Chapter 74

Diezifeng carefully stepped on the thick fallen leaves of the double dry valley, looked at the white bones in front of him, and was sincere. The fallen leaves are very thick. It takes years to form a view. Stepping on them is soft and continuous, making a "creaking" sound, like the sound of feet in the wilderness after snow. Although it feels good, Zifeng is not in the mood to enjoy it.

Zifeng had noticed when the fallen leaves fell from the hillside. In Zifeng's senses, there was no wind at this time. Why did the fallen leaves fly? Besides, Zifeng just stepped in and the fallen leaves were in front, why did the dead leaves on the hillside fall here. It's really worth pondering.

Seeing this, Zifeng is still moving forward in a leisurely manner. After all, it is difficult to make a judgment if he contacts the dead leaf butterfly for the first time. After a few breaths, there are about a dozen fallen leaves, which come to him. The dead leaf butterfly in the distance is still hibernating in the tree and does not participate. Better, you can give Zifeng a chance.

While the spirit of the dead leaf butterfly showed its ferocious side, it shrouded several dead leaf butterflies in front of it. I saw that the calm fallen leaves opened in a moment, and the peaceful scene was messy for a moment. The dead leaf butterfly waved its yellow but bright wings and rapidly fanned around the sub wind mass.

Zifeng was not idle. The ink knife moved left and right, and his steps moved quickly to avoid the attack of the dead leaf butterfly. However, the flight path of the dead leaf butterfly was nowhere to be found. There were their flying figures in front, back, left and right. Although Zifeng had found their traces in his spiritual perception, he was unable to dodge. Before long, many parts of his body had been cut by his wings

In this way, after holding on for a while, Zifeng turned and retreated violently outside the valley. The ink knife stood behind him to protect the vital points of his body. As soon as he got out of the valley, the dead leaf butterfly began to be gentle again. It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion. When he moved and changed so fast, Zifeng's eyes began to sink again.

In fact, the withered leaf butterfly is not without disadvantages. Fire is the enemy of the withered leaf butterfly. For example, at the bottom of the valley in front of us, if Zifeng ignites here with a burning fire symbol, the withered leaf butterfly can escape well. If its wings are accidentally ignited, the withered leaf butterfly is slaughtered and can't move. Even if he escaped, Zifeng had an advantage in such a chaotic situation.

Having said that, Zifeng should not do so. Let's not say what kind of situation will be caused after a fire. It's autumn at this time. A fire may bring great disaster to the whole boundless forest. Moreover, Zifeng doesn't want to miss such an opportunity. If he can swim freely among the dead leaf butterflies, Zifeng's body method will be greatly improved.

After this trial, although I haven't seen the poisonous powder of the dead leaf butterfly, it's enough. After a night's journey, Zifeng also has some fatigue. He doesn't want to speed up. Zifeng knows in his heart that he simply fills his stomach, adjusts his state, meditates quietly in the tree, and tries again when he is in the best state.

Soon half a day passed quietly. The noon sun was so bright that Zifeng's mood became comfortable. A handsome figure fell from the sky, jumped down from the tree, carried an ink knife on his back, and Zifeng moved forward towards the double dry valley step by step.

Just like last time, as soon as Zifeng stepped into the double dry valley for tens of feet, the yellow leaves on the hillside fell down. Zifeng smiled, took out the ink knife, didn't retreat but entered, and directly threw an empty symbol to disperse the dead leaves and butterflies. Suddenly, the originally lifeless leaves went crazy with an empty explosion, and the wind was coming down from the sky.

Zifeng cut with the ink knife, but the dead leaf butterfly followed the wind like a shadow. Before the ink knife touched the dead leaf butterfly, it was like the weakest wind. Following the blade, the dead leaf butterfly dodged away and flew beyond the attack range of the ink knife. The scene is constantly enlarged in Zifeng's eyes. What a wonderful body method.

But there was no time for Zifeng to marvel. Behind him, the dead leaf butterflies on the left and right sides had flapped their wings and rowed over. Zifeng's ink knife was horizontal. The move of "strong wind sweeping away the fallen leaves" had been displayed. The ink knife rolled up the thick fallen leaves on the ground, flying round after round, piling up a swimming barrier around Zifeng

Most of the dead leaf butterflies are still flying around Zifeng, looking for a crack and an opportunity to attack. Five or six dead leaf butterflies have already flown into the air. On Zifeng's head, they are quietly suspended, and their wings vibrate regularly. Before long, an intoxicating aroma spreads on the field, and the dead leaf butterflies use the poisonous powder on their wings

All this was already in Zifeng's expectation. A piece of wooden talisman flashed, and Zifeng was covered with a light blue light. Therefore, the poison powder that the dead leaf butterfly thought it was proud of slipped quietly when it fell on Zifeng, and Zifeng had no influence.

At the same time, Zifeng opened his eyes, looked at the movements of the dead leaf butterflies around him, and tried to find the mysterious track, which is like an amulet. As long as he found the stroke, everything would be natural. What Zifeng lacks most now is his body method. Against people, if they are of the same power type, Zi Feng still has a fight, but there is no way to improve his body method.

Zifeng has seen his father. Wu Feihong's "startling Hong and nine flashes" steps really can't find the rules. The second Uncle Wu Feiming hasn't touched his father's corner for a long time, so Zifeng also hopes that he can master such a body method. In that case, he will have a great advantage in close combat.

The good time is not long. The movement of Zifeng has attracted the dead leaf butterflies on the mountain walls on both sides. I saw the dead leaf butterflies flying down the mountain like an avalanche. After a while, Zifeng was silly. He didn't want to parry. He quickly threw out more than a dozen exploding empty runes. In a noisy roar, he ran out of the double dry valley, and the dead leaf butterflies chased for more than ten miles before returning to the valley. If Zifeng hadn't always drilled in the place with lush vegetation all the way, I don't know what the situation is.

When Zifeng looked back and saw that the dead leaf butterfly had disappeared, he walked to a stream in front of him, washed his face, sat on a stone and thought about the scene just now. Although it looked very dangerous, the mysterious flight path of the dead leaf butterfly climbed up to Zifeng's heart again.

Following the wind without any help, he naturally avoided. The speed was not very fast. The speed of ink knife cutting was obviously much faster than that of the dead leaf butterfly flying. What was the situation? Zifeng recalled the flying appearance of the dead leaf butterfly again and again, grabbed the fallen leaves on the ground and kept throwing them away, watching the leaves fall in the air.

Zifeng was lost in thought for a long time, but it was fruitless. When he was about to get up and go back, he saw a red leopard in the grass opposite. His fierce eyes had a hint of playfulness. He slowly walked towards Zifeng, and his thick and long leopard tail kept rubbing on the ground.