Chapter 22 Liu Xu's Body with the Wind

"Why?" When all the evils were done, the wind and clouds asked.

"What and why?" Ximen Fuxue raised his head and looked at Feng Yun Wuji. Between every move, there was a sense of unrestrainedness and looseness.

"Why did you help me as a stranger?" Fengyun Wuji does not think that the other party will help himself for no reason.

Ximen blew the snow and threw his finger, and the mysterious book, which was full of evil, was thrown by him to Fengyun Wuji. Then he turned around and stepped on the void and walked to the distance.

"Because you are also a swordsman."

The sound of Ximen blowing snow came from the front, with an unspeakable loneliness.

"Because I'm also a swordsman?" Fengyun Wuji tasted this sentence carefully. When he looked up again, he could no longer see the mysterious swordsman.

"This teenager will be covered by me at Youming Peak in the future.

Whoever dares to touch him will have such a peak.

Ximen's sound of blowing snow floated over Youming Peak like a ghost, but Feng Yun Wuji knew that it was just his previous note.

As soon as the sound fell, a touch of sword light came from the sky. Suddenly, it was restrained. There was no sound for a long time, and the four fields were quiet.

Rumble! Suddenly, in front of Fengyun Wuji, a thousand-foot-high mountain peak suddenly broke up to the waist, and the part above the mountainside slanted down from the mountain body, fell into the valley, and echoed for a long time.

The world is more silent and cold, and only the sound of the wind is turning around in the air.

Only one move, only one sword.

Kendo has reached its peak so far.

Feng Yun Wuji stood quietly in the air, looking at the direction where Ximen blew snow and left, he suddenly had an understanding.

This man has stepped into a deviation, and has reached the extreme of this deviation. At this point, it doesn't matter whether the sword is correct or not.

This man claims that he can only make one move and only one sword, but who can stop this sword?

One move comes out, one sword is handed over, if the enemy does not die, it is my death, this is the sword of killing! In the case of Ximen blowing snow out of the sword, Fengyun Wuji tried to imagine the situation of facing this sword: a touch of sword light was born... Cold sweat rolled down from his forehead. With this sword, Fengyun Wuji thought he would die.

This sword is so strong that it completely ignores the opponent's moves and kills the enemy in one move.

"Who is this person? How can you cultivate the sword to such an appalling state?

Feng Yun Wuji muttered, looked up to the sky, and was stunned for a moment.

For a long time, Feng Yun Wuji sighed and went to the south. This world of ice and snow was not suitable for him to stay... On the way, he passed the peaks, countless divine consciousness swept over him, and immediately retreated like a tide. The power of Ximen blowing snow was like a fight.

After half a day, Fengyun Wuji finally walked out of the world of ice and snow, standing on the edge of the snow, half of the ice and snow, half of the reckless world, and between the ice and snow and the earth, a gray figure stood proudly.

The gray figure turned around, and his long gray hair floated up, revealing a pair of white faces without any black.

The man smiled, looked at Feng Yun Wuji stepping in the air, and said, "We meet again."

At the moment when the man turned around, Feng Yun Wuji was furious: "It's you... destroying the right guardian of the void hall."

The man in gray robe nodded, slowly stretched out his right foot, and stepped on the void. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the place and appeared less than ten feet in front of Fengyun Wuji. This change from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic was extremely uncomfortable.

"You're not dead. The Taoist is very angry."

The French voice of the shattered void hall has no ups and downs, just like a walking corpse with no thoughts and feelings.

Fengyun Wuji snorted coldly: "You are smart. Why didn't you just do it, but you didn't show up until I was about to leave here? Isn't it afraid of Ximen blowing snow?

The gray-robed man nodded calmly and said indifferently, "His kendo is so extreme that I don't want to fight with him!" It's not necessary."

"You do it."

Fengyun Wuji didn't want to say more. He actually made it clear that the other party's will was unshakable and was ready to deal with the other party's attack at any time.

The man in gray robe raised his head and looked at Fengyun Wuji indifferently. The long sword was handed out of the wide sleeve robe on the right. Although the long sword did not come out of its sheath, Fengyun Wuji heard a sound of Qingyue's sword.

A gray scabbard ejected from the air, and the right guard of the shattered Void Hall has disappeared in place.

Without looking carefully, he felt that a sharp sword light was close to his body in his spiritual consciousness. Feng Yun Wuji took a long breath, and his body immediately became as light as confetti, and then swung back.

Where Fengyun Wuji originally stood, the right protector of the shattered Void Hall appeared. He held the hilt of the sword upside down in his right hand and held the sword in a strange posture.

The gray robe guard raised his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Then his head lowered slightly, and another gray robe guard appeared. A sword was wiped up, and a gray sword spirit broke through the air.

But the wind and clouds-free 'Liu Xu' can exert ten times its power, but a trace of wind has made him float away, and the sword spirit is self-slashed.

As soon as the right guard sword was closed and swept to the side of his body, he did not move. Feng Yun Wuji felt that it was just a shadow, and he was no longer in place.

A wisp of sword spirit came silently behind him, but it still blew under the wind and clouds.

Sword after sword, continuous. The strange fog emitted from the sword drifted away, with a smell of corrosion in the air. In the void, there were more than a dozen gray-robed people. One gray-robed man had just disappeared, and more gray-robed people were born. Each gray-robed person maintained a different posture of wielding

What's even more weird is the wind and clouds.

That is no longer an action that the human body can do. When the body twists and turns, it is really like a piece of paper, folded at any angle.

The right guard took action with thousands of swords, but he didn't even get a sword.

"What kind of martial arts are you?" The voice of the right guard echoed in the air, spitting out one word, but the other word changed direction.

Fengyun Wuji felt a trace of emotional fluctuation for the first time from this person's tone, which was a kind of extreme depression and helplessness.

"Willow catkins follow the wind."

Fengyun Wuji said it casually.

Suddenly, the phantoms in the sky disappeared, and not far from Fengyun Wuji's side, the man in gray appeared, and a wide gray robe danced with the wind.

"With this peerless body, you have become an invincible enemy. No matter how strong my sword is, I can't hurt you."

After saying that, he raised it, and the thrown scabbard flew up from the ground and went straight into his hand.

choked! The long sword entered the sheath, and the man in gray robe walked to the depths of Youming Peak without looking back.

"I will come to you again when I restrain my sword spirit and no longer have a trace of eroes!" The voice is insipated, but there is no trace...