After listening to the young man's explanation, the vampire leech was lying on the ground like a lost dog, the blood was still flowing from his throat, and it was his life that passed with it, he could understand the young man's words, but he couldn't believe it for a long time, he had been relying on and trusting the heart, blood, there was such a weakness, what made him even more angry was that it was a teenager who exposed this weakness, and today was just the second time they had fought each other. He looked up at the young man, for he still had a doubt,

"This girl pierced so many snow blades into my body, I can't be unnoticed?" This sentence seems to ask the boy, and it seems to ask himself, is it because he has been injured too much, so he is numb?

The young man stepped forward and looked at the vampire leech's pitiful eyes, then moved his gaze to his left arm, which was hanging to the ground, and said, "Because all of Xin'er's snow blades have pierced your left arm." Even though your left arm was kicked and your bones were broken, the blood was still flowing. ”

Because the left arm was kicked and the bone was broken, the pain of the broken bone masked the stinging pain of the snow blade, which made the vampire not aware of Xin'er's snow blade. This is the best part of the whole battle plan, and when this meaning is understood, the vampire's face is even paler and shocked.

"So that's it, I've been deceived. Only then did the vampire leech understand the boy's battle plan, Lin Dong's surprise attack kicked off the vampire's left arm, one was to make himself mistakenly think that the target of the teenager's attack was to break his own bones, so as to transfer his attention to Lin Dong, and second, the broken left arm could cover the slight pain of Jiang Xin'er's snow blade attack, just like that, the vampire leech unknowingly fell into the trap of the teenager.

After understanding everything, there was a complete sense of failure, failure without any complaints, the vampire leech knew that he had lost, he chuckled helplessly, "I didn't expect that my vampire leeches have killed countless people, and I didn't pay attention to how many strong people I had, and finally lost to a few little ghosts." It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. ”

"You didn't lose to us, you lost to your arrogance, and if you hadn't trusted your own abilities too much and ignored our attacks, we wouldn't have hit you so easily. Yang Ming didn't have any relents, he pointed at the vampire leech, and the light blade flashed with a cold light, "Say, who sent you?"

The vampire leech didn't answer Yang Ming's question, he just shook his head helplessly, "It's useless, I won't say it, even if you beat me by luck, but it's a pity...... The one who came with me is the legendary ghost, anyone who is targeted by the ghost will definitely die......" The voice of the vampire leech became weaker and weaker, and the blood flowing from his throat at this moment had already surrounded his body, and he was half of his body, it looked like he was soaked in blood water, and it looked extremely terrifying, "Hey, hey, you won, but you still can't escape death, I will wait for you in the underworld......"

After saying the last words, it was like saying his last words, and the vampire leech died in his hideous smile, and he became stronger by sucking blood, and he also died of blood.

Looking at the vampire leeches in the pool of blood, the teenagers couldn't recover for a long time, and at this moment, a violent shock and the cry of the raging wind suddenly exploded like thunder in the distant sky.

Following the prestige, I saw that between heaven and earth, several endless storms rolled up the tree debris and sand and whirled, connecting the heavens and the earth, looking extremely shocking, even if I stood in the distance, my heart trembled.

It was the place where Wu Jian fought with Zhu Hai.

"Yang Ming, what should we do?" the girl asked, grabbing Yang Ming's arm tightly.

Seeing that the teenagers were worried about Wu Jian, Que Qing said, "Let's go back, I'm also worried about Mr. Wu Jian." ”

After thinking for a moment, the young man looked at Xin'er's nervous little face, and Yang Ming said softly: "If the uncle is defeated, we won't be able to escape." It's better to go back and help the uncle, maybe there is still life. ”

The young man knew very well that the uncle was their only hope, if the uncle was defeated, Zhu Hai would soon be able to catch up with them, and he would not be able to escape no matter what.

Yang Ming glanced back at Zu Ze, who nodded, affirming the young man's thoughts. Only then did Yang Ming make up his mind to go back and look at the stormy land like the Shura Field in the distance.

......

Between heaven and earth, twelve storms of dust and sawdust whirled and swirled, and the tall trees on the ground, just grazed by the storm, were torn into debris by the violent whirlwind. Zhu Hai hid in one of the storms, waiting for an opportunity.

Wu Jian stood quietly with his head held high, he stood so calmly between the storms, his right hand kept pointing around, but all the stars shot out were blocked by the storm. It is impossible to break through Zhu Hai's aura with the help of the star alone, and can only break through the aura with the help of the power of the Pangu Mirror, but there are twelve storms around, and they are constantly changing positions under Zhu Hai's control, and Zhu Hai relies on the cover of the storm to come and go freely around.

If he can't find Zhu Hai's position, he will hit it with one blow, and use the Pangu Mirror and Qianhong in vain, he will only waste his Wu Yao in vain, and this is what Zhu Hai wants, he wants to slowly consume Wu Jian's power, and wait until the other party's Wu Yao is exhausted, and then give him a fatal blow.

Wu Jian knew very well what the enemy thought, but in the face of such a predicament, what could he do?

However, Zhu Hai's storm is not just a defense, I saw that the four storms gradually approached Wu Jian, as the distance approached, the storm rose against the storm, like a bulging balloon, at the moment of expansion to a pole, it suddenly exploded, countless wind blades, connecting heaven and earth, without the slightest gap, carrying the power that can tear through the rock, tearing at Wu Jian from all directions without dead ends.

There was no way, in the face of such an attack without dead ends, Wu Jian had to urge the Pangu Mirror again, Qianhong, with the help of Qianhong's power, his body turned into light, and he used the speed of light to avoid the speed of the wind.

The wind blades that exploded from the four storms collided violently in the air, and the moment they touched it, the entire space was almost shaken, even if it was a thousand pounds of stone, in the center of this storm collision, it would definitely be crushed into powder.

After a while, the wind gradually withdrew, but the whole space was still slightly rippling, and it was even more barren within ten miles around, not even an inch of grass and stones, only the bare soil that was constantly renovated, after the wind caused by the four storms dissipated, a strong light flashed in the space, and after the light stabilized, Wu Jian fell safely in place, and the thousand rainbows in front of him shone brightly.

Wu Jian's aura gradually began to fluctuate, this was already the seventh time he had urged Qianhong, at this moment, four small wisps of air not far away spun and rose, and after a while, the air flow suddenly surged, and in the blink of an eye, it became four huge storms with no end in sight.

A few years ago, Zhu Hai was ordered to assassinate General Zheng Guo in the south, he infiltrated the military camp alone, and with this move, not only killed General Zheng Guo, but also killed 30,000 soldiers in the military camp.

Wu Jian couldn't help frowning as he looked at the storm that had been generated again, "These storms are born and destroyed, extinguished and reborn, and each time the storm is destroyed, it can produce countless wind blades, defense, no leakage; ”

"General Mo, as long as there is a current, my storm is inexhaustible, I see how long you can dodge. Zhu Hai's voice came from the storm again, but under the influence of his heart, flags, and banners, the voice sounded from all directions.

Zhu Hai's words are not exaggerated, his mental image, utensils, tools, flags, have the ability to lead the movement of objects, as long as there is air around, he can constantly manipulate the air to rotate to form a storm.

Wu Jian knew the terrible storm Shura, he calmed down, carefully looked at the storm, there were a total of twelve huge storms around him, every half incense stick will attack with four storms as a group, after the attack, less than half a minute will be generated four more storms, one after the other, the cycle has been maintained, thinking to manipulate the twelve storms should be Zhu Hai's limit, and compared to the first attack, the speed of the storm gathering has also slowed down, but compared to manipulating the storm, he urged Qianhong to consume more Wu Yao, if he fights a protracted battle with Zhu Hai, he will definitely lose。

What should I do?

However, Wu Jian couldn't be allowed to think about it, at this time, four storms were approaching, and they burst out immediately, and countless wind blades roared again, facing the storm Shura, Wu Jian had no choice but to urge Qianhong again. I saw a ray of light as big as an aurora, and then suddenly disappeared, and after the extremely gorgeous disappearance of the light, the space was distorted and rippled again.

The aftermath of the storm spread far and wide, all the way to Yang Ming, but fortunately, Yang Ming kept urging Wu Yao to protect himself, so he was not blown away by the wind that the storm dispersed. The teenagers were prostrate on the ground, only a few small heads exposed, looking at the ruined land in front of them, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Lin Dong had a cloth yarn wrapped around his neck, and after Que Qing's simple treatment, he could barely walk with Yang Ming and them. Xin'er hid behind Yang Ming, just showing her head, her face was hurt by the wind, as if she had been cut by a knife. Even Yang Ming, who was in the forefront, secretly smacked his tongue, just the aftermath of their battle stopped us, I was so self-defeating, I even wanted to help?

Yang Ming slammed the ground hard, he secretly blamed himself for his incompetence, and at the same time, he could only hope for Wu Jian.

"Uncle, you can't lose. ”

Only Zu Ze was still indifferent, standing in front of Yang Ming, he was naturally not disturbed by the wind in his soul state, he looked at the center of the battlefield a few miles away, and after a while, he smiled and said lightly: "Wu Jian has finally made a move, and the battle is about to end." ”

What did Zu Ze see, and he actually said such a thing? Yang Ming's eyes tried his best to look at the battlefield, his eyes broke through the disturbance of the layers of wind, and finally there, he saw a familiar figure, Wu Jian.

Wu Jian appeared in place smoothly again, his eyes were like a sword at this moment, his face was calm, and after his body had just stabilized, he suddenly rushed towards a storm.

The left hand waved two fingers, Wu Yao condensed at the fingertips, like a sword in the hand, Qianhong floated in front of him, with the help of Qianhong's power, Wu Jian at the moment of the two-finger sprint, his body turned into a beam, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Jian's figure appeared after the storm.

Apparently, he had just pierced the storm.

However, Zhu Hai was not in the storm.

Zhu Hai hid in the storm, although he couldn't see Wu Jian, but he could sense Wu Jian's movements, especially after Wu Jian pierced him through a storm, he immediately sensed the other party's movements.

Zhu Hai's attack on Wu Jian was unmoved, he calmly manipulated the flag, the speed of the storm's movement suddenly accelerated, constantly changing positions, and in a moment, the storm that Wu Jian pierced through was mixed in the twelve storms, as if a drop of water fell into the sea, and it was impossible to distinguish each other.

Zhu Hai clenched the flag with both hands, his eyes were filled with a cold cold light, and he sneered: "Hey, hey, General Mo, you have disappointed me, is it just your offensive strategy after thinking about it for a long time?"

"Hmph, it's better to gamble than to do nothing, at least there's a 1 in 12 chance of a hit. Wu Jian just said lightly.

"Hahaha, that's up to your luck, I'll see how long you can last. A faint mocking voice came from all directions under the effect of the Zhuhai flag, and then the speed of the storm increased again, beyond the speed of human eye. This is like a gambling table, twelve cups, constantly changing positions at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and Zhu Hai is the only dice hidden in the cup, which is difficult to distinguish in itself, plus the surrounding air currents, sounds, and Wu Yao are all affected by Zhu Hai's flags, manipulating the trajectory of their transmission.

Looking at the speeding storm, Wu Jian's face did not change, and his attack remained unchanged, only to see him rush towards a storm again, and when the light flashed, Wu Jian flew into the air again.

In this way, I saw that in the center of the battlefield, the light was like a bright night star, flickering and dimming, and every time the light flashed and disappeared, it represented an attack by Wu Jian.

Feeling the action of Wu Jian's attack, Zhu Hai's face gradually became hideous, and he began to sneer, at this moment, Wu Jian was like a mad dog trapped in a trap in his eyes, barking wildly, and he was a hunter, and now it was time for him to close the net.

After half a day of brewing, the four storms have been full of strength, Zhu Hai is on the flag, and when he is about to make the storm collapse, the wind barrier in front of Zhu Hai suddenly appears a little flare, and before Zhu Hai can react, the flare expands instantly, and Wu Jian's figure flashed in front of Zhu Hai, with two fingertips, sharp edges, like the end of a sharp sword, stabbing at Zhu Hai's chest.

"Sharp fingers, Sharp Star. ”

"Phew"

Wu Jian's left hand pointed like a cold long sword into Zhu Hai's chest, at that moment, the paralysis caused by the pain was almost transmitted to Zhu Hai's head at the same time, he looked at Wu Jian incredulously, the clogged blood pressed the heart like suffocation, and then through the throat, spurted out.

Zhu Hai let go of the flag he was gripping tightly, his lips were stained scarlet with the blood spitting out, and he asked with all his might, "Why do you know that I am here?"

The moment the flag left Zhu Hai's hand, it disappeared, and at the same time, the storm gradually dissipated its strength because it lost the role of the flag as a leader, and the surrounding air flow slowly returned to stability.

"I didn't know you were here, but every time I walked through a storm, I left a mark, and then I went to attack the unmarked storm. The expression on Wu Jian's face gradually calmed down, and his eyes also converged with murderous aura, "However, you are also quite lucky, I marked nine storms before I found you in the tenth storm." ”

Zhu Hai looked around, several storms had withdrawn their strength, and the floating dust and sawdust were slowly falling to the ground like snowflakes, and at this time, Zhu Hai saw that there was a point of light in the center of the dissipating storm, like a star in the deep night.

"This is the light condensed by Wu Yao. Only then did Zhu Hai understand what the so-called mark was.

"That's right, while I passed through the storm, I condensed Wu Yao into shape and left it in the storm, although you manipulated the flag, controlled the surrounding air currents, sounds, and your Wu Yao, so that I could not perceive your existence, but I could sense my own Wu Yao. Wu Jian said all the mysteries, and it can be regarded as making Zhu Hai's death understandable.

"You have nowhere to run for your life. "Zhu Hai is now like an ant in the palm of Wu Jian's hand, and he has to be slaughtered.