Chapter 62 Lonely Sword

Chapter 62 Thousands of new soarers, including the messengers, were all killed, including the action of the angel of heaven.

When Feng Yun Wuji learned this from Xiao Fei's mouth, the flame that had been half extinguished in his heart surged again.

Where is heaven? No one knows this, and Fengyun Wuji naturally doesn't know it.

Although the anger in his heart can't be added, Fengyun Wuji still retains his reason. The highest-ranking angel in heaven is just a two-winged fighting angel, and the higher-level angel did not come forward at all.

How strong the strength of angels is, and how strong the strength of high-level angels is, Fengyun Wuji knows nothing about it. The only news he can get is that the number of angels in heaven has never increased or decreased, about 10 billion.

Even the demon side is quite afraid of the power of heaven.

The demon is already very terrible, but heaven is still on the demon, which shows how powerful heaven is.

The incomparable loneliness and helplessness deeply strangled his heart, and Fengyun Wuji had to bury the anger deep in his heart.

After handing over everything in the Sword Pavilion to Chi Wound, Fengyun Wuji wore a white gown and drifted away. This time he was going to find a person, a strong swordsman - Ximen Chuixue.

The cold peaks stood, and the cold ice peaks were more than thousands of feet high at a glance. The cold wind roared, and a white snow fluttered between heaven and earth.

In the sky, a frightening white shadow slowly landed, standing proudly on the top of a thousand-foot ice peak in the wind. It's not the wind and clouds, but who is it? Fengyun Wuji did not deliberately suppress the breath on his body. The domineering and powerful sword spirit enveloped the whole Youming Peak within a thousand miles. Within three feet of Fengyun Wuji, the ice and snow floated by and automatically condensed into fine ice needles. After a short time, he fell straight from Fengyun Wuji and fell to the thousand-foot

Youmingfeng is the holy place of evil. Although Fengyun Wuji is not a person in the evil way, he is also a disciple of Hanchi Tianmo in name. At that time, not many people may have looked at him directly at him. At most, they just like the second volume of Xuanming on him. However, since Fengyun Wuji's Everyone began to pay attention to this person.

When he returned from the demon world, the whole ancient city was a sensation. The evil people near Youming Peak did not know that the new soaring man who rubbed the circle and pinched in those years is now the emperor-level master of the whole Taigu, the Sword Emperor! Fengyun Wuji's face was calm, and there was a faint color of falling and vicissitudes of life. He was dressed in a white robe hunting in the cold wind, as if he would return with the wind at any time.

The whole evil people in the Youming Peak clamped their tails under the deterrence of the Sword Emperor's realm. Recently, the legend of the night clan has been slaughtered by one person has long made these people understand that although the disciples of the Hanchi Tianmo are not the people of the evil way, the means are not much better than the people in the In the past, with the character of the evil person, he did not want to provoke trouble, let alone rob the mysterious book.

The powerful and unparalleled divine consciousness burst out, and Fengyun Wuji scanned all the movements within thousands of miles of miles over and over again. When the divine consciousness passed, the people who were scanned one by one were shocked, thinking that the vicious sword emperor was coming by himself, but fortunately, this domineering divine consciousness only passed by in a flash. Then he swept away, and Fengyun Wuji was obviously not interested in these millions of evil people.

What he is looking for is just one person, Simon Fuxue.

"You're here!" Feng Yun Wuji looked at the front, quietly behind him, and there was no sound at all.

"Yes, I'm coming! I've never left, except that time.

behind Fengyun Wuji, the gray-robed man, the right protector of the broken void slowly walked, and the hair in front of his forehead swayed back and forth as he walked, revealing a pair of eyes that appeared from time to time and had no black pupils.

"Is the broken Taoist Lord ready to send you to deal with me?" No.

It's not what I mean, it's what I mean. Do you remember my promise? After 400 years, I finally learned the sword without wind!" The sword without wind?" Fengyun Wuji said faintly and did not reply. He raised his head with his hands and said, "I didn't expect that you really learned the art of Tibetan style. It's really surprising."

With a long sigh behind him, the gray-robed man said, "I know, now, even if I learn the sword of the hidden wind, I am not your opponent.

However, I still want to pluck the sword, and we still want to fight.

A flash of appreciation flashed in Fengyun Wuji's eyes. Finally, he turned around, faced the man in gray robe, and said, "Tell me, your name?" With your status as an imperial master, you do have this right. No one has asked about my name for a long time. Only I still remember that my real name is Lonely Piao. You can do it!" Lonely? Ha ha, although you almost killed me, I was also blessed to break through the first level of the nine-turn life-and-death Xuangong. After careful calculation, you and I don't have any hatred, and you just follow the order.

I don't want to embarrass you. You are not my opponent. Go back.

If you can, I hope you can join my sword field.

Fengyun Wuji said loudly, the latter sentence is his real purpose. The lonely swordsmanship is very strange, concise and deadly, but there is no doubt that he is also a famous kendo master, otherwise he will not become the right guardian of the ruined hall.

Sword Domain, the most lacking at this time is the master.

"I can't leave the ruined hall."

Lonely and calmly said, "If you don't do it, I will do it."

"You do it!" Feng Yun Wu Ji said indifferently.

Lonely floating his right hand pressed on the scabbard, lowered his head slightly, and leaned forward. It seemed that he could pull out the sword at any time.

Tinkering! The long sword hanging from the waist of loneliness suddenly trembled and made a sound of swords. The face of the lonely ticket changed, and the hand holding the scabbard shook violently. He secretly took a breath. Lonely suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out.

choked! A cold light broke through the sky. In the black scabbard, a pile of sharp sword bodies were exposed, but as soon as it was pulled out about a foot, it could no longer be pushed out, and the whole sword body trembled violently.

Dugu Hong finally raised her head, and a pair of white-eyed eyes stared at Fengyun Wuji. A gray robe was windless, and her long hair also floated. The unparalleled sword spirit burst out of her body, and the hidden air outside her body gradually became distorted, and the scenery became blurred.

Fengyun Wuji held his head high and looked at the lonely red. Suddenly, his right foot stretched out from under his robe and slowly took a step forward.

Magnetic! This sound did not come from the void, but from the heart. In the feeling of loneliness and red, the wind and clouds stepped out with one foot, and the sword spirit soared in the surrounding space.

choked! With the sound of the sword, the half of the exposed sword unexpectedly re-examined into the scabbard.

"No one can pluck the sword in front of the Sword Emperor!" Fengyun Wuji looked at the lonely red and said indifferently... (Khan, last night, I slept all day during the day, and now I update a chapter. At about 9:30 p.m., there are two more articles to be sent. Please click to collect and recommend support.

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