At the same time that Gao Shun and the others in the north began to speed up, Lu Bu and Gao Zhi, who Lu Lingqi was thinking about, were still stuck in the second place of Chang'an Yiwu.

On Lu Bu's side, the Xiangguo Mansion, which had just slaughtered Dong Zhuo, withdrew from Chang'an and rushed to the direction of Yiwu, preparing to support Gao Zhi according to the original plan.

And Gao Zhi, who was temporarily "forgotten" by Lu Bu here, was even more upside down with the sword master Wang Yue, who was entangled with the sword master Wang Yue because of some comprehension.

"No, it can't go on like this." After fighting Wang Yue again and parting, Gao Zhi secretly thought to himself.

He has devoted himself to martial arts, and he is thinking about ways to learn from Wang Yue.

Holding each other like this will obviously expose more and more flaws, Gao Zhi's eyes condensed slightly, and finally decided not to keep his hand anymore, try it once, Wang Yue's ability to demonstrate!

His spiritual power was constricted, and as soon as Gao Zhi's heart moved, a white color began to appear on the surface of his arm, as if he had been splashed with white paint.

Opposite him, Wang Yue, who had calmed down, was struggling with whether to stop there.

Just when he was hesitating, a cold wind suddenly blew across his cheeks.

This was a trivial matter, but it was too common for a cold wind to blow at night in the mountains.

However, this cold wind that blew quietly seemed to be just the beginning.

Immediately afterward, countless cold winds blew by, the speed became faster and faster, and the momentum became more and more powerful, and finally converged into countless whistling air currents, sweeping all the surrounding leaves, and surging frantically upward.

Under the sparse starlight, there was a large five-meter-high lóng juàn fēng in the night sky, hovering and whistling in mid-air, sweeping wantonly, forming a terrifying vortex covering most of the night sky, as if it wanted to extract all the air from the woods below.

Those crazy upwells of air are dividing into several strands, converging in different directions.

Faintly, you can see the six slightly smaller lóng juàn fēng, which are gradually taking shape in different directions around them.

“....”

Wang Yue, who stood with his sword closed, looked at the scene in front of him a little speechlessly.

The sharp sword with sword intent that he had just slashed out didn't even take a few breaths to support it, and it was completely drowned in the roaring storm.

However, this does not mean that he has lost to the other party.

As a strong man with rich experience in actual combat, Wang Yue had already begun to regulate his luck at this time, slowly recovering the physical strength that had passed before, and his gaze in the surrounding storm barrier was a little dignified.

It is not an easy thing to simply use qi to form such a huge lóng juàn fēng.

Gao Zhi also used the same ability he demonstrated before, which was similar to spiritual power!

However, Wang Yue is not without a choice.

Because just before he hid in the eye of the storm, but when he saw Gao Zhi after he slashed this blow, his face turned pale by a few points, his body was also shaky, and he almost fell to the ground, obviously looking like he was overexerted.

Therefore, in this case, he believes that this lóng juàn fēng will not last long, as long as the opponent's physical strength is exhausted and the wind power decreases, he can rush out in one go.

It's just that he doesn't want to do this, because, unexpectedly, he also faintly feels something... It's time for a breakthrough!

Through Lóng Juàn Fēng, Gao Zhi looked at it, Wang Yue's unclear figure, and his expression was unusually calm.

What Wang Yue expected was not wrong, at this moment, whether it was physical strength or the maximum load of his body, he had reached the limit.

The soreness of his muscles reminded Gao Zhi of this all the time, and Fang just held the spear and slashed out the right hand of Lóng Juàn Fēng, the tiger's mouth had been completely cracked, and blood was constantly dripping downward.

It seems that his physical condition can only allow him to strike another blow at most, and after that, whether he wins or loses, he may no longer have the strength to lift a finger.

But.

It's enough to hit that.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head again, and when he looked at the center of the eye of the storm, Gao Zhi's eyes had gradually brightened.

I came to the back of the giant lóng juàn fēng, and looked around, and the six small lóng juàn fēngs that gathered the surrounding air currents were fully formed, swaying slightly under the night sky.

"It's time......"

Gao Zhi was ready to withdraw the moves, after all, it was just a competition, and their purpose was only to help them comprehend the moves, and now, now that they had seen the results, there was no need to continue.

"Don't withdraw! Let me break it. It's just that, unexpectedly, before Gao Zhi made a move, Wang Yue stopped him with a voice.

At this time, there was a hint of excitement flashing in Wang Yue's eyes.

The next moment, a fierce momentum quietly rose up around him.

This momentum is like a sword qi, silent, but if you are immersed in it, it is really sound.

It's like, the wind is whispering......

"It's now!"

When the momentum accumulated to the peak, Wang Yue's pupils suddenly condensed, and he let out a low cry, and his wrist strength suddenly burst out.

The right hand on the hilt of the sword finally tightened at this moment, and immediately changed speed abruptly, and the wooden sheath was unsheathed.

His eyes were fixed, but he did not hesitate at all, and quickly drew his sword, as if he was flowing with clouds, only to see the cold light flash away, and the sharp sword in the wooden sheath was finally unsheathed, and instantly turned into an afterimage, wrapped in extremely powerful momentum, and slashed straight ahead!

Wrapped in the sound of the wind that lingered on the side, it rose slightly, and suddenly cut out!

In a flash!

As this sword fell, the airflow in the low air was stagnant, and immediately an invisible sword qi roared from the tip of the sword, pressing down with an irresistible momentum.

Airplanes!

With the slash of this sword, a sharp sword qi that was clearly visible to the naked eye suddenly pierced the entire night sky, spreading mightily into the distance, setting off a terrifying aura like a torrent.

Everywhere they passed, whether it was trees or dirt, they were all crushed into powder by the huge pressure difference in an instant, and at the same time, the six lóng juàn fēng, which had been floating in different directions, rose up one after another and converged towards the center.

Rumble!

The storm finally officially came, and the seven lóng juàn fēng deliveries collided, making the movement set off by the air wave just now seem so insignificant at this moment.

The trees shattered, the starlight was chaotic, and on the edge of the aftermath of the air waves, the sword rays spread out like a giant python, and even the woods hundreds of meters away were instantly submerged by the roaring waves.

In this environment, just standing on the ground and not being swept into the sky by the wind is already a great challenge.