The night is not young.

Feng Yi galloped through the woods against the wind, his eyes were blood-red, and there was only one thought in his mind at this time: find Mu Zi and take the snow spirit.

At this time, Feng Yi was like a bolt of lightning, nothing could stop him, God blocked and killed, and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha. Even at night, within a radius of 5 miles, those animals that inhabit it are disturbed by this evil qi and cannot sleep.

"Time is running out, you have to wait for me." He kept muttering, but he didn't know who the "you" in the words was.

"Heaven Slash." There was still a little distance, Feng Yi had already seen the inconsiderate entrance of the cave halfway up the mountain at the bottom of the mountain, and he didn't care about the distance too far, so he directly sacrificed a poisonous move. The strong air burst out from all around him, converging into a wind knife in front of him, slashing at Buzhou violently.

The latter was kneeling on one knee and offering his sword, his head hanging, his eyes closed, his lips tense, his hands holding the hilt of his sword, the tip of the sword stuck in the way. The darkiron was unusually cold in the dark, buzzing with a small wind.

Now is the time!

He opened his eyes suddenly, got up neatly, held the sword in both hands, swung the sword out from left to right, and volleyed towards the wind knife.

The wind knife was strong, and it took ten seconds to fight against the inconsiderate sword before it was split by the inattentive sword, and the dark iron made a clanging humming sound, this is a duel of masters! Even the sword began to get excited - it had been invincible for too many years, it had been shelved, and now it had aroused its feelings when it met its opponents.

It was not so much that it aroused the fighting spirit of the Xuantie Sword, but that Feng Yi aroused the poor fighting spirit. For so many years, Bai Li was still that warlike child.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the evil aura in Feng Yi's eyes had reached an uncontrollable level.

"Go crazy." Bu Zhou gently spit out the four words, and when he saw Feng Yi's appearance, he already understood a little in his heart. The mellow internal force, which was continuously lost to Qingluo, and then from Qingluo to Fengyi, did not run smoothly in the body, and it leaked out thousands of miles.

"Angry."

Feng Yi's index fingers clasped together, and the wind from the ground gathered from the bottom up, gradually converging into a whirlwind wheel in the void, as the whirlwind wheel rotated faster and faster, the volume became larger and larger, until finally it had rotated into a plane, as big as the plate of the sacrificial pig's head, impermeable. At the same time as the air told the friction, the surrounding area of the wind disk was already on fire.

The weak Muzi didn't know the situation outside the cave at this time, she could only look at the sky outside the cave through the gap around the cave entrance. The pitch-black sky, under the care of Fengyi's wind and fire plate, is bright and uncertain. When she heard that Feng Yi had gone mad, her heart "chuckled", she didn't know what kind of cruel appearance the young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes would look like when his face was full of evil at this time.

"Giant monkey monster, you protect her first." The wind was too strong, and even if it could dissolve most of its strength, the weak Mu Zi could not resist the residual strength brought by its wind.

When the giant monkey heard this, he picked up Muzi, and by the light of the fire, found a boulder in the cave as a cover, and hid behind the stone. The giant monkey carried the stone on its back, so that no matter how strong the wind was, it could not shake the stone.

"Put."

With Feng Yi's order, the wind and fire plate "swished" out, climbing up the ridge stone, and Mars dragged out a long tail of fire behind him.

Originally, Feng Yi and Buzhou were about 100 miles away, but the speed of the wind and fire plate was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at a place far away from Zhou Zhang, and everywhere they went was scorched by every inch of grass and the rocks were black.

Bu Zhou saw that the fire plate was getting closer and closer, and the wind with hot air was blowing in his face, making Bu Zhou feel a little difficult to breathe. He couldn't see the hideous expression on his childhood friend's face at this time, but there was no expression on his face.

But the sword in his hand did not stop dancing, and the tip of the sword drew gossip in the void. Originally, the air seemed to be still, but as the gossip was drawn bigger and faster, the air that seemed to be static was finally disturbed, and a whirlpool gradually formed.

With the hot plate approached, the whirlpool was formed.

The plate was directly sucked into the whirlpool, but the edge of the plate was constantly trying to break through the whirlpool. It's like an industrial guillotine used to cut steel, emitting sparks and the sharp sound of air colliding.

The two strands of air were moving violently, causing the temperature to rise slightly, and Mu Zi was worried that it would cause an air explosion and push the giant monkey monster. Letting the giant monkey monster protect its own head, Muzi bent his knees, put his head between his knees, and put the snow spirit between his thighs and calves.

There was a sense of uneasiness in the air, and the stones around him were trembling slightly with the violent current.

Bu Zhou still drew the gossip circle unhurriedly, dissolving the air flow of this hot plate little by little, just like not seeing Feng Yi who was about to crush the fist at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Feng Yi watched thoughtlessly and nervously, he felt that his qi was about to erupt, but it was difficult to gather those internal forces to deal with it, so he had to let the air flow slip away.

"Damn it." Feng Yi saw that the hot plate was dissolved, and burst out with a foul word, and then took out a roll of gauze and a dagger from his arms. The handle of the dagger is different from the handle of a normal dagger, it is like a cup handle, and the dagger is turned upside down so that the fingers can hold it steadily.

Feng Yi stared viciously at the figure standing diagonally above, wrapping the handle of the dagger around his hand with gauze. This is the hand-to-hand combat strategy he has figured out, and as long as he rushes to the front of Bu Zhou as fast as he can, and unleashes the dagger before he unleashes his sword, he wins.

The sword is long, but it can't take care of the close.

Feng Yi was like a cheetah lurking in the forest, restraining her breathing, the soles of her feet crushing the dirt hard, and her calves tightened. He knew that only by being like lightning, before Bu Zhou's sword fell, and getting close to Bu Zhou's body, he could use the attitude of a victor to let go of his former senior brother and then take Mu Zi away.

Night, darkness, but can't hide the greed of the cheetah.

Moment.

Feng Yi bounced out, and the scattered true qi was like a booster at this time, raising Feng Yi's speed to a new level.

It's going to be close.

Feng Yi's hand that helped the dagger had already been raised, and he seemed to have seen victory. If Mu Zi saw Feng Yi's face distorted by excitement at the moment, he would definitely not be able to believe that this was the beautiful boy who fell from the sky.

Bu Zhou still closed his eyes and listened to the movement. The world is too complicated, it is better to close your eyes, ten thousand swords are one, and you can only feel the power of thought. In all the dark pictures that Bu Zhou saw, Feng Yi was like a domineering aura, although he couldn't see it really, but he could capture it accurately.

"All swords are one!" Bu Zhou's eyes suddenly opened angrily, glaring at Feng Yi, who had already arrived in front of him, he took a small step back lightly, avoiding Feng Yi's personal strategy, and casually held a beautiful sword flower.

Ten thousand swords are one, throw away all the cumbersomeness, and hit with one move.

Suddenly, the sky brightened and darkened, followed by several loud explosions on the horizon.

Feng Yi's eyes dimmed, but Bu Zhou pulled out a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth.

It's raining.