Xing Wudao's breathing began to be heavy, and his hands clenching the big knife involuntarily increased his strength, staring at the figure that loomed with the wind and snow, this strange and dangerous feeling was something he had never experienced since his debut. The more abnormal, the more dangerous, the more nervous, the more you need to give it your all, this is the philosophy of life that ten years of death fighting has taught him.

Finally, after a long period of vigilance, the erratic figure appeared five meters in front of him, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, as if he was an old man, with a dark yellow numb cotton coat, which was a little eye-catching in this snow-colored world, and the slender eyes that were deep in the sockets gave Xing Wudao an awkward and vigilant feeling.

"Pretending to be a ghost!!" Xing Wudao forcibly suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and his long-standing figure suddenly burst out, letting go of his steps and running wildly, taking the old man in front of him, and every time the soles of his feet landed, he was deeply immersed in it, perhaps because of anxiety and nervousness, the offensive was a little messy, but it was still fierce.

It's a pity...... The old man in front of him still looked at him so coldly, without any intention of dodging, nor did he have any posture to fight back, letting Xing Wudao rush wildly, and let the big knife slash violently.

Whew, the big knife tore in, but ...... Air?? Xing Wudao was caught off guard and couldn't retract his strength, his footsteps were slippery, and he fell to the snow in embarrassment, his heart was alert, and he suddenly rolled up, but he never saw the old man again.

I obviously captured his position just now, and I should have hit, why did I find that he was still not far in front of me when the steel knife fell just now, not under his own blade, there was a strange feeling similar to spatial dislocation.

Is it the influence of the wind and snow, or is it your own delusion?

Xing Wudao's vigilance increased again, he clenched the big knife in his hand hard, and said in a deep voice: "Senior, this is the battlefield of duels, and you are not welcome to attack in this way." Do you dare to come out? I will entertain you with this big knife in my hand. ”

A strong cold wind struck, rolling up the snow and flying, but Xing Wudao tried to keep his eyes open, not daring to let go of any slight abnormality. But just as he was collecting with all his might, a deep voice sounded in his ears without warning: "Close your eyes and feel with your heart, you will see more clearly." Sometimes, trying to keep your eyes open is the culprit that blinds your consciousness. ”

Xing Wudao turned around violently, and the big knife in his hand slashed fiercely, but ...... Syllable...... The right hand holding the knife was suddenly clasped by a force like iron pincers, and the hard force exploded violently, without feeling any severe pain, but the hand suddenly lost its strength, and the steel knife immediately fell out of his hand. Xing Wudao's heart shook fiercely, and what was even more trembling was that the old man was facing him head-on, only half a step away, and his long, deep-set eyes looked straight at him.

When did he show up?? With your own alertness, you don't even feel anything?

"In the yellow sand, I am the master, and in this wind and snow, I can also be the master." The old man's lips didn't move, but the voice clearly reached Xing Wudao's ears, and it was at this moment that his right hand tightened, and it was like thunder that went straight to Xing Wudao's throat.

So fast!! A chill rushed straight to his head from his heels, Xing Wudao was a quasi-level emperor after all, a quasi-level emperor cast in the death fighting arena, at the moment when the old man made a move, the strength of his body exploded like a hurricane, there was no deliberate struggle, no embarrassment to resist, his left hand was clenched violently, and he went straight to the old man's chest.

Abrupt emergency, precise and precise.

Poof, a sharp pain swept across Xing Wudao's face, and there was a feeling of wetness. The wind and snow were still howling, but there was no figure in front of him, and if it weren't for the severe pain that followed on his face, he even wondered if the scene just now was an illusion.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and I am the master. Wind and snow world, the same is the master?? Xing Wudao muttered this strange whisper, picked up the steel knife again, and looked around vigilantly, the feeling of danger became even stronger, what is the origin of this old man?? Despite taunting him for pretending to be a ghost, what kind of terrifying speed and control does it take to be able to navigate his own lockdown?

After continuous searching, Yu Wenhong finally saw Xing Wudao's figure, but when he quietly approached, he was surprised to find that Xing Wudao's cheeks were bloody, and his frowning brows were full of vigilance, as if he was alerting against something. At this time, Yu Wenhong caught a glimpse of a dark yellow shadow in the cold wind and snow, although it was only a flash and was quickly covered by the wind and snow, but it was clearly imprinted in his sensitive eyes.

It's him?? He shot??!!

Good!! In today's battle, the big picture has been decided!!

"Xing Wudao, I wish you all the best. Tomorrow on the Qingming Festival, I will put a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of your grave. With a burst of ecstasy in his heart, Yu Wenhong couldn't help laughing, turned around and rushed to other corners of the battlefield.

There are no scruples in your heart, and you can let go of your hands and feet unscrupulously to hunt other prey. Without Xing Wudao's interception, this battlefield would be at his own disposal. This feeling is refreshing.

Well?? Xing Wudao was attracted by the sudden laughter, caught a glimpse of Yu Wenhong's distant figure, and was just about to turn around to pursue, when the dark yellow figure reappeared in the depths of the wind and snow. "Your name, black list ranking."

"Xing Wudao, the thirty-second quasi-emperor on the black list."

“…… Quasi-Emperor...... Good prey ......" The indifferent voice drifted in the wind and snow, accompanied by a touch of killing intent, and the frequency of its figure began to gradually increase, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward, sometimes suddenly appearing in front of him, sometimes appearing behind him, the strange body style is amazing, but it is not light and fluttering, but with a bit of fierceness!!

With the high-speed transfer of the figure, the speed of the snow flying around the body became faster and faster, and even pulled the cold wind.

Xing Wudao's brows furrowed, and the vigilance in his heart increased!! At this moment, it is like being in the center of a blizzard, with snow flying and cold winds rolling all around me, almost isolating all scenes from the outside world. Not to mention seeing things clearly, even hearing and vision have been affected by the wind and snow.

An intense crisis invades the blood in the body.

He finally realized the horror of the old man, the strong cold wind, the misty snow, the slippery ground, the rugged mountain road, these external factors are affecting everyone in the audience, and also interfering with the play of everyone's strength, but the old man seems to be not affected at all, but there is a kind of integration into it, drawing the power of the wind and snow for his own use.

Easier said than done! This is to control the wind and snow in the world??!!

The almost fantastical scene really happened around him, and that kind of crisis was mixed with a shocking feeling, which invisibly interfered with Xing Wudao's originally hot will to fight.

Poof! When the intensity of the wind and snow surged to its peak, a figure slid past him, and before Xing Wudao could react, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in the rib cage, and the strong force almost tore him down.

His heart shook violently, Xing Wudao woke up violently, ignoring the bloody injuries in his ribs, his throat let out a manic roar, and he closed his eyes and brandished a broad broadsword as if he was crazy, he couldn't see or hear clearly, but the quasi-emperor's combat power exploded 100%, and under this crazy dance, the momentum was still extremely amazing.

As a quasi-level emperor who struggled out of the death fighting arena, he is not a simple berserker fighter, whether it is mental, or alert, whether it is speed, explosiveness, or long-lasting endurance, he is extremely strong, and he unreservedly swayed at this life-and-death moment.

The wind is howling, the snow is churning, surrounding Xing Wudao, the momentum is huge!!

This situation, which was different from other places, quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding battle circles, and while continuing the fierce fight, their attention glanced at this tornado-like area from time to time. The roar that came from within, the occasional scream, was mixed with wildness, determination, and pain.

Who's in there?? What happened?

This question appeared in the minds of everyone around, and they deliberately approached there, wanting to see what was going on, but they were surprised by the strange wind and snow there, and they could vaguely see a strong figure roaring wantonly, crazy dancing knives, but they couldn't see the existence of their opponent.

This heart-wrenching scene lasted for a full three minutes, and when the last roar came to an abrupt end, some of the grumpy wind and snow gradually began to return to their normal level, and the scene inside was revealed.

Bang, Xing Wudao knelt on the ground weakly, and the flesh and blood were blurred in many parts of his body, as if he had been bitten by something, and the blood was flowing everywhere, which was unbearable. A large wide knife pierced through the scarred body, especially in the snow.

Scarlet blood rolled down from the corners of his mouth, Xing Wudao's shaky gaze drooped down little by little, staring incredibly at the tip of the knife poking out of his chest, and a drop of blood slipped down the tip of the knife.

What just happened? finally caught the figure of the other party, and then it exploded with all its might, but ...... How could the broadsword suddenly disappear, and how could it pierce one's body from behind?? Who the hell is that old guy?? Is he really able to control the wind and snow?

He...... Be...... Emperor......

All kinds of doubts swirled in his mind, and he dissipated little by little, this big knife that had killed countless strong enemies, but at the moment it was frantically sucking his soul and physical strength, and finally ...... His consciousness fell into endless darkness, and his body fell limply in a kneeling position.

Xing Wudao??!! All the fighters and the members of the left hand of the god of death widened their eyes and looked at the scene in front of them, was that Xing Wudao? The pinnacle of fighters, the quasi-level emperor of the black list, how could it be...... Who killed him?? Who can kill him?

PS: The reward amount will break 50,000 again, and according to the agreement, four more will be exploded!! Brothers, come on!!