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Chapter 266 Full Volume of Chuanwu Secret Record
The huge goshawk spread its wings and fell to the ground like a cloud shadow hanging from the sky.

The huge eagle claws are like sharp swords that pierce the space, bringing people an almost terrifying sense of tearing.

The pupils of the giant eagle that descended from the sky did not contain the wisdom of intelligent creatures, but were cold and determined like a machine.

"What is this?"

Han Feng couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw the giant eagle pounced down from the sky.

Chu Qingni, who had already hid behind Han Feng, poked out half of her head and responded: "Hey, you know so little about the world, how did you become the sword holder of the Xuanjian Division? In addition to the "Tianxia Buwu Chapter", which leads the world's martial arts, the most famous is this "The Secret Art of Painting the Soul"... Depicting thousands of kinds of creatures with thousands of years of brush and ink, behemoths that can reach the sky or aliens with ever-changing powers So, since this secret realm is a relic of the Heavenly Sect, it is naturally guarded by soul-painting creatures, this giant eagle is still a small dish, there may be even more terrifying monsters behind~"

While listening to Chu Qingni's introduction, Han Feng circulated his true energy, raised his palm, and struck out the surging power of "Zhou Liu Liu Xu Gong".

"I'm not a swordsman who specializes in anecdotes. I can be promoted entirely because of my talent... Okay, since the alien monsters are depicted in pen and ink, I will use fire to roast you until you evaporate!"

As Han Feng hit the sky with his palm, a sea of ​​orange-red flames rose up like this, boiling violently, hot and domineering...

Between the transformation of harmony and disharmony, Zhou Liuhuojin is infinitely magnified, and a ray of true energy like a flame is instantly transformed into an ocean of angry flames.

With the improvement of internal strength to Han Feng's current level, "Zhouliu Liuxu Gong" really began to exert a different power like a five-element spell.

However, this giant eagle, which is only a mixture of pen and ink and true energy, seems to be completely unafraid of the domineering flames summoned by Han Feng. Ni.

Fortunately, Han Feng was vigilant enough. The moment he saw the giant eagle jumping into the sea of ​​flames, he could see that this guy was not afraid of the fire. The "Flying on the Grass" light skill instantly divided into seven or eight afterimages, and pulled Chu Qingni's wrist Just dodge aside.

"Isn't this guy drawn with ink? Why isn't he afraid of baking at all?"

Han Feng yelled and asked while leading Chu Qingni to dodge.

The giant eagle's talons flew into the air and hit the ground next to it, and the solid rock formation was scratched into several rows of cracks like knives and axes.

Sand and gravel splash.

Chu Qingni covered her nose with her other hand so as not to inhale the dust in the air, and replied in a low voice:

"You guys will always only listen to half of what you say. The brush and ink used in the painting of souls and beasts taught by the gods and heavens is a fusion of special materials from the universe. You are not afraid of water, fire, wind and thunder at all. You don't listen to what I have to say before you start. Now You still want to blame me? You have no conscience."

"Okay, my aunt, I didn't want to shirk my responsibility, don't make me feel guilty."

After running out of the area where the dust splashed, Han Feng stopped and let go of his right palm holding Chu Qingni's wrist.

Turning around and looking back at the original place, the giant eagle that hit the air shook its wings and soared again, and the wings flapped the air, the scene was like a storm.

Facing the fierce wind and sand and gravel, Han Feng raised his palms again, and his skills surged.

"Besides, it's not a big deal... Isn't it just that you are not afraid of water, fire, wind and thunder... As long as you are strong enough, you can hit it with a palm and nothing will be gone!"

Han Feng is determined to defeat the enemy with strength, and now he has only one martial art that is the most powerful, the most powerful, the most powerful - "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon"!
As Han Feng's internal energy circulated, Chu Qingni only felt that a sleeping golden dragon was awakening on Han Feng's body.

"hold head high!!"

There was an unexplained dragon roar in the void, and the golden blue dragon condensed by the internal force of Liuwei was shot out from Han Feng's hand.

"Six Dragons in Time" from "The Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon"!
The giant eagle that had just flapped its wings into the sky was hit by six dragon heads before it could turn around.

And the broken body of the giant eagle turned into a light firefly color under the breeze, blending into the sky of this world.

"Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" is also worthy of being the strongest martial art. No matter what obstacles are in front of you, you only need to pass it with one palm, and the world will fall apart.

The giant eagle dissipated, and the sky suddenly cleared up.

Chu Qingni patted Han Feng's shoulder lightly, jumped to Han Feng's side, and moved closer:

"Oh, Emperor Han really deserves to be a high-ranking member of the Heavenly Court. It's just that his martial arts has advanced to this level in a short period of time... If Bai Zhijian knows about it, he must be very pleased~"

Han Feng was a little embarrassed by Chu Qingni's unreasonable mention of Bai Feihuang, coughed twice and said, "Why are you suddenly mentioning Bai Zhijian? It's weird..."

"Heh, you have made such a difference. He is the one who single-handedly promoted you. Why can't you mention it? It's because of what you think about others, so you are shy when you mention others. ?”

Chu Qingni raised her eyebrows and looked at Han Feng ambiguously.

Han Feng really felt that there was no need to argue with this dead girl, so he stretched out his left hand to hold the back of her neck, and dragged her to the Baiyu Bridge in the middle of the lake.

"Hey, let go, you apprentice, let go!"

Chu Qingni felt a very strange feeling when Han Feng pinched her neck, she yelled loudly while walking backwards.

Han Feng has completely disregarded her tricks.

"I'm telling you, if you keep making noise, I'll throw you into the lake."

"Okay, okay, brother Han, I admit defeat, you can let go~"

Chu Qingni is also a girl who can bend and stretch, and immediately began to admit defeat.

Hearing that she had already said this, Han Feng couldn't do anything more, so he let go of his hand and looked at her helplessly.

Chu Qingni stretched out her hands to brush her hair, smiled at Han Feng, and deliberately said in a somewhat cute tone: "What do you think I am doing? Let's go, go see the baby~"

"Okay~ listen to you."

Han Feng responded, and the two of them walked into the depths of the ruins of the God of Heaven as if nothing had happened.

Walking down the small bridge over the lake, you can see a sapphire square. On the ground paved with blue strange jade, there are clear and rare golden lines written on it. On both sides of the square, there are two rows of white jade statues with six or seven statues high. There are white horses, there are heroic generals... there are immortals, and there are strange beasts.

The two rows of strange beasts stretched all the way to the white wall and black tiles of the mountain gate city wall in the distance. There were gorgeous and elegant strange spirit beasts depicted on the wall. The wall was not high, and it spread into the invisible ink clouds at both ends.

The golden dragon carp jumped out of the wall, splashed water, and fell back into the wall...

Looking into the distance, Han Feng already had an imagination of this divine relic.

Suddenly, Chu Qingni beside her pointed to the sky and shouted softly:

"Look, what is that in the sky?"

Han Feng raised his head in the direction of Chu Qingni's finger.

Several broken prayer flags flew through the clouds like paper kites pulled by silk, with this faintly visible text written on the flags.

Han Feng glanced over, only to feel that the impression was very familiar.

After roughly recalling one side in my mind, I suddenly matched these familiar words one by one.

Isn't this the method of ruling the world's martial arts recorded in his "Chuanwu Secret Record"?

Then...the words on these prayer flags couldn't be more obvious. This is the martial art taught by the gods and the gods, which is pursued by the world——"Tianxia Buwu Pian"!
(End of this chapter)