The snow-white earth was covered with broken flesh and red blood, which was shocking!

After Gao Guandao killed the other party, he took a few breaths, and immediately grabbed the totem pole not far away, and with a whoosh, entered his hand.

"Dare to rob me of something!"

Gao Guandao snorted coldly, put away the totem pole, and his divine sense probed into the distance, suddenly his pupils condensed, and he pulled out his legs in the direction of the distance, and flew out.

The sound of breaking the sky, whistling!

The blue figure quickly disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

......

And not long after the Gao Guandao man left, a figure with flapping wings and a gray-black aura swept into the void where the young monk was dying, and suddenly stopped.

This person is naturally a wind clan, a man of twenty-eight or nineteen years old, eight feet tall, slender and straight, his skin is crystal like white jade without a single flaw, and his appearance is even more handsome to the extreme, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, jade trees in the wind, long turquoise hair, unusually neatly groomed, and in the middle of his forehead, he is wearing a treasure jade.

And unlike the indifference and hatred of ordinary Wind Clan monks, this person's dead gray pupils flashed with a cunning and playful smile, and he looked proud to control the overall situation and play with people's hearts. His realm is the middle of the king level.

Phew!

The young man of the Wind Clan who arrived raised his hand and tore it apart, just like Ye Bai, tearing apart the young monk's storage space!

This person is actually a Wind Clan monk who has cultivated the power of the divine soul?

After tearing the storage space, the Wind Clan youth glanced at it, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "The net worth of those Terran monks in the early stage of leaving the dust, although it is a little worse, is the guy in the middle stage of the dust. Not bad!"

After saying that, the person did the same, and collected the contents of the storage space.

"It's a pity that the Battle Immortal Halberd, one of the Seven Immortal Treasures in the clan, doesn't know which Terran monk it has fallen into, I, Feng Wuxian, will definitely tear open their storage space one by one this time and find it out. Wind godless waste, with the Battle Immortal Halberd, you can still lose!"

The self-proclaimed Feng Wu Immortal Wind Clan monk was talking to himself while collecting treasures, his eyes full of greed and contempt.

After receiving more than half of it, this person suddenly stopped his hand, glanced into the distance to the side, his eyes flashed, and said with a smile: "Wait until I solve the guy just now." I'll kill you again!"

The action sped up a few points.

Soon, Feng Wuxian took all the things in the storage space, and without stopping, he swept out in the direction of the high-crowned blue-robed Taoist.

......

As a Feng Clan, Feng Wuxian was born with extremely fast speed, and the Gao Guan Dao Man used self-harm to kill the young monk just now, so he didn't have a lot of effort. He chased him miles behind.

Gao Guandao's face was solemn, but he was not too flustered. After all, the other party's realm is in the middle of the king level, which is comparable to the middle stage of his separation from the dust, so it's a big deal to fight to the death, and there may not be no way to live!

Thinking of this, Gao Guandao's eyes were cold, and he was ready to turn around and fight!

That's it. The singing came from behind.

Song!

Above the snowy fields covered with war clouds, a song sounded,

Of course, the singing voice came from the mouth of Feng Wuxian, and outside this person, a strange Dao heart aura floated. In his hand, he was holding a two-foot-long yellow jade bottle, and on the surface of the jade bottle, there were two ghost patterns with iron locks, green fangs, and a smiling grin.

Feng Wuxian smiled in his eyes, a playful smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, his mouth opened and closed, and he sang a tune with a strange melody.

This piece is melodious but not high-pitched, full of affection in the hoarseness.

It seems that the lover is tearful, calling for the return of his lover, and it seems to be the heart-rending cry of the mother, calling for the return of the wanderer, and it seems to be an orphan and immature girl who has fallen into the dust, thinking of her father, tear-jerking.

As the song was sung, Feng Wuxian's cunning gaze gradually became blurred, as if he was intoxicated by his own singing and entered some of the most beautiful dreams!

This person's voice is extremely beautiful, as if it is natural, and he doesn't know what tricks he is playing.

After the singing was in his ears, the high-crowned Taoist who flew in front was still very vigilant at first, only as a sonic attack supernatural power.

But after a while, there was a look of doubt in his eyes, whether it was the physical body or the primordial spirit, there was no discomfort in the slightest.

"What the hell is this Wind Clan doing?"

Gao Guandao people are also well-informed, and there are countless big battles and small battles, but they have never met an opponent who comes up to sing a song to the opponent first.

In the midst of doubts, a strange feeling was finally born.

The feeling of grogginess suddenly rose from my mind, as if I was exhausted to the extreme, and I was about to fall asleep!

"Urging...... Hypnosis...... Technique?"

Gao Guandao's thinking seems to have slowed down, and the footsteps of flying have gradually slowed down, and his eyes have gradually become confused!

Behind him, the yellow jade bottle in Feng Wuxian's hand began to bloom with yellow glow, and a flow of air that rolled inward was generated at the mouth of the bottle, and he didn't know what he had received into it.

"Drink!"

The unusually bad feeling suddenly rose, and the clouds shrouded Gao Guandao's heart, and in the residual consciousness, he swung his sword with his right hand and slashed the little finger on his left hand!

Laugh at!

The little finger leaves his hand, and the blood splashes!

At the same time, a sharp feeling of pain came, and Gao Guandao was also ruthless and resolute, and even came up with a way to use self-harm to fight against hypnosis.

It's a pity that he miscalculated, even if he eliminated a little finger, the feeling of pain also hit, but the groggy feeling did not weaken at all, but with the other party's singing, it became more and more strict.

"It's not...... Hypnosis...... ...... Technique"

Gao Guandao's eyes were dull, and his consciousness was getting farther and farther away!

......

Disheveled!

Finally, Gao Guandao's eyes went dark, and he fell heavily towards the ground, slamming into the ground.

This person is not dead yet, but the pupils in a pair of eyes have been scattered to the extreme, as if he is an unconscious puppet body, gasping slightly, looking like he is still breathing.

The singing didn't stop.

Feng Wuxian sang as he swept to the ground beside the high-crowned Daoist, glanced at him with disdain, and pointed out with a finger. Hit him in the center of the eyebrow!

Burst!

Blood escapes!

Gao Guandaoren, a mid-stage monk who had just killed his own clansman not long ago, was easily killed in such an inexplicable singing, and I am afraid that not many people would believe it.

The eyes are wide open, and the eyes are not blind!

The yellow jade bottle in Feng Wuxian's hand was gone. The involution of the air flow also gradually subsided.

Feng Wuxian gracefully took out a stopper and covered it, put away the jade bottle with the treasure, glanced at the corpse of the high-crowned Taoist slightly, and said indifferently: "I actually regarded my soul-attracting song as hypnosis, and I deserve to fall!"

Laugh at!

Feng Wuxian raised his hand and tore it again, tearing open the storage space of the Gaoguan Daoist.

After smiling and glancing at it, Feng Wuxian pocketed the other party's things, and it was the totem pole's turn. The man snorted coldly, without words.

After collecting everything, Feng Wuxian turned his head in the direction of the side, glanced at it and said, "Now, it's your turn!"

Sou!

Feng Wuxian flapped his wings and flew away.

......

Above the snow, another figure was also flying forward. As if in a hurry, the action wolf bèi.

This man was a young monk of twenty-eight or nineteen years old. The handsome is like a woman, compared to the wind and no immortals, only passing, and nothing worse, but the skin is as pale as paper, like a dead person. A pair of eyes are thin and long, full of evil and awe-inspiring feeling.

And in his hand, he was holding an ice-white long knife, exuding a cold and cold powerful aura, a powerful spiritual treasure!

This person is none other than Dugu Han, one of the monks who followed the Broken Thorns. And the ice-white long knife in his hand, called the Sword, is an ice-attribute spirit treasure, one person and one knife, and it has a good reputation in the Nine Dead Star Sea.

Being targeted by the Wind Clan is obviously an unlucky thing, but although Dugu Han's face is tight, his eyes are shining with a cold glow, as if he is calculating something.

After a while, Feng Wuxian chased closer to within a few miles, and the song came again.

The sound of the heavenly soul wafted on the snowy field.

It seems to indicate that another Terran will fall into the hands of the Wind Clan.

Dugu Han was like a high-crowned Daoist, his speed gradually slowed down, and his pupils were dilated.

Bang!

After a little half a cup of tea, Dugu Han was also heavily planted on the ground, facing up on his back, still holding an ice-white long knife in his hand, but he couldn't see any sanity.

Feng Wuxian smiled proudly, and the song continued.

While singing, he walked to Dugu Han's side.

After arriving at his side, it was still a point!

Dugu Han saw that he was about to fall, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Dugu Han's scattered pupils suddenly condensed, bursting out with a sharp and fierce cold light, staring at Feng Wuxian viciously, as if he was not affected by Feng Wuxian's soul-attracting song at all, and at the same time, the killing aura on his body was great.

"Drink!"

Dugu Han burst out suddenly, slashing at Feng Wuxian with a knife!

The speed and fierceness of this knife can no longer be described in words, as if it condenses all the primordial gods and mana of Dugu Han!

"How is that possible?"

Feng Wuxian was so surprised that he was stunned when he saw Dugu Han explode, and after being stunned, this person hurriedly flashed to the side.

Unfortunately, it was still a little late.

Bang!

Dugu Han's knife was strong to the peak, and it slashed heavily on Feng Wuxian's right shoulder.

"Ahh

The screams were terrible to the extreme,

Dugu Han's knife directly cut off one of Feng Wuxian's arms and one wing from his body, shattering it into nothingness, and Feng Wuxian was seriously injured.

After being seriously injured, Feng Wuxian screamed and fled into the distance, knowing in his heart that he was too arrogant and underestimated the enemy after all, and suffered a big loss!

This person was seriously injured, and one of his wings was cut off, and the speed of the Wind Clan's body magic power was immediately greatly reduced.

Dugu Han chased after him, and caught up with him in just a few breaths, and with a slash, he slashed out wildly, not weakening in the slightest compared to the previous one!

Bang bang -

After a series of explosions, Feng Wuxian exploded and shattered into nothingness!

The matter of life and death, who would have thought that it would come so quickly.

......

Whew-

Dugu Han held the sword in his hand, breathing rapidly, as if he had exhausted his mind and body in order to kill Feng Wuxian.

After a while, Dugu Han looked at a certain place in the void, and the corners of his mouth suddenly outlined a deep smile, and said to himself: "The monk with the power of the divine soul is not the only one, I have already produced the spiritual crystal, how can your soul-attracting song lead away my soul!" (To be continued......)