A stone monument made of lapis lazuli stood in the middle of the road, and the wind left mottled marks on the surface of the lapis lazuli. The stone tablet www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion is engraved with the blood-red character "Forbidden", and several men dressed as servants stand far away in front of the stone tablet, like headless flies. When I saw Mrs. Feng, it was as if I had seen the backbone of the Lord, and immediately surrounded her.

Mrs. Feng's mood at this moment, she didn't care about etiquette, and asked urgently, "How is the master?" ”

An older servant pointed in the direction of the stele: "Madam, the master is there, and the situation is very bad." ”

The servant's cultivation was unblinking, and he didn't even dare to approach the stone tablet, so he could only stare at him from a distance. Madame Feng hurriedly walked to the stone tablet, but she didn't dare to take a step. It seems that the stone tablet is the so-called security, and even a wind-attribute magician like Madame Wind does not dare to cross the line.

The sharp wind knives became more and more dense, some the size of a palm, and even more than a foot long, scratched on the lapis lazuli stele, rubbing out sparks, leaving shallow traces. If this is drawn on a person, it must not be cut in two? Everyone could only go all out to hold up the defensive shield and resist the ubiquitous wind knives.

Not far from the stone monument, in fact, it was only more than ten meters away, and a middle-aged man in a cyan robe sat on the ground. Middle-aged people can see that they are very tall, and the range of attacks for tall people is much larger, but it is not because of this that middle-aged people sit on the ground to reduce the range of attacks.

The middle-aged man's cyan robe was full of cuts, and mottled blood stains were faintly visible. Even the handsome face had several scars, and his hair was messily draped over his shoulders, looking very embarrassed. It seems that the middle-aged man is own magic power has basically dried up, holding a magic scroll in his hand, and the defensive shield around his body has been crumbling, but he hesitated to tear it off in time. Maybe this is the last magic scroll, the last straw for him.

Mrs. Feng looked at the middle-aged man, and tears fell down: "Feng Zhilang, I'm here to accompany you......" said without caring about the danger, only the figure of her husband was left in her eyes, and she resolutely walked forward, ignoring the ubiquitous wind knives in the space.

Freya hurriedly grabbed Madame Wind: "Madam, slow down, you are sending death, think about the Dance of the Wind." ”

Mrs. Feng couldn't stop sobbing: "But I can't watch my husband leave alone. ”

Freya also felt a little: "At a distance of more than ten meters, I can bring your husband back, but Xiangxuehai, I need your help." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go outside right away." Xiangxuehai is the most leisurely, and there is not even a defensive cover.

Freya is not as bullish as Xiang Xuehai, and she can't care about hiding her strength, opening the natural attribute law saint-level defense shield, the wind knife can only be in vain in front of the saint-level defense cover. Freya and Xiang Xuehai walked forward step by step towards the middle-aged man, who was the father of Wind Dance, Feng Zhilang. In order to relieve the pressure on Freya, Xiang Xuehai walked in front and dissolved the wind knife in the space.

The distance of more than ten meters was only a few moments because there was no attack from the wind knife, and Freya and Xiang Xuehai had already come to Feng Zhilang. Seeing Freya and Xiang Xuehai, a green defensive shield around them, even a wind knife more than a foot long couldn't help it. The other little girl was even more amazing, she didn't even have a defensive shield, and when the wind knife approached, she either turned invisible or turned around and left. This is like a tuyere, it's like a walk in the back garden.

Feng Zhilang's shock, he didn't even notice that the defensive shield was broken, Freya didn't dare to be careless, and wrapped Feng Zhilang into his defensive cover: "Mr. Feng Zhilang, I don't have time to explain to you now, hurry up and leave with us." ”

The two beauties escorted Feng Zhilang back to the stone monument, that is, outside the safety line, and Mrs. Feng hugged her husband and cried bitterly. Feng Zhilang comforted Mrs. Feng instead: "Madam, am I not okay?" Don't cry, I don't know who these life-savers are? ”

Freya smiled indifferently: "Mr. Wind, we are friends of the Dance of the Wind, and we dare not be the lifesaver." ”

"Oh, the Dance of the Wind is back, I've snagged a few of you, Madame quickly set up a banquet for a few people." When Feng Zhilang heard that his daughter was back, he looked around and didn't see Wind Dance, and he felt very puzzled. According to the temper of the Wind Dance, it seems that something must have happened here when he heard that he was in danger, but now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, it is important to entertain the savior.

Xiang Xuehai looked at Freya: "Sister Freya, Mr. Wind, Mrs. Wind, I want to go to see the wind tunnel, is it okay?" ”

"Look at the wind tunnel?" Feng Zhilang was taken aback: "Oh, don't get me wrong. Although my family has lived here for generations, we have never claimed the wind tunnel as our own. The wind tunnel is naturally formed and belongs to all the magical worlds under the world, but you must have seen the power of this wind tunnel, so don't risk it. ”

Feng Zhilang just because of the expansion of self-confidence, he didn't control it for a while, crossed the safety line, and almost lost his life. With the experience of the past, he kindly persuaded Xiang Xuehai not to take risks. The little girl's disregard for the wind knives was shocking, but the wind tunnel was not comparable to these wind knives.

Xiang Xuehai looked at the wind tunnel, the sea of elements was churning in the space, and the cyan flower bones on the Magic Tree were ready to move. You must go in the wind tunnel to see it, otherwise you won't be at ease in this life. Xiang Xuehai's gaze was very persistent: "It's okay, I'll be measured." ”

Freya didn't mean to stop her, she just held Xiang Xuehai's hand: "Xiang Xuehai, you must be careful, my sister is waiting for you to come back, and we have to go home together." ”

Xiang Xuehai and Sister Freya hugged each other, resolutely stepped over the lapis lazuli stele, and walked towards the wind tunnel. Gusts of wind continued to blow in the wind tunnel, and the wind was mixed with cyan wind knives, and the wind was irregular, and the wind knives were still messy. But in Xiang Xuehai's heart, what is all this?

There are no shortcuts on the path of magic, even if it is a demon's qualifications, it has to be walked step by step. Without a strong heart, a great heart, it is difficult to overcome layers of obstacles and reach the top of magic. Xiang Xuehai let go of his heart, ignoring these wind knives and walking calmly towards the outlet.

The cyan wind knife was a pure wind element, and the eighty-one-rank golden lotus flower in the spiritual sea of the Xiangxue Sea was rotating automatically. As the golden lotus flower rotated, once the cyan wind knife approached the Xiangxue Sea, it immediately turned into a pure wind element, which was absorbed by the mysterious space and became the nutrients of the elemental ocean.

The surroundings of Xiangxue Sea were like an invisible space, and when all the wind knives approached, they disappeared silently. Even if it was a three-foot-long wind knife, it was obviously slashing towards the sea of fragrant snow, making Feng Zhilang, who was watching from a distance, scream badly, but the giant wind knife was still swallowed by space.