Two clouds of light, one red and one white, galloped from a distance, constantly colliding in the air, emitting dazzling sparks and a sharp wind roar, which was extremely piercing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Wind-Willow Kill!"

A cold voice came out of the white light, and then looked carefully where the white light was, it was clearly a cloud of bayonets swirling in the air, rapidly changing shape in the air, forming a willow ribbon of smoke, which seemed to be soft, but actually killed the secret cloth, and the cold killing intent shrouded the entire space, floating towards Zhang Lang.

"Fire - Sea of Waves!"

In the firelight, Zhang Lang roared wildly, his body galloped out, his hands kept shaking in the air, and countless sparks formed a red wave along his palm, rippling forward.

The flame was tyrannical, it could burn the iron and stone into boiling water, but it could not stop the cutting of the wind, and the knife array woven by countless white wind blades instantly penetrated the sea of fire and was close to Zhang Lang's chest.

"Boom!"

Zhang Lang suddenly stood still at his feet, looked at the wind gust close at hand, snorted coldly, the spiritual energy on his body exploded, and the sea of fire that had been penetrated in front of him was like lightning and turned back upside down, like a red bowl cover, almost sticking to the tip of Zhang Lang's nose, deducting the wind into it.

The wind was extinguished by the flames.

Li Muzhi's face turned gloomy, and then his heart was even more gloomy, not because of Zhang Lang, but because of another man standing in front of him and staring at him indifferently.

Cold!

Just at a glance, there is a biting chill rushing towards you, like an iceberg of white bones, from the inside to the outside, except for indifference, it is cold.

Jun Malu just stood still, staring at Li Muzhi with a blank expression, there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in his eyes, the beating of his heart, and the rate of breathing did not change at all, except for his eyes locking on Li Muzhi, there was no radical behavior, he was waiting, waiting for Qin Hao's instructions.

Li Muzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and from Jun Malu's body, he felt a strong threat, which was a sense of panic that he could only have when facing an enemy who had a strong threat to his life.

"This man is very strong!"

Li Muzhi stared at Jun Malu and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" What is the purpose of bringing me in? ”

While asking, Li Muyi quietly looked around, looking for a way out, and at the same time glanced at Zhang Lang on his side, a pair of eyes stopped slightly on the other party's black blindfold, and he hadn't found a chance to ask some questions.

And at this moment, his face suddenly turned to the side, because he saw that Zhang Lang's eyes did not look at himself, nor at Jun Malu in the field, but in another direction, and most importantly, he saw undisguised fear in Zhang Lang's eyes.

"What is he looking at? Could it be ... And one more? ”

Li Mu's heart trembled fiercely, Huo Di raised his head, and looked at Zhang Lang's line of sight, on the tip of a 20-meter-high tree in the distance, a man in black stepped on a thin branch with his feet, like a pair of suckers sucking on the tree, shaking silently with the wind, indescribably weird, and the pair of red writing wheel eyes suddenly reflected Li Muzhi's pupils.

"The eyes ... Yes, this person is the person behind the scenes, who is he? He's not from Qingyun Sect? What does he want to do? ”

Li Mu's heart was horrified, there was still a person, and it felt even more weird, dangerous to the extreme, a series of questions in his mind seemed to be answered, and then, there was another new series of questions, and a deep sense of crisis.

One-on-one, Li Muzhi asked himself, Zhang Lang is not his opponent, with one to two, Li Muzhi has the confidence to retreat, which is also the confidence that he dares to chase Zhang Lang along the way; And with one to three, Li Muzhi suddenly understood that if he didn't escape, he would have no chance.

"Run!"

Li Muzhi's body twisted abruptly in place, and a half-foot-long wind blade shot towards Zhang Lang, and at the same time, his toes touched the ground, like an inconspicuous catkins, and his steps strangely drew an irregular trace on the ground, and he dodged to widen the distance between him and Zhang Lang.

"Senior Brother Li, it's finally here, why rush to leave?" Qin Hao said substantially.

As soon as the words came out, the three people on the ground reacted in three ways, Zhang Lang's breath suffocated suddenly, and he almost exclaimed: "Senior Brother Li? He was called Senior Brother Li Muzhi just now, which means that he is a disciple of Qingyun Sect? How can it be? When did such a terrifying disciple come out of the sect, and no one knew. ”

Li Muzhi was also like being struck by lightning, his heart was shocked, and the speed he had just mentioned was almost interrupted by a voice, this voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember, and the other party's figure, appearance, and the pair of eyes, he swore that he had never had a shadow of this person in his memory.

However, this man calls himself a senior brother, and 。。。。。 The tone in this sentence is obviously that he has seen himself before, damn, this person is not lying, so who is he?

Who the hell is it? Why can't I remember?

Who is it? I've heard this voice, I must have heard it somewhere...

Ignoring the shock in Li Muzhi and Zhang Lang's hearts, only Jun Malu had no waves in his heart, but was just carrying out the extraneous meaning in Qin Hao's mouth - to stop Li Muzhi!

"Bone veins - ten fingers piercing!"

Jun Malu leaned forward, his toes quickly connected the dots, and each step stepped out of dozens of meters, as if teleporting, forming a white line on the ground, and instantly caught up with Li Muzhi, ten fingers flicked forward, countless white bone bullets, each of which seemed to be a processed bone bullet, showing a streamlined cone, piercing the air, bringing out a line of white smoke, shooting towards Li Muzhi.

So fast!

Li Muzhi's vest was cold, the biting coldness, and the strong wind set off, like a giant palm with compressed air hitting his back, making his clothes stick tightly to his back, so that it was not cold.

Now is not the time to be shocked, let alone think, Li Muzhi's pupils shrank into a pinpoint, this distance, with the speed of the other party, there is no way to escape, Li Muzhi snorted coldly, the long sword that had been carried on his back was automatically unsheathed, and was caught by his backhand, his wrist shook, and a hurricane turned.

The sound of tinkling, clanging, clanging, and the sound of metal echoing is endless, like a splash of raindrops, but every drop is surprisingly strong.

"Wind Blade - Cutting Clouds!"

Li Muzhi waved his sword with one hand, wielding the blade impermeable, not to mention the raindrops, even the air could not be splashed, and at the same time, the spiritual energy in his body was surging wildly, and the other hand pointed into a sword, aiming at Jun Malu lightly.

A sword qi shot out along his fingertips, like a fantasy and a reality, the sword qi of the wind spiritual energy, like a white cloud that could not be seen and touched, passed through the hurricane and shrouded Jun Malu.

The sound of sizzling filled the air, it was the sound of clouds cutting and corroding the air!