The face of the man in the shadow of the man in the clothes turned cold, and the atmosphere condensed into ice for a while. He stretched out his hand and waved again, and a large wind whirlwind rose out of thin air, gradually combining with the surrounding wind attribute spiritual power, turning into a large tornado, which contained countless stars of dark blue light.

The tornado elongated and elevated, roaring over the earth with a wild and violent energy. The ground seemed to be unable to resist such devastation, and countless cracks spread out. Tornadoes are like sharp blades, slicing haphazardly through the ground.

The dirt was swept up by the tornado, and was torn into powdery dust by the strong force, staining the tornado with a layer of brownish-black. The broken grass and leaves struggled in it, but in the end, it was no match for the fate of splitting into small pieces.

The tornado swept swiftly in the direction of Li Wuming under the control of the man in the cloth. But...... It's still too slow! A hint of mockery flashed in Li Wuming's eyes: "It's as cumbersome as a cow!" Am I not going to hide? ”

He stomped abruptly, and the earth exploded under his feet, splashing like water, leaving a large black crater in its place, and then the whole person flashed to the side like an arrow from the string, leaving a brilliant golden light behind him.

The extreme speed left a golden afterimage behind him, and the sound of the air explosion radiated like ripples. In just an instant, he "moved" to a distance of two hundred meters, but Li Wuming's eyes did not show any color, but his face changed greatly!

Because he keenly caught a smile at the corner of the man's mouth! It was not a look of dodging a trick, but a smile like seeing the prey caught. The man in the cloth smiled sarcastically, and pointed forward with the cane in his hand: "Broken." ”

The next moment, the tornado shattered like glass, scattering into countless cyan shards. The cyan light of the slag was reflected in Li Wuming's eyes, getting bigger and closer, gradually revealing their crescent-like form.

It was a myriad of wind blades. Each wind blade was as long as a man's arm, and it struck Li Wuming like a flying knife in the sky, making a loud sound that tore through the air. Wind blades swooped in from all directions, blocking all of Li Wuming's escape directions, like countless sparrows taking food.

Li Wuming's face was solemn, but the movements in his hands did not stop. Pinching out the magic trick, a golden light flowed out and spread from his palm, quickly covering his body, as if a skilled craftsman had plated a layer of shining gold on his body.

In the next second, the wind blade slammed in. Dozens or hundreds of wind blades hit Li Wuming as he ran, hitting the sun-like golden plating on his body. The wind blade was a hundred times sharper than the sword, but it couldn't shake the plating, and it made a crisp clanging sound on it, and then shattered into a small wind whirl.

At the same time, some wind blades affected Wen Jin and the others who were shrinking aside. The sharp knife-like wind blade cut on the golden shield, splashing ripples in bursts, Wen Jin blocked in front of several people, breathing a sigh of relief, the shield looked stormy, but in fact, it could still hold on.

Li Wuming, who was secretly paying attention to the side, took a long breath and turned his head to look at the man in the cloth. Although he didn't want to admit it, the man in the silk coat could be described as superb. "The situation must be salrived." Li Wuming's hand shook like a willow branch, and the golden mangs surged.

……

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" With a shout, the crowd in the street spread out like ants. Red firelight crept in and out of the windows and doors like snakes, and the glass was blasted open by the powerful heat wave and scattered like sand.

The blood-red fire reflected in the eyes of the face man, and he was in a trance for a while. He didn't come forward to help, he didn't do anything, he just stood where he was, looking at the scene simply, like a shadow man, standing.

A person hurriedly ran out, passed by the face master, looked at him alone, and anxiously dragged his flowing black robe: "What are you still doing here?" Run, do you want to die here? ”

The face man opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and was a little sluggish for a while. He tried to pull the cigarette gun out of his robe, but found that his hands were shaking, like sifting chaff. He laughed to himself and reached out and pulled out his cigarette gun.

"Eh, I said you, what are you smoking at this critical time, run away!" The man shouted anxiously, wanting to run with the noodle master, but he was dazed to find that he was not moving, as if he was only dragging a stone pillar.

"Thank you." The face man muttered in his mouth, and the meaning and emotion contained in it were only understood by himself. The man looked him up and down, as if he were looking at a freak. The fire spread, and the man, like a frightened rabbit, jumped up and ran.

The noodle man lit the smoking gun with the flame lit on his finger. He smoked a cigarette while looking at the burning house, as if looking at a memory. The firefighters came. They took water bladders and threw them into the fire one by one.

"If that's the case then...... That's it. The face man smoked a cigarette, and the flames burning in the cigarette gun seemed to be tangled with the fire in front of him, crackling in his ears. He watched quietly, the shadow growing in the firelight.

Then, he made a shocking move. He lifted his feet and walked towards the burning house. In the crowd of people fleeing like the sea, he is like a small fish swimming against the waves, wrestling with the waves.

"Who are you? Get out of here, it's dangerous here! "Someone stopped him." Thank you. The face nodded to him, and just when the man thought he would retreat, he was stunned to find that the face was still walking towards the burning house, walking slowly, like walking on the way home.

"Don't ......," the man's words came to an abrupt end. With a wave of his hand, it was as if an invisible wind and waves hit him, blowing him up and falling to the ground. Under the man's frightened gaze, the face man stepped into the house step by step, and his figure was engulfed in flames.

The flames licked through the man's robe like a tidal wave, but failed to ignite it. The man's robe seemed to be insulated by nature, or the flames were afraid of him. He calmly walked into the flames, and suddenly saw a picture.

It was a woman, holding a child in her sleep, eagerly walking down the stairs. The crackling sound woke up the child, and he turned his head to look around blankly, his crystal eyes shining: "Mom, this is ...... What's wrong? ”

Mian Ye stretched out his hand, hesitantly trying to touch the woman, but his hand passed through. "I'm walking in my own memories." He suddenly realized that there was some fluctuation in his heart, and his steps paused, and then he walked forward calmly, and the black robe behind him floated on the ground like flowing water.

With the blazing flames in his hands, he walked up the stairs step by step.