangfu Zixia, who was originally indifferent, also showed a touch of horror on her pretty face. She knew very well that it was a terrible spiritual secret skill, which was the unique skill of the second elder of the arcane art guild, elder Liuli.

Black inflammation explodes into the air. In fact, it is to urge the spiritual force to send out black inflammation with a secret method, and then press these black inflammation into countless black inflammation arrows with a terrible pressure. With this high-pressure force, these black inflammation arrows will obtain an extremely terrible penetrating force.

Master Yanhuo once seriously injured the martial arts in the early days of the seven rounds of Huangji by this secret skill. It is because of this unique secret skill that master Yanhuo has such a loud reputation in the imperial capital. Coupled with the name of his father, elder Liuli, few dare not give master Yanhuo face.

As soon as Huangfu Zixia said this, the people around him immediately became a sensation. They naturally heard of the name of black inflammation. It is precisely because they heard of it that at the moment, the people looked at Zhuo Wen with some pity.

Zhuo Wen's strength is really strong. Unfortunately, master Yanhuo has even made the terrible secret skill of black fire exploding into the air, which can seriously injure seven rounds of Huangji martial arts. There is no doubt that Zhuo Wen does not have to die. Even if he does not die, he is basically not far from death.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen also felt the terrible power behind him. A strong sense of crisis hit his heart. Looking at the terrible black arrow like a rain curtain behind him, Zhuo Wen's pupils tightened into a needle.

"I didn't expect that master Yanhuo still had this skill."

The vast black burning arrow behind him almost blocks out the sky and the sun. It looks like a dark cloud. He knows that even if he opens three pairs of thunder wings, he is unlikely to escape from the coverage of the black burning arrow.

"It seems that you can only harden your scalp!"

Take a deep breath, Zhuo Wen turns his waist, his clothes flutter, holds a bone gun, and his eyes are burning.

"This gun has a soul. It's called gun meaning!"

The ethereal voice sounded in Zhuo Wen's mouth. At the moment, Zhuo Wen slowly danced the bone gun. The whole person seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth. The whole person was erratic. Once the bone gun was thrown, a mysterious artistic conception spread like ripples.

Blue water droplets slowly condensed out of the air and covered Zhuo Wen's whole body and hair tips. The cold blue made Zhuo Wen's long hair reveal a faint blue color, which is strange and unique.

Zhuo Wen urged him to the extreme. At the moment, he is like heaven and earth, and his every move can move the general trend of heaven and earth.

It was as motionless as a mountain and as motionless as thunder. When the blue water droplets condensed to the extreme, Zhuo Wen moved. His action was very simple and mysterious, but the bone gun shook. The cold gun tip shuttled through space and stagnated time.

Boom, boom!

Dun time, like a blue gun shadow like a rain curtain, with Zhuo Wen as the center, gushed out like a wave, stacked and dense, occupying almost half of the world. Unexpectedly, it has a faint trend to compete with the black burning arrow.

Bang!

The shadow of the horror gun collided with the arrow of black inflammation, and the world was quiet. Immediately, the earth shaking explosion came from the void, like an avalanche and tsunami.

For a moment, the blue gun shadow and the black burning arrow were deadlocked together. However, the deadlocked time was not very long. The two had a big explosion at the same time, and the blue gun shadow was finally annihilated. However, the black burning arrow also reached the point where the oil lamp ran out.

Pooh!

Zhuo Wen turned pale and vomited a mouthful of blood. The black fire of the master of fire was really good. Even if he urged the intention of entering the house to the extreme, he was still broken.

Whoosh!

The few remaining black fire arrows, crossing the space, directly came towards Zhuo Wen, and their momentum was unstoppable.

Zhuo Wen's face changed slightly. With a move of his right hand, the great limitless sword array suddenly turned cold and surrounded him. The black burning arrow came and collided with the sword array, which immediately caused a strong vibration.

"Hum! Give me three pairs of thunder wings."

Looking at the few black burning arrows on the sword array, Zhuo Wen snorted coldly, and immediately spread out three pairs of thunder wings. The thunder wings spread out, and the whole person turned into thunder Mans, avoiding the few remaining black burning arrows, and then disappeared into the eyes of the people.

"Master Yanhuo! I've written down today's revenge. I'll call on you another day."

Lei mang passed by. Zhuo Wen's thunder like voice broke through the clouds and rolled down, making master Yanhuo blush.

"Just now, is that... The power of artistic conception?"

Huangfu Zixia could no longer calm down at the moment. Her originally indifferent pretty face was full of strong shock. What she shocked was not the black fire explosion of master Yanhuo, because this was master Yanhuo's secret skill of becoming famous.

She was shocked that the young man with the green coffin blocked the black fire explosion of master Yanhuo, and the wonderful shot that finally blocked the black fire explosion could not be erased from her mind for a long time.

She will never feel wrong. That wonderful shot contains the power of terrible artistic conception, and it is also the power of artistic conception with a high level.

"What the young man used just now is definitely the intention of the gun. Only the intention of the gun can make the ordinary moves play such a terrible power. Even master Yanhuo's black fire explosion almost blocked it. This son is so terrible."

"That boy is less than 20 years old. He actually understands the power of artistic conception that martial artists dream of. This son has a talent for demons!"

At that time, everyone around woke up from the wonderful shot just now and showed admiration one after another. They knew that only the power of artistic conception could play such a terrible power.

Although this place is the imperial capital, where there are many talents and outstanding people, there are very few martial artists who can understand the power of artistic conception. It can be regarded as one in ten thousand. This son can understand the power of artistic conception at a young age. He can definitely be regarded as a demon.

Master Yanhuo's eyes narrowed and his heart jumped. He didn't expect that Zhuo Wen, who had never been in his eyes, was a genius who understood the power of artistic conception.

As a high-level member of the arcane guild, he knows how terrible a warrior who understands the power of artistic conception is. As long as he is given a certain time to grow, his future achievements must be unlimited.

"Feng Xiang! Didn't you say that Zhuo Wen was just a lowly boy from Muqin county? Why did the lowly boy in your mouth not only break your arm, but also understand the legendary meaning of the gun?"

Now Zhuo Wen has left here, and Li Long and Li Hu have fallen. Master Yanhuo holds a fire in his heart, which is vented on Feng Xiang.

At the moment, Feng Xiang covered his broken arm's right hand and saw the fierce voice of master Yanhuo. He just lowered his head without saying a word, but his eyes revealed a deep color of resentment.

He is a legitimate son of the Feng family. He was defeated by Zhuo Wen in public for the first time and broke his arm by Zhuo Wen in public for the second time. Now he is questioned by master Yanhuo in full view of the public, but he dare not speak. It can be said that he is extremely cowardly.

At the moment, Feng Xiang's hatred for Zhuo Wen has almost reached the level of huge waves. If he doesn't revenge this revenge, he will never give up.

"Hum! What a waste. Zhuo Wen is right."

When master Yanhuo saw Feng Xiang bow his head and say nothing, he snorted coldly, brushed his sleeve and left the Jianbao Pavilion.

The crowd around him stared at Feng Xiang jokingly, and the sound of discussion was like a continuous bombardment, which made Feng Xiang have no face to stay any longer and run away like a lost dog.

Looking at Feng Xiang's awkward posture, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter, while Jing Yun, who was in the crowd, quietly looked at the embarrassed Feng Xiang. The infatuation color in his eyes slowly faded and faded a lot.

Compared with Zhuo Wen, Feng Xiang she is infatuated with is a heaven and an earth.

Think of before, she aimed at Zhuo Wen everywhere for Feng Xiang. Jingyun suddenly felt a blushing shame. Maybe Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention to her at all.

"Jing Yun! Let's go back to the imperial city."

Huangfu Zixia looked up again and stared at the direction where Zhuo Wen disappeared. Her pretty face regained its cool color and said to Jingyun around her.

Jingyun nodded and obediently followed Huangfu Zixia to leave here.

Lei mang flashed, and Zhuo Wen stopped in a quiet alley. He was short of breath and bleeding at the corners of his mouth. The master of fire was really not simple, especially the last black fire burst into the air. The power was really terrible. Even if Zhuo Wen used his gun intention and the great limitless sword array, he was only reluctantly blocked.

In the quiet alley, after resting for about two hours, Zhuo Wenwen recovered from his injury, and his pale face had become ruddy.

Walking out of the alley, Zhuo Wen found that the street was very familiar. It was obviously a street far from Zuichun Pavilion. When Zhuo Wen wanted to ask passers-by for directions, there was a noise in front of the street