At the beginning, these petals could still be counted, but after just a few breaths, there was already a scene of tidbits flying in the sky, like a rain of flowers, although it was beautiful, but it was full of terrifying killing machines.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

A martial artist, at the first time, showed the weapon in his hand, his eyes were firmly fixed on the boundless petals that slowly floated, and his expression was solemn and abnormal, under the operation of the true qi, on each weapon, there was a light flickering, which was the embodiment of the dispersion of the true qi.

Du Fan glanced around, and found that the weapons used by martial arts masters such as Nangong Wangself and Nangong Yi were all swords, needless to say Han Qianxue and Han Xuanshuang, even Nangong Sushi, after his purple gold battle axe was half scrapped, the spare weapon was also a sword.

"Masters really use swords, and it seems that swords are orthodox weapons in martial arts. Du Fan's expression moved, thinking like this, and at the same time secretly swore that after he went out, he must find a way to get a sword magic weapon fragment, or simply get a magic weapon.

"When is it, still distracted!" Du Fan's obviously soul-wandering expression fell into Han Qianxue's eyes, making this woman quite helpless, she angrily patted Du Fan's arm with the long sword in her hand to remind her.

"Oh, it's fine. Du Fan's arm shook, and the ghost guide stick emerged, but he looked at this poor-looking ghost magic weapon with disgust, and shook his head again and again.

Han Qianxue sighed lightly, fortunately, the speed at which those petals fluttered in the air was not very fast, otherwise just the moment when Du Fan lost his mind would be enough to make him pay the price, I really don't know if he is a master of art and bold. It's still too much of a good mentality.

But this woman also understands. It depends on the opponent's means and combat power. You don't have to worry about it at all.

It didn't take long for petals to scatter from the seven-colored strange flowers, and they had already floated in front of a group of trialists.

Han Qianxue's eyes flashed, her white palm shook slightly, the long sword suddenly flew, and between the void shocks, a translucent sword curtain spread out and blocked in front of her. The petals fell on it and were immediately crushed.

On the other side of Han Qianxue, Han Xuanshuang was dancing a certain set of mysterious swordsmanship, her white-clothed figure was erratic, layered, in the void around her, and on the ground, you could vaguely see a little ice crystal condensing out, and the temperature near it plummeted, like a cold winter wax moon. As soon as the petals flew over, they were instantly wrapped in a layer of crystal ice chips. Then it fell to the ground with a "clang".

Among the many trialists here, there are not many people whose weapons are not swords, and the yellow-robed young man of the Lu family is one of them, I saw him wearing a hard leather glove on each hand, waving his arms, tigers and tigers, and one after another surging out, and the petals in the sky could not get close to him.

Du Fan held the ghost guide stick and injected some of the mana into it, but this time it was not completely activated, because the mana required to fully activate a magic weapon was too much, not to mention him, even a Jindan powerhouse couldn't bear it.

Although the semi-excited ghost stick can't exert much power, it is enough to resist the early attack of the seven-colored strange flower, and I saw that the ghost stick body surface flickered, and every time the stick was swung, there were large petals withering for it.

In the face of such an attack intensity, Du Fan was relatively easy to deal with.

In addition to fighting against the petals, he also took the time to take a look at Nangong Forgetfulness, and found that this person was the same as himself, his actions were simple and casual, and he did not exaggerate the battle like others.

The bronze broadsword is in Nangong Wang's hands, only the basic actions of chopping, chopping, sweeping, and stabbing, but it seems to be very flexible, and there is no sense of heaviness at all, as if what he is holding in his hand is not a heavy sword at all, but an embroidery needle.

For martial arts, Du Fan also knows a little about it, he knows that this is a kind of realm of swordsmanship, the heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill is not work, so it will give people a feeling of lifting weights like light.

Nangong forgot that he seemed to sense something, his eyes turned to Du Fan, and smiled kindly at him.

"Amazing, compared to Han Qianxue and my nephew Chen Yiping, Nangong Forgetful Sword Dao takes a completely different path, although it does not have earth-shattering power, but in terms of thought and realm, it is obviously better than the former.

Because, in the way of the sword, Han Qianxue and Chen Yiping pay attention to external excavation and power improvement, while Nangong forgets himself, but has the meaning of tracing back to the origin, and the difference is too big. Du Fan thought as he waved the ghost stick.

Suddenly, an exclamation interrupted Du Fan's thoughts, and when he turned his eyes, he happened to see Han Jingyang being hit by several petals, and then his figure flashed a few times, and then disappeared with unwillingness.

Thankfully, before he could be hurt too much, he was forbidden to teleport away.

In this regard, Du Fan was not too surprised, although he and Nangong were very easy to deal with the petals, but it was not that the attack power of the seven-colored strange flower was not strong, for those Tianjiao in the martial domain, an attack of this strength was enough to kill, not to mention that Hanjing Yang was already injured, so it was inevitable that he would be the first to be eliminated.

As time passed, the speed at which the seven-colored strange flowers scattered petals gradually increased, and the power contained in each petal gradually increased.

At this time, the petals in the sky were like a dense rainstorm, tilting towards everyone.

After a moment, Han Li let out a coquettish cry, and at the same time was hit by five petals, surrounded by the power of the forbidden, teleporting her away.

After a while, the yellow-robed young man smiled bitterly, and actually took the initiative to give up his defense, allowing countless petals to attack him, but just when those deadly petals were about to touch him, the power of space rippled, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

At this time, Du Fan also had to increase his means, only to see that he was holding a stick in one hand and pinching the trick in the other, and one after another spells came out horizontally, transforming into various attack forms, and taking the initiative to meet the sweeping boundless petals.

Finally, someone in the Nangong family couldn't support it and eliminated one.

When the second person of the Nangong family was out, the cold winter wax moon scene around Han Xuanshuang was suddenly filled with countless petals of different colors, and at the same time, the white-clothed figure inside disappeared.

Among the martial artists in the Martial Domain, only Han Qianxue was left at this time.

After more than a dozen breaths, the attack intensity of the seven-colored strange flower rose again, Nangong Sushi sighed secretly, and had no choice but to get out, and then the Nangong family eliminated several people in a row, including Nangong Qing and Nangong Lonely, who were in the top six of the family.

And Nangong Rui, who had hidden evil intentions for Han Qianxue, also disappeared in this wave of elimination.

At this point, there are only five trialists who are still persistent, Du Fan, Han Qianxue, Nangong Forget, Nangong Yi, and Nangong Yi.

At this time, Du Fan was sitting cross-legged on the ground, pinching the trick and chanting the mantra, his hands were changing like wheels, and the ghost magic weapon ghost guide stick had already been put away by him.

Around Du Fan, more than ten layers of defensive light shields emerged, protecting him tightly and impermeable.

On the ground outside the defensive light shield, a circle of nine-sided blue pattern arrays was arranged, one after another, there were dozens of them, and in the humming sound of the formation, wave after wave of spirit pattern snakes surged out, frantically fighting against the countless petals in the void.

The defensive light mask and the group of snakes dancing in the pattern array, either attacked by flower petals, or because of the limitations of the exercises, are broken every moment, but they will immediately regenerate, endless, and never exhausted.

On closer inspection, Du Fan was just using one hand to urge the spell, while the other hand was pinching the internal skills of the Lingshu Sutra, communicating with the land of heaven and earth, absorbing the aura of the eight directions, and then turning it into mana and using it for his own use.

Otherwise, the crazy consumption of mana like him would have been drained by the endless stream of powerful spells.

The trials have reached this point that almost everyone has given it their all.

I have to say that the scene at this moment is a little weird, because in the huge peak trial ground, only Du Fan can see the figure.

There are thousands of snows, heavy snow is flying, and a cold plum stands proudly.

Nangong's selfless figure was gone, only the bronze broadsword hung in mid-air, undulating up and down, rippling layer upon layer, like ripples in the water, isolating the countless petals of various colors around it, unable to go further.

Nangong Yi and Nangong Yi gathered together, they should have used a certain set of combined attack techniques, a huge black sphere covered the two of them, the black ball rotated extremely fast, and in the roar, a shocking force was set off, shattering the patches of flower rain.

The seven-colored strange flower swayed gently, and the attack strength increased again, and countless petals poured densely, as if the sky was falling.

At this time, these petals can no longer be called flower rain, because they have no room to fall, and it may be more accurate to say that this scene is a sea of flowers.

Du Fan originally closed his eyes tightly, just using his divine thoughts to assist in the battle, but suddenly, his heart jumped fiercely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw several figures very strangely, they were facing him with different expressions such as joy, anger, sadness, and happiness.

"Damn! This kind of attack strength is not enough, and I have made the illusion out again!" Du Fan couldn't help but scold.

Because these figures are none other than Liang Xin, Dr. Song, Chen Ru, Xiaohu and others.

This time the illusion was different from the previous two situations, it could be avoided, Du Fan was very decisive, just after pinching a spell, his fingers quickly shook, and the hundred beast screen appeared out of thin air, and then a black light rushed out and fell on his shoulder, it was the three-eyed beast.

Du Fan immediately communicated with the beast and issued an order, when the three eyes of the three-eyed beast opened together, the world in Du Fan's eyes was only a surging sea of flowers, and those Liang Xin, Dr. Song and others who represented illusions disappeared in an instant.

Du Fan first breathed a sigh of relief, and then subconsciously glanced at Han Qianxue, since he had an illusion here, then most of the other people were the same, and this woman had always been relatively weak in her ability to resist the illusion. (To be continued......)