Chapter 391 The End of War 1

The gloomy wind roared, the vast atmosphere and black sand kept advancing between many vast mountains, and every place covered by the hurricane became the sphere of influence of the wind clan.

In the wilderness, a group of liberal masters flew in the air in a disillusionate manner. A thin rope tied their hands and trapped behind them, connecting them into a line. In the void in the rear, there was a vast atmosphere. Several hurricanes dozens of feet high connected the sky and the earth. Wherever they passed, the mountains were destroyed, and As the suction rose from the ground, the hurricane became higher and higher.

The struggle between the wind clan and many forces in the liberal faction has never stopped. Even when Feng Zun was chased and killed by the War Emperor, it was only slightly reduced.

In every battle, a large number of liberal factions die, but in the same way, as the victory of the war, there are also some people who choose to live between life and death, who will be regularly sent to the holy land of the Feng clan, where they will become the slaves of the Feng clan and live a life of less than the wind slaves. And the wind clan will also choose from them to join the wind clan and become a wind slave. If possible, after brainwashing, it will officially become a member of the wind clan.

This is the inevitability of any force to supplement consumption and grow itself.

If there is no accident, it must be gloomy and tragic to welcome the fate of this captured master of the liberal faction...

In the straight road to the holy land of the wind clan, a hundred-foot high mountain crosses it. From a distance, it is dark. On the top of the steep and steep mountain, the three men became horns. The leader sat in the void. Another old man in green robe and a white-haired man stood behind him with a sword in their arms. The three of them were silent and Chen was in front of the wind clan driving away the group of slaves.

"Who is it?" In the disordered atmosphere, a low voice shouted unhappily, "Get out of the way, otherwise. Humph!"

A group of liberal masters raised their heads, looked at the three people in front of them, and lowered their heads again, and their eyes were dead.

Along the way to the west, there are many hot-blooded soaring people, hoping to save them from the Feng clan. But he just gave up his own life, hope, and finally turned into disappointment again and again.

"You guys go quickly!" Among the prisoners floating in the air thousands of times, a middle-aged man with scattered hair and a haggard expression waved his hand to the three people, lowered his head and muttered, "...Don't give up your own life."

hoo!

A atmosphere shuttled through a group of liberal masters and blew to the three people on the top of the mountain in the distance without saying a word, which did not attract anyone's attention.

Oh!

A hand seemed to poke out of the underworld and went straight into the wind blowing from the side of the body. The wind suddenly stopped, and a hoarse struggle came from the wind. In the bulging palm of the white robe, a figure gradually changed from virtual to solid. In a moment, a man dressed as a wind clan appeared in Fengyun Wuji's hand, like an ordinary person, hanging in the air, struggling hard, and making a 'coo' sound in his mouth.

Fengyun Wuji looked at the wind clan in his hand indifferently. The wind clan, which had been struggling hard, was glanced at by him. I only felt cold in my heart and my whole body was very cold. Unexpectedly, he didn't dare to struggle anymore and let Fengyun Wuji clasp his neck.

"Don't dump some cleverness," Fengyun Wuji turned his head and looked at the stagnant 'army' in front of the mountain

"Sonor, or die!" In the pupils, behind a group of masters of floating liberal factions, the vast wind and sand were reflected, and the wind and clouds were indifferent.

"It's up to you, hum! Joke!" In the black wind and sand, a wisp of wind digested and turned into a human being, but it was the leader of this group of wind clan. Under the background of the amazing momentum behind him, it also seemed to be quite elegant.

"Det them, punish them to the dark river, bind them with wind ropes, and wash them with the wind day and night!" The leader of the wind clan was full of cold electricity, waved his hand, and the wind roared behind him. In the perception, a famous wind fish jumped out, turned into a demoradic atmosphere, crossed the void, and attacked the three people on the top of the mountain.

"Brother Simon, it's my turn!" The reflection of the Feng clan had long been expected. Feng Yun Wuji turned around indifferently, with long hair, slowly brushing in the atmosphere blowing behind him.

Ximen heard the words in the north, one side did not send, just stood with a sword, did not slowly take a step forward, just in front of Fengyun Wuji.

The pupil suddenly contracted, and the iron sword in Ximen Wuji's arms suddenly disappeared, and his right hand stretched out and appeared in his palm again!

Boom!

The sky and the earth are dark, and everything is hidden in the darkness. There is nothing to distinguish. On the top of the mountain, the west gate shines dazzling light all over the body. On the side, the outline of Dugu's injury-free and wind and clouds is invisible and changeable in the light of the eyes.

A blazing sword light several feet wide, rising to the sky from the hand of the west gate in the north, cutting through the sky from the top of the mountain, covering the earth's sword spirit, covering the range within thousands of miles...

Ah! ~

Screams came from the dark, and the atmosphere that came from the sky suddenly subsided and turned into a light smoke.

After Ximen stepped into the god level in the north, Kendo was recreated! The control of the sword created at the imperial level has reached a state of ecdominating. Although a group of liberal masters and those wind clans are above the front line, Ximen Yibei can accurately control the scope of the fall of the sword spirit in the backless sword spirit, so that a group of Feng clans were killed by Ximen Yibei with a sword. At the end, the bones were burned by the high temperature of the sword, but a group of liberal masters were not hurt at all.

"This, is this...really?" The huge change of celestial phenomena made the faces of the thousands of captured liberal masters finally have a trace of human breath. They raised their heads one by one after another, looking at the empty sky in disbelief, and there was no Feng clan around him.

Buzz!

Fengyun Wuji flicked his index finger, and a shuttle-shaped sword shadow broke out of the air. There were several turn among the masters of the liberal faction, but listening to the sound, those special ropes of the wind clan that trapped a dry master of the liberal faction were disconnected...

The figure on the top of the mountain shook, and the three people had disappeared without a trace. Only the masters of the liberal faction stood still. They couldn't believe that they were really saved...

"Wuji..., we

It's too cruel. Does it show the orthodox status of Princess Youruo? Will it be better?

"Lonely senior, I know you can't bear it, but only with a quick knife can you cut the mess. Even if we did that, today's result is the same - the chaos of the wind clan must be calmed down as soon as possible. If the means are too gentle, Feng Zun will only think that we can't bear it in our hearts, and will only get an inch. At that time, I'm afraid that we have no choice but to kill all the way

"Alas... As you said, where are we going to the next place?"

"Let's start from the outermost part of the Feng clan. In the initial stage, there must be no soft hand. Only when the Feng clans are really afraid will they seriously consider what we said later!"

......

Kill! Kill! ! Kill! ! ......

There is no choice. Maybe the previous Fengyun Wuji can't do such a thing. Even if it is like the Feng clan, after a series of things, the naive idea has long faded from his heart. The cruel environment and the objective overall situation can only accommodate an indifferent and cold heart.

Within one day, the twelve forces of the Feng clan were destroyed, and the gap between them was very short.

West gate attack, lonely defense, both of them are stepping into the extreme of the deviation. Although they have not been at the god level for a long time, they can't be often tified.

Between the two people, the whole journey is like a broken bamboo, and it is difficult to have a close enemy. Often with only one sword, the whole situation has been determined!!

God-level, god-level! ...West Gate Attack, Dugu Defense. It has shown the divine power to the extreme, with the hegemonic spiritual power of Fengyun Wuji, looking at Taigu, who is invincible with such a combination?

In the far west, the desert wind and sand swept to the east, and the howling of Fengzun trembled in the whole extreme west.

Kendo, on speed. When you can dominate the world, in all kinds of martial arts, you can be respected proudly. One attack and one defense, and two swords will come out, then the war will be settled. The sphere of influence of the Feng clan is constantly shrinking, and the Feng clan can't figure out the whereabouts of the three people at all.

"Everyone, all of them, must find out who this force is?!!" In the holy land of the wind clan, the roar of Feng Zun shook the whole underground wind clan, and a large number of wind clans gushed out...

Under the Ximen sword, the Feng clan has always had no living mouth, so for a while, the Feng clan was one day later. The number of forces that destroyed several wind palaces is unknown.

But after all, the wind clan has some power, those who have experienced this matter. And the surviving liberal master finally confirmed a message:

The force that killed many wind clans. There are only three people who use Kendo. As for those three people...

In today's world, in kendo, there is only the Sword Pavilion of the past!

Some people recognize the three of them. It's not someone else, it's the three masters of the sword domain. The sword god is unscrupulous, the sword demon is alone and unharmed, and the sword saint Ximen is in the north!

The news leaked and spread to the world, alarming all forces.

The sword domain is not the original establishment, or several sudden disappearances, and reappearances, every time, it is such a sensation. The decision of the master of the sword domain is the most puzzled by many forces. In the chaotic time, the sword domain stood up, but in the chaotic time, it announced the closure of the mountain. At a certain period of time, he made some actions that made other forces a little panic...

Everything, no matter what, everyone believes that the decision of the sword domain must be reasonable. So, what about this time? ......

"Feng Yun Wuji," in the cave, Feng Zun was so angry that his steel teeth tightened his teeth. He banged and slapped the stone case on one side, "It's you again!!! ..."

War clan.

In the dark corner of the War Emperor's Palace, a shadow meandered out like a snake. The shadow came out of the light, but it was a young man with a pale face. He was the teenager possessed by the demon of war who was killed by the sword of Ximen Yibei.

It's just that now, the teenager's hands are no longer trembling, but with a strange smile on his face. The teenager's eyes looked through the heavy ice wall at the white sky outside the Palace of the War Emperor, and was a little excited: "Ximen Yibei..., hey hey, I will definitely Kill you temporarily!"

hiss!!

In the dark corner behind him, the shadow surged, making the sound of monsters tearing the ground...

In the mountains and fields, the mountains stand. Among the most majestic mountains, a dark and majestic palace exhibition stands on it. Many disciples extend from the top of the mountain all the way to the foot of the mountain. After the rough mountains and rocks, the banners fluttered. In the mid-air and clouds, countless masters of the liberal faction floated like Mountain.

In the ring arch of many disciples, he is about forty years old, with a white face like jade, a Taoist crown on his head, and three sps of beards on his chin. On the green robe, the king of light of the light is printed with several scorching sun sitting on a sudden mountain stone, and below is like a

"Brother Dao, are you really going?"

"Well, I had to find him. At the beginning, I should have gone, but the sword domain suddenly disappeared, so I gave up," Da Guangming Wang Yangzun beside him, a man with black hair and a wide black robe dragged to the ground nodded and said calmly.

"Alas! ..." Da Guangming Yangzun looked up at the clouds and suddenly sighed.

"Brother Dao, why do you sigh?" Lei Yuan, the scholar of this cyanode, said strangely.

"I'm just worried, Brother Dao, I'm afraid I'll never come back here again?"

"How can it be?"

The king of the Great Light said: "The skill of deduction for my brother... If the Taoist brother makes up his mind to make this trip, I will not stop it."

On the edge of the cliff, there was silence. For a long time, Lei Yuan stood up slowly. Xu Feng came towards him, and the wide black robe danced endlessly.

"If so, then let's see you again!" After all, Lei Yuan suddenly opened his arms and fell from the cliff.

Boom!

The sky and the earth suddenly darkened. In the sky, thousands of snakes danced together, and the road covered the sky with silver and electricity. In everyone's attention, a huge lightning split from the clouds and fell on the head of Leiyuan under the cliff.

Thunderbolt! ! ~