Outside Songhai City, the clouds have gradually spread, the raindrops fall one by one on the dry land, as if there is spirituality along the cracks of the soil deep into the land, a little bit of moisturizing the creatures on this land, under the cover of night, maybe no one will ever pay attention to the traces they have left, the autumn leaves in the night wind silently fall, the piling up of leaves, the dissolution of leaves, the cycle repeatedly, the cycle continues, becoming the best nourishment here, some bald branches, the cold rain flows through a little, Quietly infiltrating it, there will be new green blooming here in the spring of the next year.

The birds in the forest, it seems that the feathers are wet by the sudden rainstorm, the original light gliding and flying, at the moment it becomes a little difficult, the two slender wings, in the raindrops quickly up and down, but still seem so swaying, some feathers have been beaten down by the raindrops of this bean, lonely scattered and silent air, in the darkness like the ghost of this dark night, aimless, unrestrained, wantonly enjoying this moment of soaring in mid-air.

Ling Yu fell softly, as if touching something, there was a slight pause, but after a moment, it changed direction and still rippled with the wind.

――Click――

With a thunderclap, the purple dragon pierced the sky, and with this moment of sudden light, it seemed that there was a black shadow galloping at high speed in this mountain forest, with a tall figure, pitch-black hair, and an abrupt white on the bridge of the nose, which was Yan Hong's mount [Chasing the Wind]!

The Longquan sword has been carried behind his back at this moment, a cyan hat is becoming clearer and clearer under the strong electric light, and the slender black hair completely covers half of the face under the hat, and he can't see the expression clearly, Xie Zhiyun has been leaving the little sage village for almost two hours, and seeing that it will be time soon, Yan Hong's heart is becoming more and more anxious!

One person and one rider left all the people who came with him behind, which is also thanks to the god horse chasing the wind, you must know that such BMWs are all purebred horses native to the desert, in the Central Plains, especially in the coastal Qi country, it is absolutely impossible to find such a BMW, and there are already Fu Nian and Yan Lu presiding over the overall situation within the small sage village.

This way, Ye Wuxian and the ovary and dozens of Confucian masters followed Yan Hong, but Yan Hong broke away from the team halfway through, chasing the wind with all his might, and instantly opened the distance, Ye Wuxian and the ovary looked at each other at a glance and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Now Yan Hong is also brisk when he rides down alone, but the feeling in his heart is getting heavier and heavier, and he can't care about any horsepower at the moment, and he has full technology to drive the horsepower to the maximum, but fortunately, chasing the wind is now in the growth period, and there is a lot of potential to be tapped, otherwise he will be tired to death, even so, chasing the wind is still snorting rapidly.

――Puffs――

There was a muffled sound, and suddenly a black shadow slipped from the sky, after the lightning, the mountain road was still pitch black, that is, the rain curtain in such darkness had already been connected, crackling and irregularly smashing on the ground seemed to have been out of control, and it seemed to show a hidden trace of tyranny.

In the midst of this noise, Yan Hong stretched out his left hand, and the objects falling in the air were held by him steadily, and they had come to his eyes in a flash!

-- Herod --

With his right hand firmly clamped his legs around the horse's belly, he chased the wind in the violent wind and rain, and his whole body stood up, and he stopped abruptly in the blink of an eye. The majestic chirping echoed in the mountain forest.

――Qiang――

A steady turnover, Yan Hong has dismounted, in an instant Longquan has been out of the sheath, fluorescent light flows in it, the rain falls on the sword blade, and it turns into nothing in an instant, the rain curtain is still spotless in the sky, the sword blade trembles slightly like a bloodthirsty beast that has been hidden for a long time, venting its thirst for blood to the fullest, it has been silent for too long, it needs to kill to release its feelings, the sword has a spirit, and the best way to cultivate spirituality is blood, sacrifice the sword with blood, spirituality naturally came into being!

In his left hand, holding the wings of a small bird, a meteor dart pierced its body, and a ray of pity flashed in Yan Hong's eyes, which seemed to be a mourning for life and a farewell to one of his friends.

Not bad! This little bird is released by Yan Hong, since swallowing the phoenix marrow, the power of the phoenix has turned into the bloodline, deep-rooted, and has become a characteristic of the bloodline.

And what Yan Hong is doing now is one of the wonderful uses of the phoenix marrow, control!

Controlling the sky and controlling all the birds in this heaven and earth, Yan Hong is only initially assimilating the power of the phoenix pith now, but he has not yet absorbed the huge aura in the phoenix marrow, but he is only suppressed in the dantian.

But now, the birds sent by themselves are killed by such artificial means, which can only show that it is not simple here!

A bloodthirsty smile gradually climbed up the corners of his mouth, holding the meteor dart in his hand and spinning it seemingly aimlessly, a wisp of cold light loomed under his eyes, this dart, déjà vu, remember the first time I saw him was on that night, the six dogs beside Zhao Gao?

"Looks like there's something to play tonight."

The dart in his hand seemed to be thrown out at random, but it turned in a strange arc in the air and swirled towards a branch behind him.

"Your things, in my opinion, are better returned to their original owners, are you right?" "Get out!"

The corners of his eyes swept over the trembling branches, but the next word had already used the lion's roar skill that he had learned in his previous life, and the roar was like thunder, and the holding whirled for a long time.

――Stinging――

The sound of clothes breaking through the air is especially clear in this dark night, and the footsteps have changed, it has become the gossip style of the Nine Palaces, the cycle of heaven, endless, within nine hundred and eighty-one steps, it is a heaven and earth, let me control it, let my eyes evolve,!

This is the beginning of the Tao, one glance is the enlightenment, and one step is the Tao. In a word, it is to follow the law, in the later stage of the Wufeng realm, the traces of the Tao can already be derived vaguely, and when you truly comprehend, you are the beginning of the Dao!

As if it had stopped, five strangely dressed masked people seemed to be looking at Yan Hong, standing with their swords, the smile on the corner of their mouths was still cold.

"Why is it only the five of you, and where is the old blind man?"

――Hoohoo――

The wind is blowing! Tonight, the sword will be unsheathed, and blood must be drunk!