Chapter 313 The birth of Zhao Wuji

"Sword God, I didn't expect to meet us again so soon, right? Haha..."

A young and handsome man stood in the forefront and smiled at Feng Yun Wuji. Behind him, two other cold-faced young men followed him closely. They were the outstanding disciples of the new generation of the Zhan clan, the three heroes of the Zhan clan: Zhanhe, Zhan Yan, Zhan Jue.

"Put them free, or you will die!" Fengyun Wuji said coldly, and his right hand clasped the fifth sword gallbladder.

The laughter of the three stopped abruptly. The young man in the forefront, Zhan Jue, one of the three heroes of the war clan, raised his finger and pointed to the dense war clan children behind him and said, "Want to kill us, hum, didn't you see it? Let's talk about it after defeating them!"

"In the knife field, so many of you god-level masters have not trapped me. Do you think you can do it?" Fengyun Wuji said coldly, the fifth sword gallbladder in his right hand had stood up, and a cloud of sword spirit burst out several feet from the fifth sword gallbladder.

"Better your hands, your disciples, we'll let them go!" Another young disciple of the war clan suddenly said.

"Do you think I'll be so stupid?" Feng Yun Wuji stared coldly at the war teenager, Zhan Yan.

"This can't be up to you! Think about it yourself!" After Zhan Yan said that, the sword in his hand was horizontal, and it was already on the injured neck.

Both Chisso and Ximen Huanran were sealed and could not move, but both Chisso and Ximen Huanran looked at Fengyun Wuji, and the meaning was undoubtedly revealed: Master, don't leave us alone!

Fengyun Wuji held the fifth sword gallbladder and the five-finger knuckle turned white because it was too hard, making a crackling sound: "Is this a threat?"

If Fengyun Wuji has anything that he can't stand, he is threatened, but the disciple is in the hands of the other party, which makes him a little afraid.

The war clan is silent, and Fengyun Wuji can escape from the hands of the War Emperor. This is almost incredible for the war clan that regards the War Emperor as a god. This itself shows the strength of Fengyun Wuji. Now that the War Emperor is not there, they are more or less worried about Fengyun Wuji.

Just when the atmosphere was a little stiff, a middle-aged man in a white robe with three strands of black whiskers, white as jade, and an elegant atmosphere came out. Facing the wind and clouds, he was slightly blessed and said in a loud voice, "Sword god, our emperor, please, come with me. I don't want

Fengyun Wuji's pupils shrank, and a murderous atmosphere burst out of his eyes. After the middle-aged man, a group of war clans stood up and protected him.

"Hahaha..." The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile, "Go down. The sword god is already fierce outside and internal. His current strength is not as good as the usual eleven."

Everyone was stunned, and there was a roar in Fengyun Wuji's mind, and his body was shaky. Although he tried his best to hide it, he still did not hide the eyes of the man in front of him. This man has been hiding among the disciples of the war clan, attracting his attention with the three heroes of the war clan. The deep

Ximen Huanran and Chi hurted. When the middle-aged man heard such a fact, they were all stunned and quickly looked up at Fengyun Wuji.

Feng Yun Wuji was silent, but his demeanor obviously revealed the reality.

Whether it is the previous idea to imitate the Demon Lianzong, or the later idea to imitate the War Emperor, for Fengyun Wuji, the true qi consumption is huge, and the idea imitation has advantages and disadvantages. Just like when simulating the Demon Lianzong, because the Demon Lianzong was seriously injured at that time, it seems that he even simulated his physical Therefore, even Fengyun Wuji was injured.

Nowadays, as the middle-aged man said, Fengyun Wuji can't give full play to one-tenth of his usual strength at all. No matter how powerful the realm is, it is difficult to exert his complete power without the support of Zhenqi.

"Even if I can only play one-tenth of my strength, it is enough to deal with you!" Fengyun Wuji lowered his head, his long hair fell from his forehead, dragged the fifth sword gallbladder upside down, and walked out step by step towards the dense warriors on the opposite side. In three steps, the awe-inspiring momentum emanating from Fengyun Wuji alone was actually above the momentum of the warriors on the opposite side. One side However, it vaguely resists and achieves balance.

Da!

Fengyun Wuji took another step. With only one step, the momentum emitted by Fengyun Wuji was like a stormy wave, rushing to the children of the war clan on the opposite side.

Ah!

With a burst of exclamation, countless warriors closed their eyes at the same time, staggered back and retreated again and again. Only the middle-aged man with three ps of beards stood still in the field, but his robe was also bulging. In his eyes, he obviously showed shock. This momentum, as he expected, should be used That's it!!

At the moment when the warriors closed their eyes and retreated, Fengyun Wuji's body moved, like a surge of electricity, brought countless phantoms, and disappeared in the air. The three heroes of the war clan all moved in their hearts. The subconscious backhand was cut out by three knives, but only half of the knife was cut out, Almost at the same time, the true qi that was about to be cut out was abruptly stuck in the chest and could not be transmitted to the sword. This knife could not go up or down. Not only could it be cut out, but it made the true qi of the three people disordered. After being devoured, wow, each spit out a mouth .

"Sword God, please stay for the time being!" The warrior's face was cold, and there was a trace of sharpness in his eyes. His robe danced, his body shook, and he had already cut into a blurred figure dozens of feet away, which could no longer be kept invisible...

With two people on his back, there is one under the ribs. Fengyun Wuji's speed is inevitably affected. If there are some clues, he will be seen through by the warrior's face. An unparalleled cold knife gas in front of him is cut head-on. The knife gas is not approaching, and the air around him is already

Sweeping the air is almost suffocating.

Just when Fengyun Wuji was faced with the choice of whether to put down the two people to face the enemy or to be stabbed by him, a cold shout suddenly came from the sky: "Who dares to hurt my brother!"

A blue figure's clothes fluttered, and it rushed from the air like lightning. In the air, it was already a slap!

A tide-like cyan strength rolled down from the air. The terrible palm wind was not yet approaching, and the wind pressure generated made the children of the war clan suddenly feel like a huge mountain range. As soon as the body, the bones of the whole body trembled, and they were in their hearts. They shouted angrily and shouted angrily at the same A more powerful Zhenqi soared down from above, and Zhenqi was unexpectedly pressed back to Dantian...

At this time, the warriors were so angry that they were faceless. The general's face also changed. He no longer chased the wind and clouds. He turned his sword and swept away towards the terrible palm wind in the air!

Boom!

A sound like a landslide and cracking. Under the pressure of the palm wind, the whole ground within hundreds of feet collapsed and sank, and the dust was as high as a hundred feet. The war disciples in this range screamed one by one, rolled up by an incomparable pressure, swept out in all directions like a scarecrow, and the Out, the magnificent knife gas was tightly sandwiched into powder by the green tide pressed from the air. After the gas smashed the knife, it hit him directly and heavily, as if hit by a comet. The warrior of the war clan screamed, his mouth sprayed blood, and his body drew a long arc in the air like a meteor. Throw it out from afar...

A sound of clothes dancing came, and a green shadow slowly fell to the ground through the thick dust fog, but disdained the children of the war clan behind him.

Fengyun Wuji then untied the acupuncture point of the two people, raised his head, and looked at the man in blue robe who suddenly stretched out his hand. An unusually familiar feeling surged into his heart, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The man in green robe turned the corners of his mouth, showing a faint smile, so he stood in front of the smoke and dust, quietly looking at Feng Yun Wuji.

"What? Don't you know me?" The man smiled. Under the wide sleeve robe, two white palms stretched out, covered his lips and glanced at his beard. He laughed and said, "Look again!"

Fengyun Wuji's chest expanded sharply, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and his right index finger pointed to the man in green robe: "You...you...you are Zhao Wuji, Brother Zhao!!!"

"Hahaha...isn't it me? Brother Wuji, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really want to die!" The middle-aged man did not go to Zhao Wuji, who had been closed for a long time. After saying that, Zhao Wuji opened his arms and strode to meet him.

Fengyun Wuji also looked very excited. He strode up. The two laughed and hugged each other tightly. A feeling of seeing his relatives moved in his chest, which made Fengyun Wuji feel extremely warm.

"It's been a long time... hundreds of thousands of years..." Fengyun Wuji patted Zhao Wuji's back and said.

"Yes!" Zhao Wuji also returned his fist, and his expression was also sighing: "I thought a thousand years was enough, the secret of the sky... It's really profound. I've been until now, and I've achieved something... As soon as I got out of the test, I came to you around, afraid that you would be swallowed by some ancient beast..." Speaking of this, Zhao Wuji also laughed: "Do you remember how we met?"

"How can I not remember?"

The two of them let go of their hands, held their arms, and looked at each other. Their eyes were wet.

In Fengyun Wuji's eyes, Dugu and Ximen are like left and right arms. They are help. Ximen is a friend, Dugu is a friend and a respectable epha. What can really be called a brother is only Zhao Wuji in Fengyun Wuji's heart.

Really speaking, the guide of Fengyun Wuji after entering the ancient times is still Zhao Wuji, not the leadman, the old man who is obsessed with swords.

For Zhao Wuji, who is scattered by nature, he rarely interacts with people at all. Most of the time, he spends wandering in ancient times like a tramp, or depends on his master. Only Fengyun Wuji really intersects with each other. In Zhao Wuji's heart, Fengyun Wuji also occupies a considerable position.

"I asked someone to give you the second volume of the secret of the sky, you should have received it!"

"It's because of the second volume of the sky secret you sent, so I just got out of the customs and had to close the customs again! This closure is hundreds of thousands of years! ...I remember that at the beginning, you were driven around by those monsters, but now you are the lord of the sword domain, a prince, on an equal footing with the other four fields... Alas, life is really impermanent. No one can expect what will happen in the future!"

"Yes!" Feng Yun Wuji also sighed: "As you said, at the beginning, a bird could make me run away. As soon as I flew up, everything was shattered. I was very confused. Even I didn't know what to do and what I could do? ...The world is really changeable!"

"Well, we can get together again today. You and my brother will have a drink together, and you won't get drunk..."

Fengyun Wuji smiled and said, "When did you like to drink, and here, where did the wine come from for you to drink... Well, I haven't seen you for hundreds of thousands of years. It's really incredible that you have finally set foot on the divine level. The supreme martial arts is really extraordinary... However, it's better to clear Let's go."

After saying that, Fengyun Wuji turned his head. Zhao Wuji was stunned, and then came to his senses. He shook his big sleeve, snorted coldly, and slowly turned around...