Chapter 375 Cloudy Day, Evening

Chen Chuan looked at the figure that flew out of the platform, but did not stop. Instead, he took two steps forward with the momentum of punching, and also leaped into the air. In an instant, he was above Feng Heshou, raised his fist with one hand, and a flash of light appeared on the fist, and then he punched down hard!
Feng Heshou's figure fell like a meteor and instantly hit the ground. With a bang, a huge pit exploded below, and countless soil and gravel splashed out, and a large amount of dust rose up.

Chen Chuan fell from the air to the ground, his feet firmly planted. The light on his body dimmed slightly, and he walked towards where he fell.

Just as he arrived in front, he suddenly felt something and stretched out his hands to block outwards. He saw a huge shadow outline appear outside him in the smoke and dust. Two of the hands that almost covered him quickly closed towards the center, as if they wanted to squeeze him in at once.

There was a sudden thunderous sound in the air, and both palms were held up by his raised arms. As the spiritual fires on both sides melted into each other, the light on the palms gradually went out. He stretched his arms outward, and with a bang, the two real and virtual palms shattered instantly, turning into wisps of mist that dissipated in the air.

However, at this moment, the Wen Lei Sword, which had slipped out of his hand at some point, fell behind him. While it was still in mid-air, smoke seemed to condense in the air, and a phantom of Feng Heshou appeared there, grabbed the sword, and with a spin, he drove the sword down!
Futami-style, beheading sword!

Chen Chuan's eyes were deep and calm. He stood still, but stretched one hand behind him. The edge of his palm, which was flashing with the fire of life, blocked the incoming blade with a bang. Then he clasped his five fingers and grasped the blade firmly. Feng Heshou, who was holding the knife, stared at him for a moment, and as a surging air flow passed by, it shattered like a bubble.

At this time, a voice came from the smoke and dust on the opposite side, "Mr. Chen, I lost this battle."

Chen Chuan did not look back during the whole attack just now. He threw the Wen Lei Knife into the ground and then strode forward. The air flow outside his body passed by him, causing the red scarf to flutter backwards.

When he came to the edge of the pit, he saw Feng Heshou lying on the ground, his body embedded in the mud. The arm exposed outside was twisted and deformed, and half of his face was missing. Large amounts of white smoke were coming out from there, and not only here, but many parts of his body were emitting strands of platinum light.

This was the spiritual fire that was driven into his body by his powerful force. It was now continuously attacking the alienated tissues inside him, making it impossible for him to recover in time.

Chen Chuan did not make any more moves. He waited for a while. The platinum light gradually dissipated, and Feng Heshou could hear the sound of bones twisting. After a moment, he stood up from the ground again, and the dirt fell off his body.

It can be seen that most of the official uniform he was wearing was damaged, with the chest being the worst damaged, with a big hole there, which was now healing at an extremely fast speed.

His powerful force caused extremely severe damage to its internal organs, and almost all the alienated tissues involved in the force were affected. It was only because he was a fighter that he had such a strong recovery ability. If it were an ordinary fighter, he would most likely be killed instantly after being hit by this punch.

In fact, if this was not a competition, and he did not come here to take this man's life, the other party would not have had any strength to fight back at that time.

He said at this time: "Master Fenghe didn't use all his strength in that last slash." That slash should have been driven by spiritual power. It was very concealed and powerful.

Feng Heshou shook his head and said, "But it's meaningless, Mr. Chen. That knife shouldn't be difficult for you to break." He looked at the white mist on his body, which was still strong even after it was restrained, and felt helpless: "Even if I hit Mr. Chen, I might not be able to hurt you. Then I will be completely exhausted and won't even have the strength to speak. I have no chance of winning this battle today from the beginning."

If one wants to attack the opponent's body, one must first break the Baoyi true power that is wrapped around his body. If this layer of power is not removed, it will hardly cause any effective killing power. However, the true power in Chen Chuan's body is too strong. He can use his physical body to withstand the slashing of the sword, and he doesn't seem to care about the consumption at all.

But this alone is actually not enough, it is not enough to completely grasp the chance of victory, but the fighting logic used by Chen Chuan is very targeted, it can be said that he restrained him from beginning to end, so he asked again: "I would like to ask, Mr. Chen, how did you know the characteristics of my sword moves?"

His sword style lies in its long-lasting power. Once it is unfolded, it is like a surging wave, with each sword being stronger than the last, and it can be said that it is getting stronger and stronger. The only gap for entry is at the very beginning, but this is only relatively speaking. In fact, it is not a flaw. As long as Chen Chuan is suppressed for a moment, the subsequent sword power can be exerted, and the combat effectiveness displayed is by no means comparable to what was just now.

However, Chen Chuan did not give him any chance to use his sword skills, and this set of tactics was implemented throughout, so it can be said that it was cut off at the source.

Chen Chuanshuo said: "I saw the word 'Langtao' on the big stone in front of your hall. Although it seems that hundreds of years have passed, I can still see the meaning of continuity from the spirit emanating from it. So I think we must not let Fenghe Hall Master have the opportunity to display his talents."

"The words left by the Zen Sword Master..."

Feng Heshou couldn't help but nod his head. Those two words indeed showed the essence of Langtao Pavilion's martial arts, but only people with a high enough spiritual level could see it. Being able to see it is one thing, but being able to do it is another.

Among all the fighters he had ever seen, Chen Chuan's strength and speed could be said to be among the strongest. At the same time, he was extremely accurate in capturing opportunities. This superb ability to make decisions before a fight, coupled with his superior physical fitness, was almost unstoppable. It was not unfair for him to lose.

He stretched out his hand, and as the biological field unfolded, the sand and gravel outside his body floated up, and the Wen Lei sword not far away shook a few times, then jumped out of the ground and returned to his hand.

Then he put the knife on his waist, bowed to Chen Chuan, and said solemnly: "This time I invited Mr. Chen to come here to spar. This is very presumptuous. As the host, I should make up for Mr. Chen's loss in this battle. This is the only way to be polite. Please don't refuse, Mr. Chen." Chen Chuan did not refuse, and said: "Then I won't be polite."

Feng Heshou stood up straight: "Please."

Chen Chuan nodded and followed Feng Heshou back up. At this time, he glanced to the side and saw a huge figure just dozens of meters away. It was estimated to be at least thirty meters tall and should be a former owner of Langtao Pavilion.

The man was actually sitting on the ground, with a huge weapon stuck in his chest and his hand on the hilt. It was obvious that he had committed suicide.

Because of the strong light shining on its back, only an outline could be seen on most of the area, but because the head was hanging down, one could see the half of the face that had become hideous and distorted.

He withdrew his gaze, walked all the way back to the platform, pulled out the Xuejun Sword from the ground, put the sword back into the sheath, and followed Feng Heshou back along the entrance of the rift. The latter pulled the chain again, and the attic where the two were located rose up again.

After returning to the top floor, Fenghe guard placed the Wen Lei Sword on the sword rack and asked the waiter to bring Chen Chuan some clean water for washing. Then he apologized, went back to change his clothes, and when he came back, he clapped his hands.

After a while, the lame old man in black clothes who had been seen before came out and brought plates of food to the table.

Chen Chuan took a look and saw that the rice grains were plump and round, served in a fine porcelain bowl. On the strip plates on both sides were neatly stacked thin slices of light pink meat.

However, the most eye-catching thing here is a big fish that was cut open from the back. It was placed there vertically, and the belly of the fish was filled with fragrant fruit grains, shiny corn, delicate diced meat, chopped stems, and some green plant leaves, and some fragrant soup was poured on it.

After everything was arranged, the lame old man bowed for the last time.

"This is the meal I prepared. Please enjoy it."

Feng Heshou said to the big fish at this time: "This is the 'national fish'. In the old days, the royal family used it to entertain distinguished guests from afar. When the Zen sword master established the Langtao Pavilion, the Gong family hosted a banquet for the master. There were also three sword masters and two martial arts generals present. At that time, this national fish was used to entertain and entertain everyone present.

However, the 'national fish' at that time was a king fish, three meters long, filled with various ingredients from various places, a total of twenty-eight types. It took the whole country's strength to make such a banquet dish.

Lang Tao Pavilion can’t afford such a big banquet, but now we can barely restore the original appearance of this dish, including the national fish, and barely put together six kinds of ingredients. "

Chen Chuan nodded. It was already quite good that this kind of banquet could be restored. At this moment, as the fragrance wafted out, he could feel the alienated tissues in his body stirring, which meant that there were a lot of nutrients hidden here.

Feng Heshou said: "After the Zen Dao Patriarch had eaten, he asked the Gong family for the chef to prepare the meal.

The Gong royal family rewarded this chef on the condition that their ancestor killed a fallen demon ghost," he looked at the lame old man, "and this servant of mine is the descendant of this great chef, and has served us at Langtao Pavilion for generations."

The lame old man knelt on one side, his body bent again.

Chen Chuan nodded. Almost all the ingredients taken from the Blending Land are eaten raw, because this is the only way to maintain the most complete nutritional value. Therefore, they will undergo some special processing in advance to remove redundant and inedible parts, which can also make the nutrition more enriched. Non-professionals are not qualified to do this.

Feng Heshou said "Mr. Chen, please" at this time, then picked up the bowl of rice, picked up the piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into the bowl.

Chen Chuan waited for his host to move first before he picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped up a spoonful of thick soup from the fish, poured it into the bowl, and tasted it carefully.

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(End of this chapter)

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