Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1322 Yan Wufeng appears, the fastest in the world! (3K)

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Lu Xueying raised her lips slightly, revealing a comfortable smile, and asked, "Brother Qiu, have you chosen the sword secret technique you want to practice?"

Leng Qingqiu nodded slightly and said slowly: "This time, thanks to Brother Zixiu's generosity, he opened the "Northern Dipper Method" and "Nine Yang Magic Skill" to us. This is a great honor."

"As for the other sword secrets, we need to consider them more carefully."

"What about you? Are you also planning to study the upper and middle parts of "Seven Killings and Heaven Cutting" like Sister Xueqi?"

Lu Xueying sighed softly and responded, "Each of the Chen family's eight unique skills is profound and contains infinite mysteries."

"The Seven Killings and the Sky-Cutting Skill is ranked fifth. It was created by our ancestors Tianhai with all their life's wisdom. Its exquisiteness is not something that can be easily understood and learned."

"To be honest with you, Brother Qiu, I am also hesitant about this matter right now."

Chen Tianhai is the 11th generation ancestor of the Chen family. His soul power is as high as level 98. He is also the founder of the Water Branch and the direct ancestor of the Lu family.

Leng Qingqiu frowned slightly, thought for a moment and then said, "Well, this time the main vein is opening the sword canon, and we, the newly promoted Titled Douluo, can choose one fourth-level secret and two third-level secrets."

"But the mysteries in the sword canon are so numerous that it's hard to choose."

"After all, what suits you is the most important."

It should be noted that the definitions of secrets and mysteries differ among various forces.

In those branches, the first and second level techniques can be called mysteries;
In the main lineage of the Chen family, such techniques can only be defined as secret techniques, and only techniques that reach the third or fourth level are worthy of the name of "mystery".

The five great mysteries before "Sword God Descends to the World" are at this level.

Lu Xueying blinked her eyes and asked, "Brother Qiu, do you have any sword skills you like?"

Leng Qingqiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Brother Zixiu suggested to me that for the fourth-level secret, I can choose Daluo Dongguan and take the space path."

The mystical space-related secret techniques are extremely rare in the Chen family.

Chen Zixiu attached great importance to Daluo Dongguan and recommended it to several people.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that his own sword intent rule is to shatter the void.

Well, of the eight unique skills, except for the origin of Qi body, the other seven are defined as the ultimate level.

Lu Xueying raised her eyelashes, "Brother Qiu's mountain and river sword intent is suitable for space."

"But, Brother Qiu, can you also give 'Golden Life Water' a try?"

Leng Qingqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You yourself hesitated about the fifth unique skill 'Seven Kills Cutting the Sky', but you persuaded me to learn the sixth skill 'Golden Life Water' which is not much different?"

At this moment, there was a sudden loud thunder in the west, deafening.

The two of them subconsciously turned their heads to the west at the same time. Leng Qingqiu's expression became stern and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that Yan Wufeng has really appeared in the west."

"Let's not delay any longer and set off immediately and act according to the plan."

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a few minutes ago.

The waning moon is like a crescent, hanging alone in the inky sky, and the mountain wind hums softly, like the whimpering of a ghost.

Yan Wufeng slowly emerged from behind a green rock. The wristband made of black iron reflected a cold light under the moonlight.

His five fingers were like hooks, tightly clasping the ancient-style dragon buckle on his waist, and his eyes looked over ten miles in the direction of the Sea Lake Manor.

The flames that shot up into the sky had now transformed from flickering stars into a raging fire.

"Get up!" The syllables bursting out of the throat were short and decisive, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

In an instant, a pair of three-meter-long black dragon wings suddenly spread out behind him, with eerie wing bones and dense scales. Purple lightning moved back and forth between them like a spirit snake. This was his fourth soul skill.

He fixed his eyes again, glanced at Mar-a-Lago, and then turned around decisively, cleanly and without hesitation.

With his toes touching the ground three inches away, his body quickly shot off towards the Alps like an arrow.

He really didn't want to take another look, because he knew in his heart that everyone in the manor tonight would be in great danger.

"What a pity..." He pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, revealing half a broken tooth.

Yan Jiu, whom he had cultivated with decades of painstaking efforts, was originally the backup plan he carefully prepared for the Yan family. But tonight, he was afraid that he would only turn into a pile of charred bones.

And there was Xiong Ba, this simple and honest little brother. His family had followed the Yan family for generations. In the past, he would often pat his chest, which was as strong as an iron tower, and say with great pride: "I will cover your retreat!"

But now, the phantom of the iron tower-like body collapsing kept flickering before his eyes.

Titled Douluo, how many Titled Douluo are there in the Yan family and the Demon Dragon Legion in total?
Every loss is like a heart-wrenching pain.

Moreover, today’s loss also saw the loss of at least one third of other soul masters.

(Before he left, he saw Xiong Ba and Ximen Rongcheng fighting. If he knew that it was Xiong Ba who escaped first and was blocked by Ximen, he would probably be furious.)
…On the top of the mountain, night owls howled sharply, each sound was shrill, as if wailing for this cruel reality.

Yan Wufeng's robe sleeves fluttered, and his demonic wings flapped in the air, rolling up a ten-meter-long dust dragon, causing dust to fly all over the sky.

The cold dew quietly wet his clothes at midnight, but he was completely unaware.

Looking up to the west, the remaining stars looked like blood, just like the undried bloodstains on the dragon's flag, which was shocking.

However, at this moment, there is no time to feel sad about the passing of time. Time is pressing and there is no room for delay.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the grief in his heart, and continued to fly towards the Alps at full speed.

It didn't take long.

A silver light suddenly burst out from the front and side. The cold light seemed to be able to cut through the shackles of the void. With unparalleled momentum, it swooped down towards Yan Wufeng.

It was so fast, as fast as lightning! As fast as a stream of light! It was extremely fast!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Silver Falcon Kill!"

Before the voice fell, the person arrived.

In the air, there was only a silver track like a crescent moon, drawing a shocking murderous intent in the dim night.

Yan Wufeng's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly flapped the dragon wings behind him.

When the wings closed, it looked like heavy black iron armor, protecting his body tightly.

However, there was only a series of sharp and piercing sounds of tearing cloth, and the silver light was like a sharp blade cutting tofu, carving dozens of blood grooves on the hard dragon scales.

The dark red dragon blood flowed down like a broken bead curtain, instantly dyeing his clothes red.

The person who came was Silver-Winged Douluo Zhuo Qianren, whose Silver Emperor Sky Falcon martial soul combined the three spirit powers of wind, thunder, and space in one.

When he flapped his wings, the sound of wind and thunder breaking through the air was endless, as if thousands of troops were galloping and roaring in his ears, with magnificent momentum.

As everyone knows, when a peregrine falcon flaps its wings and dives, its momentum is like a meteor falling to the ground, and it can reach speeds of nearly 400 kilometers per hour, which is the pinnacle of speed in nature.

The speed at which the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon's martial spirit transforms is a hundred times faster than that of any natural ferocious bird. It is as fast as a ghost, making it impossible to track it.

It has been rumored in the martial arts world that the Bai's Spine-tailed Swift is known as the fastest in the world, and its flying speed is amazing.

However, in the world of soul masters, many people disagree with this and even sneer at it.

After all, the Silver Emperor Falcon, the king of peregrine falcons, creates a strong wind when it dives, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, so sharp that it can scrape off three inches of hard granite.

How could the Spine-tailed Swift be able to match such terrifying power?

Moreover, the Spine-tailed Swift is a small bird that only has speed, while the Peregrine Falcon is a medium-sized bird of prey with powerful attack power.

(In nature, the Peregrine Falcon is the fastest flying bird in the world, with a dive speed of up to 389 km/h, far exceeding the highest record of 353 km/h of the Spine-tailed Swift, which can only be ranked second. As a martial spirit, its speed will only be faster and more powerful.)
Yan Wufeng's expression was as deep as the abyss, his joy and anger were hidden in his heart, and he looked at him calmly: "Zhuo Qianren?"

Zhuo Qianren's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, and silver light poured down from his body like a galaxy, flowing endlessly. He laughed loudly and said, "It is my honor to meet Mr. Yan for the first time today!"

Yan Wufeng's eyes were deep, like a deep pool. He said nothing, but quietly circulated his soul power.

The secret skill [Wings of the Demon Dragon] unfolded instantly, blending and overlapping with the energy state fourth soul skill [Wings of the Demon Dragon], transforming into a pair of majestic dragon wings over twenty meters long, and the previous injuries on the wings were healed.

"Secret technique: Dragon Soul Tearing!" Yan Wufeng shouted in a low voice, shaking the void.

In an instant, the wings of the magic dragon behind him suddenly spread open, like a deep energy vortex, madly devouring the surrounding attribute energy.

A dragon soul energy wave shaped like a black dragon suddenly burst out from his palm. This energy wave was formed by the manic resentment absorbed from the Yuansha Demon Dragon's power. The dragon's body was twisted and twisted, hideous and terrifying, and its scales were flashing with a cold dark light.

The dragon soul let out an earth-shaking roar with rolling sound waves. With overwhelming power, it swept towards Zhuo Qianren like black lightning. The fluctuations of its soul power spread out like ripples, reaching as far as a thousand meters away.

Zhuo Qianren's figure was as swift as a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air like silver meteors. He then used [Dimensional Fold] and easily avoided the menacing Dragon Soul Wave in a flash.

Yan Wufeng shook his head. Zhuo Qianren was too fast. His big moves were like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, especially a mosquito at close range. They were completely useless.

After flashing past, Zhuo Qianren suddenly flapped his wings, and two extremely sharp silver wind blades shot out from the wingtips. With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, they slashed towards Yan Wufeng's back like the scythe of the god of death.

Yan Wufeng only felt a fierce gust of wind coming from behind, which seemed to tear his body apart. He was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

The two huge wind blades whizzed past the corners of his clothes and left two deep cuts on a ten-foot-tall boulder in front of him. The boulder instantly broke apart, and the debris flew everywhere like bullets.

"Mr. Yan, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape tonight." Zhuo Qianren's lips curled up into a faint smile, but his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

He was entrusted with an important task today. Since the west is so vast, the Chen family didn't know where Yan Wufeng would come out from.

Therefore, Zhuo Qianren, the Speed ​​Douluo, can be of great use in monitoring large areas of mountains.

Honestly speaking, the Chen family didn't know what Yan Wufeng would do, maybe they would fight to the death.

In addition, with such a large area covering the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest, the Chen family had no choice but to deploy heavy troops in the west.

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What level do you define the Eight Great Skills as? Level 3? Level 4? Or Level 5?
(End of this chapter)