Chapter 369 Sword Name, Wind

On the way from the snowy ice hall to the knife field, it was covered with ice and snow. On the ice and snow, a woman with the appearance of a falling wild goose staggered forward in a hurry with another group of light gauze women. From time to time, she looked back, and her face was angry, painful and hatred.....

The ice and snow are long. On this endless flat snowfield, the vortex rolls the snowflakes one by one, gently drifting, and the low wind roar is heard by a group of women, but it is in danger, and there is no more terrible sound than this.

Ao Hanyan's face was covered with a light veil, and his heart was full of pain. He looked around wanderingly, as if every place might be the embodiment of the wind clan. The recent massacre still clearly appeared in my mind...

"Master!..." Two lines of tears slipped from **'s eyes, and the majestic voice seemed to echo in my mind: "Do you dare to disobey me? Let's go, let's go!..."

The woman with a calm face and a calm face in her arms, with an invisible warm power, arrogant Hanyan didn't understand. Why? The master would rather die by himself than let himself bring this woman out?

Why are countless seniors, the snow splashing in the sky, but they can't do anything, and they can't even see the enemy. They can only wander around and lead a group of fellow sisters to run to what the master finally said...

"Smoke. The master only has one last wish. I hope you can help me be a teacher... Cough... Send her to the hands of the War Emperor... Even if you die, you must do it for the teacher... Otherwise, if the teacher is underground, he will not forgive you!"

........

The master's harsh voice still seemed to echo in his ear. But————

"But, master... I can also take her to the knife field. Can you still fulfill your last wish?....." Ao Hanyan muttered, her eyes were wet, looking at her tired and tired, still immersed in the pain of destroying the door, the humiliation of her teacher, looking back at the pursuers who did not know where they were hiding in the wind, all pressed on her thin shoulders, making her feel unprecedented heaviness.

In the chest, a cold breath spread to my heart, which made Ao Hanyan's heart shaken up. He cheered up. His white and beautiful palm stroked his chest and muttered in his heart, "This is our last trace of hope, Master, you must bless us!"

Cold beads in the snow. Ao Hanyan originally thought that this was the foundation treasure of all the women in the ice hall who practiced the mental method. She was clear and condensed, and there was no other use, but she didn't expect that he had another name --- Ding Fengzhu!

Except for that person, all the wind clans that are close to a certain range of Dingfeng beads are all cracked and died! It's this snow bead. Let Ao Hanyan rush out of the siege of the wind clan with the last group of disciples of the Ice Hall. It's just a pity. The effective range of Dingfeng beads is not very wide, and the deeper the world is determined to practice the wind demon, the less the impact of Dingfeng beads on it. When it comes to the realm of Fengzun, the role of Dingfeng beads can be ignored.

"If you want me to spare your life, give me the war concubine! You can't run away..." A cold voice is like a ghost. With the roaring wind, the position of the sound is uncertain, and the sound is high and low. It is the wind general who chases all the way.

Ah!!

A bursts of exclamation came from his ears. From the faces of his fellow sisters, Ao Hanyan saw a burst of fear - the means of the Feng clan were too cruel.

"Even if we die, we can't imagine that we will succumb to you!" A woman in the ice hall suddenly roared hysterically with extreme hatred.

Oh!

A sharp wind crossed under the neck of the disciple of the ice hall, and the woman's eyes were suddenly full of ferociousness. Her white jade-like hands tightly stroked the slender and delicate neck. At both ends of the hands, a thin blood mark suddenly emerged from under the skin. Then, a large amount of blood gushed out of the woman

Sneer!....

In the eyes of all the fellow sisters, the woman's body slowly fell to the ground...

"If it's a dream!....." The group of women shouted angrily and rushed over. Ao Hanyan closed her eyes in pain, but her face was indifferent. At this moment, everyone could be weak, but she could not...

"Don't think that the wind beads are in your hand. There's nothing I can do with you. Although I can't help you, you have to be a fellow sister, and it's still not difficult for me!" The wind made the cold sound come again from the void.

"It's all up to you, saint, whether the life of a group of junior sisters is important, or the life of an unrelated woman is important. Think about it yourself!"

Ao Hanyan's chest fluctuated sharply, and his lips were tightly squeezed.

"Give me the woman in your arms, come on! ... Do you want them all to die?" After waiting for a long time, Ao Hanyan still squeezed his lips tightly, and the wind seemed to be impatient. Finally, he said harshly, and a murderous atmosphere was revealed in his voice.

"She's dead because of your stupid decision!" Another sharp wind cut out and shot straight at a row of ice hall women who were close together. By the time of discovery, the sharp wind had already pushed under the neck of the front ice hall woman.

"Don't blame these women for your own bloodthirsty killing." An indifferent voice came from the void. Almost at the same time, the sharp wind suddenly folded and disappeared into an empty void.

Countless light spots appeared in the void not far from the cold smoke. Those light spots were reorganized incomprehensible according to certain laws. In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds have condensed into shape.

"Who are you? How can it be the wind demon body of my wind clan?!! The wind will come from all around with a shocked voice. This kind of body gathering and random ability is only available at the high level of the wind clan, but this kind of body of wind and clouds seems to be different from that of the wind clan!

"Wind demon body?..." Feng Yun Wuji's face woke up. After being said so by the wind, Fengyun Wuji suddenly found that the sudden appearance of the ability seemed to be a little similar to the wind body of the wind clan! Of course, it's just similar. At least, you don't have the ability to attack in this dissipating state. And the wind body of the wind clan does not seem to have the ability to travel through space!

This state of trance did not last long. Fengyun Wuji temporarily put down his deep peeping at the matter, glanced over the corpse on the ground, and fixed it on Ao Hanyan's face. Fengyun Wuji finally breathed a little relieved

"Cold smoke saint, don't worry, I'll deal with this man!" Feng Yun Wuji said indifferently that the voice was not very high, but it had an invisible and stable power.

At the moment when Fengyun Wuji appeared, Ao Hanyan was surprised and seemed to believe his eyes. At the same time, after a long period of pressure, his body and mind suddenly felt extremely empty and tired.

Thinking of the master's strict voice, Ao Hanyan cheered up, nodded slightly, and said in a stable and almost inhuman and indifferent tone: "Thank you"

A doubtful look quickly passed through Feng Yun Wuji's eyes. He clearly knew that the woman in front of him who had socialized with him seemed to have always had an unknown burden in her heart, which made her suppress her own nature all the time.

"No matter who you are? This is the internal affairs of our family. You'd better not intervene!" Fengjiang's voice revealed obvious hostility and penetrated into the ears of the two people.

Feng Yun Wuji snorted slightly when he heard the words, and then closed his eyes like lightning. When he opened it, he had quickly turned to somewhere in the void, and his eyes emitted a bright light.

"How is that possible?" At the end of Fengyun Wuji's eyes, the earth wind integrated into the natural atmosphere of the void surged into his heart, and a sense of danger that the frog was stared at by the snake surged into his heart. He did not believe that Fengyun Wuji could find his own body so easily.

The moving place of the mind has been integrated into another atmosphere, but almost at the same time, Feng Yun Wuji's cold eyes followed him, and at the same time turned to the direction of his dodge.

Once, twice, after so many times, Fengyun Wuji finally said, "Aren't you tired of it yet?"

Fengyun Wuji's right robe danced, and his palms grasped towards the void, and a harsh sound came like gold and iron friction. In the void around Fengyun Wuji, there were scratches one by one. Under the scratches, a whole piece of space separated from the surrounding space and went to Fengyun Wuji's palm.!

ling

A loud and sharp roar came out, and extremely fine winds burst out of the space in all directions. A series of winds pierced the space and burst into the surrounding void.

Hmph!

Feng Yun Wuji snorted coldly, and the tightened five fingers suddenly grabbed and pushed, and the detached space dispersed. His right hand was held in the void, and a narrow invisible black sword was held in his hand. Fengyun Wuji suddenly held the sword in both hands, and the fluent sword fell off...

A narrow black arc crossed the void. After crossing, it was when a wisp of wind surged under the sword mark. A strange cry came, and the wisp of wind suddenly accelerated. By a slight difference, it passed under the sword mark cut by the long sword of the shadow. It surged from all directions and gathered at one point. The atmosphere suddenly converge The man in white suddenly appeared.

The wide robe was evenly scattered on the surrounding ground, the amazingly long white hair was pulled straight, and the radiant was evenly scattered over the snow-white robe.

There is no doubt that the man who appeared out of thin air must be the wind. The strange makeup is very different from the wind clan in the impression of Fengyun's inorganic. The long white hair is longer and much longer than the Qin demon. From the direction of Fengyun's inorganic, it is impossible to see the man's appearance at Cover it.

The shaking sound of the robe came to his ears. The robe scattered within a circle of one foot shook like a wave, and a trace passed up from the edge. Under the robe, the body of the man in white slowly stood up!

choked!

Two pieces are less than two fingers wide, and the tip of the narrow and bright knife, which is more than ten feet long, suddenly stabbed out from the snow-white long method of the man in white. When the blade stabbed out, a few strands of soft hair broke off and floated in the void...

Oh, under the robe, the man's hands moved wrongly, and the two long blades were connected together. The body suddenly turned around, and a handsome and slightly evil white face was reflected in the inorganic pupils. This face, even if the woman saw it, would be jealous...

"This sword is famous!" The wind will slowly stand up, holding the two tips of the knife in both hands, evil...