Chapter 112 Showdown 2

"Hey hey!!!" When the wind magician saw that Liu Xiao Hun had been fixed, he laughed a few times. A wind teleported behind Liu Xiao Hun. The first-level magic stormy wind of the Holy Land spread out to Liu Xiao Hun. The dark blue transparent wind blew up all the snow on the earth, and then attacked Liu Xiao Hun with a thunderous momentum.

Looking at the strong wind blowing towards him, Liu Xiao's heart crossed, and his body was quickly covered with black lines, and the last chains rushed out of Liu Xiaojiu's body, quickly wrapping Liu Xiaojiu in it.

After the last iron chain wrapped Liu Xiaoxun, the wind of the initial magic storm of the Holy Land hit Liu Xiaoxun's body. The crazy wind mixed with a large amount of snow directly blew Liu Xiaoxu out. I don't know where he went until the magic power disappeared. At this time, it was originally Liu Xiaogen. The place has been covered with a thick layer of snow, and Liu Xiaoxun does not know life or death.

"Haha•••••••" The wind magician watched the middle-level strong man of the Holy Land who was killed at the same level and suddenly went down, but before he could laugh enough, his voice stopped abruptly, because Liu Xiaohu's figure slowly floated up from behind the huge pile of snow.

"Is it funny?" Liu Xiaon dug his ears and asked the wind magician, "What!! You are not dead!!!" The wind magician was full of shock. He didn't expect that Liu Xiaomian didn't die when he was hit by one of his sacred magic. "Guess!!!"

Liu Xiao's words fell and suddenly shot a black light from his hand. The black light turned into a huge hood in the middle of the road. Under the wind magician, the wind magician did not react for a moment and was suddenly covered by the hood.

But as soon as the hood covered the wind magician, it suddenly made a loud noise in the hood. Then the hood made by Liu Xiao mixed black light was suddenly smashed by the wind magician. The wind magician rushed out of the broken hood. With a wave of his big hand, the cyan light and shadow appeared all over the sky. Liu Xiao is close to the front.

"Hi!!!" Liu Xiao mixed drank in a deep voice and spit out a black disk when he opened his mouth. Suddenly, the cyan light and shadow were all collected by the disk spit out from Liu Xiaoming's mouth, and then the disk hit the wind magician, but the disk began to crack halfway, and it exploded before the wind magician. Opened.

When Liu Xiaoming saw that his wheel did not have any impact on the wind magician, he took a deep breath. With the depth of Liu Xiaoming's inhalation, a huge black giant appeared behind him. There were twelve pairs of wings behind the giant, and then Liu Xiaoming suddenly spit out the breath. Liu Xiaoming The black giant with twelve pairs of wings in the back also vibrated its wings.

Suddenly, a black wind blew towards the wind magician, and the black wind was also strongly corrosive, because all snowflakes turned black after touching the black wind. Some snowflakes fell to the ground and suddenly made a "squeak" sound, and all the snow around the snowflake turned black.

"What a powerful means!!!" The wind magician finally began to be surprised, but the black wind could not hurt him. He quickly said a spell. The wind magic silence was released by the wind magician, and suddenly the black wind stopped there.

Then the wind magician chanted a spell again. A violent wind appeared from behind him, passed his body, and then blew towards the black wind sent by Liu Xiaojiu. The black wind of Liu Xiaojiu was suddenly blown back by the violent wind sent by the wind magician.

"It's time to end." Liu Xiaoxun rushed to the black wind blown back by the magic released by the wind magician. At the same time, Liu Xiaoxun also emitted bursts of black fog. A long black knife in his hand gradually appeared and plunged into the strong wind. When the picture appeared again, the long knife in Liu Xiaoxun's hand had been inserted. The chest of the wind magician.

"Puff!!!" The wind magician gushed blood continuously from his mouth and grabbed Liu Xiaobing's collar. He stared at Liu Xiaobing's shoulder with two big eyes and died. Liu Xiaon took the opportunity to push, and the wind magician fell into the snow, and the blood flowing from his chest melted the snow little by little.

Liu Xiaohung finally took a look at the dead wind magician, and then soared into the air and continued to move towards the depths of the ancient snow. Just after Liu Xiaohun, a group of snow demon wolves smelled the blood and came to the wind magician, and soon tore up the wind magician.

A burst of water mist appeared not far from the group of magic wolves. A bald middle-aged man came out of the water mist. After seeing the group of magic wolves, his eyes immediately turned blood red, "Ah!!!" As he shouted, the snowflakes all over the sky turned into a sharp butcher knife, cutting the group of magic wolves into pieces like cutting melons and vegetables.

At this time, the wind magician had only one head left, which was relatively complete. He rolled to the feet of the bald middle-headed middle-aged man, facing the middle-aged man, staring at the bald middle-aged man with two eyes, as if to say that he would not close his eyes and let the bald middle-aged man avenge him.

Looking at his brother with only one head left, the bald middle-aged man seemed to be crazy and laughed, and then hugged the head and cried, "Why!!!? Why!!!? I won't let you come out, but you have to come out. In order to surprise your mother on her 200th birthday, you put your life in it!! Is it worth it!!? Is it worth it!!!!" The last two words almost roared out.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you, and I will avenge you!!!" Blood and tears flowed from the eyes of the bald middle-aged man, and then the head in his arms was pinched by him. The white brain gradually covered the face of the bald middle-aged man, and then the bald middle-aged man waved his hand, and a water-blue magic mirror appeared in front of him.

The scene of Liu Xiaomu fighting with the wind magician can be clearly seen in the mirror, and the bald middle-aged man also knows who killed his own brother. After watching the last scene, the water-blue magic mirror shattered, and then the bald middle-aged man chased after Liu Xiaohong.

In fact, this bald middle-aged man is the eldest son in a big family on the eighth floor of the Sky Tower, and his dead brother is the second son. Their mother will soon celebrate their 200th birthday. The two brothers came to find snow burial flowers this time. It has always been his mother's wish to keep their face. This time, they came to the ancient snow to find snow burial flowers to satisfy his mother's wish.

But I didn't expect that his brother was killed here. He didn't want to be the heir of that family, so his family was dedicated to training his brother. But today his brother was killed, and everything turned into nothing.

Liu Xiaohuo didn't know that he had accidentally made a very serious mistake. Now he has been walking to the depths of the ancient snow, surrounded by a vast white landscape. Liu Xiaoba, unfortunately, turned his head here, and had no choice but to spread his consciousness and explore a little.

The heavy snow gradually stopped. Liu Xiaoming found a man standing not far in front of him. The man was a bald head. Liu Xiaoming recognized who the man was at a glance. The brother of the person he was killed by him. Liu Xiaoming once vowed to trample him under his feet one day on the second floor of the Dengtian Tower.

I didn't expect that the enemy's road was really narrow. Today, Liu Xiaon encountered him here, but Liu Xiaon didn't take action rashly. In the past, his strength was comparable to that of himself, and even more powerful. Today, I don't know what his strength has reached.

"Did you just kill a wind magician?" The bald middle-aged man gritted his teeth and squeezed these words out of his mouth. Liu Xiao Hun looked at the bald middle-aged man and nodded, and then said, "I know that man is your brother. You want revenge." With that, Liu Xiaohun retreated and distanced himself from the bald middle-aged man.