After a huge roar, the body of the three-headed black snake, which was dozens of feet long, was smashed hard on a huge rock, which was whipped and exploded. Just as Xuan Niu wanted to continue swinging and smashing, a snake head bit him at lightning speed. Xuan Niu immediately gave up the giant tail in his hand, and a huge blood-colored giant hand grabbed the head of the giant snake that was biting, pressed it down hard, and directly embedded it into the ground. Then Xuan Niu swung a huge fist with his other hand and began to hit the snake head violently. However, at this time, another snake head also attacked quickly, making Xuan Niu unable to continue at all, and he had to quickly avoid it. At this time, Xuan Niu felt the power of this three-headed black snake. Whether it was strength, defense, or magical powers, this three-headed black snake was extremely strong. He then understood what kind of pressure Feng Xuan faced before fighting with it. Xuan Niu didn't understand how Qinghua had managed to cut off the head of the beast in its prime. You know, facing this three-headed black snake, ordinary warriors are almost useless, even if it is said that Qinghua took that thing. It seems that he has never seriously understood Qinghua's strength, but even so, Feng Qinghua still fell indirectly at the hands of the three-headed black snake, which made Xuan Niu more cautious. At this time, the body of the three-headed black snake gradually coiled into a circle, and the two huge snake heads stared at the blood giant in front of them, and the two snake tongues spit out from time to time to identify something. At this time, the three-headed black snake was very annoyed. The head of the head that was in charge of the poison was accidentally cut off, and now it can't spit out the poison miasma. If not, it feels that it can't be so passive now. Each of its heads has at least one magical skill, and the one that was cut off was the poisonous head, and along with it, its magical skill "poison miasma" was also lost, which was the magical skill it was best at using and also the most dangerous one.
Poison miasma can spit out a huge miasma, which is not only extremely toxic, but also slowly paralyzes the opponent's perception. It is an extremely vicious magical skill. When fighting with it, as long as you are in the poisonous miasma, the longer you drag it out, the more invincible the three-headed black snake will be. However, now it has only poisonous blood and fangs, but it can no longer use that innate magical skill. The sky gradually began to darken, dark clouds gradually gathered, and the surrounding woods began to rustle. Xuan Niu looked at the increasingly dark sky, and his heart gradually became more and more solemn. This three-headed black snake is obviously a wild beast with both water and soil attributes. If it rains heavily, it will not be good news for them. It is a pipe dream to kill this beast again. It is still uncertain whether they can leave safely. At this time, the three-headed black snake also noticed the change in the sky. The two snake heads looked at Xuan Niu with some joking, as if silently mocking him. "Hehe, beast, do you think you will win?" Seeing this, Xuan Niu laughed in anger, his teeth were clenched, his hands were clenched, and he silently estimated how long he could activate the boiling blood state and blood body at the same time. Xuan Niu roared, and waves of ripples swept across the grass on the ground, like a strong wind. The two fought again in an instant, constantly changing their positions. The boulders blocking the road on the ground were like mud and sand, and were crushed to pieces by the battle between the two. Bang-bang Every time the two collided, a huge sound of metal clashing erupted, shaking the vast marshland. While the two sides were fighting fiercely, Xuan Ling finally found the right opportunity and looked for the place where Feng Xuan flew backwards. After such a long time, there was no trace of Feng Xuan. Xuan Ling now had a very bad premonition in his heart. Could it be that... Just when Xuan Ling landed on the ground and walked towards the huge gully plowed by Feng Xuan's body, at the end of the gully, he found Feng Xuan with messy black hair, lowered head, holding a broken knife covered with mud in his hand and staring blankly. Xuan Ling was about to say something, but he was speechless the moment he saw the broken knife, and stared at the broken knife in a daze. "Yu...Yufeng...Yufeng Knife!" Xuan Ling looked at the broken knife in Feng Xuan's hand in astonishment, his eyes full of disbelief and sadness. It turned out that this broken sword was not Feng Xuan's black crystal sword. Feng Xuan's black crystal sword had been shattered into pieces in the previous battle, and it was no longer a broken sword. And the broken sword in Feng Xuan's hand, which was covered with mud and looked worn out, was also very familiar to Xuan Ling. After all, it was the sword of his best friend. ——Yufeng Sword!
Feng Xuan stared at the long sword in his hand in a daze, and his memory seemed to have returned to many years ago in an instant. "Father, why is your sword so sharp and so light?" The young Feng Xuan asked his father curiously while wielding a long sword that was much larger than his body. You know, he is not very strong, and he can't lift a slightly heavier sword at all, but his father's sword can be easily picked up and put down by himself, and even waved a few times in a proper manner. Feng Qinghua, lying on the rocking chair, watched his boy playing with his favorite sword, with a deep smile and pride in his eyes. "Of course, this was forged from a legendary stone called the Wind Hole Stone that I accidentally found when I was young. For this Wind Hole Stone, I almost fell into the White Bone Wind Hole, but fortunately, I finally got the stone. You should know that this is not an ordinary material. It is as rare as many rare spiritual materials. The wind-hole stone that is the size of a human head weighs less than a fist-sized stone, but its hardness is incomparable. However, this wind-hole stone is not something that ordinary witches can forge. Your father finally helped the great witch priest of the Li Shang tribe to complete several difficult things before the old man agreed to help me forge a sword." Speaking of this, Feng Qinghua snorted unhappily and said, "The old man of the Li Shang tribe is really not happy. I helped him complete so many troublesome things, but he refused to share a few spiritual materials to help me forge a sword. It was only after I paid half of this wind-hole stone that he finally agreed to help me forge this wind-controlling sword." Feng Xuan held up the sword in a daze and said, "But father, isn't our family's martial arts also called wind-controlling swordsmanship? Why did you name this sword?" "Hehe, what do you know? Only this sword can match this martial arts. The power of the two combined will definitely be even higher! " Feng Qinghua coughed awkwardly. After all, you can't say that he is bad at naming. He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a satisfactory name for the sword. In the end, he used the name of the martial arts inherited by his family as the name of the sword. To know how difficult it is for him to name a sword, you can see it from Feng Xuan's name. "When you grow up, your father can't chop those wild beasts anymore, so this Yufeng Sword will be passed on to you. After all, there are no good things in our family. This Yufeng Sword is just right as a family heirloom." "Okay, okay, this will be my sword in the future!" In the courtyard at dusk, the young Feng Xuan waved a long sword, and the shadow of his small figure holding the long sword stretched very long. Feng Qinghua, lying under the shade of the tree, looked at Feng Xuan's back with a doting look in his eyes.
