Chapter 2814： Decisive Battle Xu Chunqiu (3)

Xu Chunqiu slowly opened the oil paper umbrella in his hand.

A burst of pink smoke enveloped him in an instant, even reaching the point where he could not be seen clearly.

Chen Fan had also tried, this pink smog, even his own spiritual consciousness could not penetrate.

In other words, in Chen Fan's eyes, he has completely lost the lock on Xu Chunqiu's figure.

All he can see and observe is a cloud of pink smoke!

The light in his eyes flickered, and Chen Fan felt an unusual touch, and finally took out the Frost Sword from his storage bag, squinted his eyes, always paying attention to the situation around him!

Now, he seemed to be blinded and lost his sharpest senses.

Everything can only be dealt with by relying on combat experience.

There is just one thing, Chen Fan doesn't understand.

What is the origin of the umbrella in Xu Chunqiu's hand, why is it so weird, and what effect does it have?

Among those who watched the battle, there were obviously some who knew about this and heard the comments from those around them.

In order not to disturb the battle on the ring, this person explained in a low voice: "This is Xu Chunqiu's real name magic weapon, Yan Luo is blindfolded!"

"It is said that the frontal smoke emitted by this umbrella can be blinded by the five senses, and even makes people hallucinate. Once controlled by the smoke-blind umbrella, ordinary people will definitely find it difficult to extricate themselves."

"It's even possible to be controlled by him for life, sinking into a zombie forever, let it be sent!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone gasped.

When looking at the smoke and blinding umbrella, there was a look of unparalleled fear in his eyes.

Perhaps death is not terrible for many monks. They have lived for a long time. If judging by the life span of ordinary people, it is enough.

But he couldn't even die. Since then, he has become a walking dead. Being manipulated by others is far more terrifying than death.

This may mean that the life he has served is worse than a dog.

May I ask such a blow, which arrogant monk can accept?

At this moment, seeing Xu Chunqiu resorting to such a vicious method, everyone couldn't help but silently ask questions in their hearts.

This Chen Fan, can he resist the smoky umbrella?

Perhaps, the answer is already in everyone's mind.

They don't think that a little-known Chen Fan can beat Xu Chunqiu's long-established magic weapon.

In other words, the ending of this battle seems to be doomed.

In the peripheral gambling houses, the odds have changed drastically.

Everyone followed the trend and chose to bet on Xu Chunqiu, thinking that this time he would definitely win.

And Chen Fan's multiplier was already as high as one to ten.

But still very few people put Bao on Chen Fan, and he said that he would lose ten, even if one loses one hundred.

Chen Fan is about to lose, what's the point of this?

Chen Fan didn't know everything that happened off the court at this moment. In fact, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care at all.

Facing Xu Chunqiu, who was enveloped in pink smoke, the Frost Sword danced a sword flower in mid-air, and the cold light flashed instantly.

Chen Fan greeted him immediately.

Rather than accepting all this passively, it is better to take the initiative.

This is Chen Fan's choice!

However, he didn't know that this shot can be said to be in the arms of Xu Chunqiu!

He only laughed and opened his mouth: "Good job, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

After that, the pink mist of the sky instantly enveloped Chen Fan, and Xu Chunqiu's figure finally appeared in Chen Fan's eyes again.

Originally, this was the best opportunity to attack. As long as Chen Fan pierced out with a single sword, Xu Chunqiu would definitely pay the price!

But the Frost Sword had already been mentioned, and Chen Fan couldn't stab it out!

He felt that he was in a ball of cotton.

She didn't have the slightest strength, she was soft.

The Frost Sword in his hand even almost came out of his hand, as if he couldn't hold it anymore.

And the pink smog in front of him has gradually turned into a half-length robe, with picturesque eyebrows and graceful posture.

Or playing the pipa, or humming some unknown ballad, constantly beckoning to Chen Fan.

It seems to be attracting him to go and play together.