This is the helplessness of a weak person.

Because you are weak, you can't do anything.

Nothing can be said.

Because this is a cruel world, the strong prey on the weak.

What can you say?

Your moves, martial arts, and strength are insignificant in front of others, but you are not.

Standing still and letting the wind and rain blow, you can't hurt the slightest.

Do you need to say anything?

No!

One more word is unnecessary.

"Then show it." Feng Canyun said lightly.

It seems to show off your talents.

I didn't look down on anyone at all.

Chen Bufan is not able to attract his attention at present.

To put it bluntly, it is no different from showing off your talent.

This is very ugly and heartbreaking, but it is a fact that cannot be argued.

After fighting for so long, Feng Canyun crushed Chen Bufan.

All laymen who do not understand martial arts can understand it.

Chen Bufan used his true qi crazily and improved the Hunyuan Gong to the extreme.

The momentum was soaring, and suddenly rose.

The breeze blew, and the flowers and plants swayed for it, making rustling sounds.

The atmosphere is solemn and depressing.

The Xuanyuan Sword is radiant and buzzes.

Suddenly, sand and stones flew, winds and clouds surged in the air, unpredictable.

"The fairy sword splits the sky!"

This is the eighth style of Xuanyuan's Nine Styles, and it is also Chen Bufan's most powerful move.

None of them.

The sword energy whistled out like a dragon.

It has a powerful deterrence power that can sweep away thousands of troops.

If this move cannot shake Feng Canyun for a little while, you can imagine the frustration.

More than just doubled.

Feng Canyun frowned, his expression changed a little, but he still did not take action and competed with himself.

Not fighting back would mean slapping several big mouths on Chen Bufan’s face.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes people feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!