Standing alone, the bleak wind crosses, and the dead leaves are lonely.

For a while, the audience was confused, and a sad feeling rose from the bottom of their hearts, and suddenly, a sad and melancholy picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes unconsciously.

Standing in autumn, starting in autumn, sad in autumn, and ending in autumn.

As the breath on Wu Qiuming's body rippled, a thick sense of autumn sorrow lingered in everyone's hearts.

"The Power of Fate!!"

A cold intent suddenly burst out from the dantian, and the whole person suddenly woke up, drunk and frantically snorted, looking at Wu Qiuming's eyes solemnly, and at the same time, the sharp aura on his body violently vibrated out, blocking this desolate intent.

Obviously, Wu Qiuming didn't make a move, but this sadness alone can already affect the mood of the martial artist, not to mention the martial artist with low strength, even if he is as strong as drunk and crazy, a strong man in the realm of Lao Mo will be inattentive.

And the surrounding martial artists also woke up when they heard the drunken and crazy light drink, cold sweat flowed from their foreheads, and a touch of horror in their hearts made people chill, and they hurriedly cheered themselves up, spreading the power and momentum of their divine thoughts to resist this breath, and did not dare to relax at all.

"Is this the power of fate?"

Everyone saw this eyes tremble, with a touch of worship and fear in their eyes, they only know the realm of martial arts, but they don't know the strength of martial arts.

"Let's do it, we can't put it off any longer. ”

The drunken man whispered in his mouth, and the old Mo on the side also nodded slightly.

As the voice in his mouth fell, a strong impact filled with burning and blazing heat surged out of the drunken man's body, and this momentum had a strange coldness, which made people extremely uncomfortable, and with this breath, the sharp sword qi sprayed out, and this autumn sorrow was also severed, and the sword blade of the wine gourd in his hand was also cold, swallowing a piercing chill.

The old man on the side was silent, his eyes were slightly condensed, and the red blade in his hand was waving with fire, and a domineering feeling that seemed to burn everything and chop all spirits slowly spread out from between his blades, as if everything was going to be cut under the knife.

The two of them were hunting in robes, and they were shaken by the wind when their momentum was agitated, so powerful, the eyes of the two of them looking at Wu Qiuming still did not relax in the slightest, even if there was only a trace of the power of life, it was enough for them to be cautious.

"Lao Tzu has been longing for the realm of martial arts for a long time, let me take a good look today, what is the beauty of this power of life!!"

As soon as the words fell, the drunken madness roared, the scorching flames almost enveloped the whole body, the entire air was a little illusory, the violent spiritual power in the body surged out, and the feet moved slightly, and in an instant, it appeared in front of Wu Qiuming like a ghost, and the scorching sword qi came with a trace of sharpness, and attacked fiercely.

The strong are not careless when they fight, especially in the face of strong people like Wu Qiuming, as soon as the drunken madness makes a move, he does not spare the slightest hand, and goes all out, the power of the life of the strong martial artist is not just a casual talk.

"Ridiculous..."

Wu Qiuming sneered, seeing that this figure did not move at all, but the desolate aura that lingered around his body became more and more intense, and with a trace of strange fluctuations, it had already enveloped him when he made a drunken madness.

The drunken madness sword did not fall, but he felt a chill in his heart, his eyes shrank, and his heart was horrified, this sword, the sword was close to Wu Qiuming, but he couldn't stab it no matter what, gritted his teeth, and decisively withdrew.

"Boom!"

Just as he was drunk and retreating, there was a sudden riot where he was before, and the originally sad autumn clothes turned into a violent killing machine, ruthlessly strangling, and at that moment, even the space was about to tear apart.

The drunken madness retracted his steps, and watched the front slowly recover the sense of sadness and autumn again, and the big hand holding the wine sword gourd was faintly wet.

He had already overestimated Wu Qiuming at this time, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated his strength, and the power of fate was worthy of his name, even a trace of it made him a little weak, and he couldn't get close.

"It's... Is this the strength of Lord Wu Qiuming after he has the power of fate?"

Seeing this, the surrounding onlookers swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, their eyes widened, and the force of strangulation, even from a distance, made them clearly feel the fear of being shrouded in death.

"Hum..."

At this moment, the air trembled, and the temperature around Wu Qiuming's body with sorrow suddenly rose sharply, and the violent flames even burned this autumn coolness.

"Divide the fire!"

A low voice came, it was Lao Mo, I don't know when he had arrived not far behind Wu Qiuming, followed by a red flame, with the power of suppressing heaven and earth, the violent aura even this sad autumn was a little fluttering, and in an instant, Wu Qiuming was completely enveloped in it.

"Wow.."

Seeing this, everyone was in an uproar, and their hearts were in turmoil, could it be that Wu Qiuming was seriously injured like this?

On the contrary, the drunken madness and Lao Mo did not relax in the slightest when they saw this, but were solemn and abnormal.

"Slash!"

There was a low cry from the flames, only to see that the flames that were surging and beating suddenly condensed, as if they were frozen, and the next moment the flames split apart, and a passage appeared, and at the same time, the sad autumn gushed out, as if even the flames felt a sadness, and slowly dissipated.

Wu Qiuming stood up slowly, his robe hunting, but he was unharmed, and his expression was indifferent.

Seeing this scene, Lao Mo's eyes flashed, his body moved again, the fire in his hand flew, the flames spread, and the sky was dyed with a touch of red, which looked particularly strange under the shroud of darkness.

"Kill!"

The cold cry came out, and I saw that the flames suddenly went berserk, and the wisps of flames seemed to have life, twisting their movements.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the flames actually converged into flame beasts, wandering around the sky like demon wolves, showing the bloodthirsty nature of demon beasts.

"This...?"

Wu Qiuming's eyes stared, staring at the condensed flame demon wolf, a strange feeling rose in his heart, but he didn't continue to think about it, only to see that the flame demon wolf had already attacked in groups, disrupting his thoughts.

"Hmph, stubborn!"

Wu Qiuming snorted coldly, and the sadness around him wandered, as if there were countless grieves whispering lamentingly.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

As this breath dispersed, the flame demon wolf also rushed to kill, but just as it rushed into this sad atmosphere, the space where the demon wolf was located was distorted, and even the air swirled and moved, only to see that the flame demon wolf was torn apart, directly strangled and killed, turned into a trace of green smoke and dissipated, leaving only a sonic boom announcing their demise.

The horizontal sword should stand, and it pierces the sky against it.

A dazzling white light flashed, fast, fast, fast, and everyone didn't feel it when this white light passed, and it was not until finally that when the white light dissipated, they could see the traces of its death.

In a shock, everyone raised their eyes and suddenly shrank their eyes.

I saw that the white mang attacked and killed, it was Wu Qiuming, at this time, Wu Qiuming had already been penetrated by the white mang, and he was still standing indifferently, not knowing it.

"Drunk... Crazy... Crazy..."

After a long time, Wu Qiuming reacted, his eyes widened, looking at the sword on his chest, his eyes were full of disbelief.

And the drunken madman still maintained the posture of holding the sword in one hand and stabbing away, but his face was extremely pale at this time, and it was obvious that this time the attack was also a great drain on himself.

"Hahaha, old man Wu, you are careless. ”

Drunken and crazy, his posture was restrained, he had to admit that after Wu Qiuming comprehended this trace of autumn meaning, he was indeed very strong, so strong that the attack from far and near could not hurt him, there was almost no flaw, but with it came the arrogance of Wu Qiuming.

Wu Qiuming, who has spied on the realm of martial arts, is obviously a little arrogant and arrogant, thinking that he is standing on the top of the northern cang, he is already invincible, and no one can fight with him, but he doesn't know that arrogance and arrogance are also one of his weaknesses.

"Really?"

Wu Qiuming sneered when he heard this, but the drunken madness changed his face greatly, and his eyes trembled suddenly.

Because the place where this voice came from was not in front, but by his side, he didn't have time to think about it, the drunken madness didn't even have time to use the long sword in his hand, and his backhand was a punch, and the violent power brought up a blazing wind, whistling and sweeping away towards his side.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly erupted on the side of the drunken man, and the whole body trembled, and he also used the power of the punch to retreat wildly.

"Shhhhh

Such a sudden scene made everyone look dazed, but then they gasped.

I saw that in the sonic boom dust, a figure stepped out, with a light face, it was Wu Qiuming, everyone hurriedly turned their heads in disbelief, only to see that the figure penetrated by the white mang began to become indifferent, and finally turned into a white mist and slowly dissipated.

"That's an afterimage!!"

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, even if they were drunk and crazy, they were shocked in their hearts, how strong and fast it took to be so strong, how fast to do it, so that this afterimage could remain for so long.

"Looks like we're underestimating you!!"

The drunken man's throat agitated, his big hand wiped the corner of his mouth, and a bloodlet blood overflowed from his mouth, I don't know how long, he was never injured again, and the drunken man's heart was flustered for a while, and he actually had a sense of powerlessness.

is too strong, although the fight is short, he almost does not spare his hand, but even so, Wu Qiuming has always maintained a calm appearance, and he can't see through Wu Qiuming's depth at all.

"Could it be that this is the power of fate?"

The drunken man smiled bitterly, it seems that today's matter is hanging, and it is possible that his physical problems cannot be solved, and he will cause big trouble.

"It's over, it's been too long. ”

Wu Qiuming's face was expressionless, and there was a hint of arrogance and disdain in his indifferent tone, and by now, everyone has understood that Wu Qiuming has transcended Wu Shuai and truly touched another level.

When the words fell, I saw that the breath around Wu Qiuming's body trembled slightly, and the sadness overflowed, and the feeling was extremely slow, but before everyone could react, this breath had already enveloped the drunkenness and Lao Mo.

At this time, Qiu Liang no longer had sadness, but was filled with a bloody killing intent.

"Goodbye, old friend......"

Wu Qiuming's eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was a little low.

The drunken man's eyes shrank, his pupils were white, and there seemed to be a strange aura awakening, and Lao Mo on the side also had cloudy eyes, and the aura on his body was domineering and turbulent, and it seemed that some changes were taking place.

But at this turbulent moment, the momentum was faint, but it seemed to blow away this autumn mood, and at the same time, a light laugh came, with a little helplessness.

"The wind and sand are blowing, people are impermanent, the geese are dancing in the sky, the palms are angry and the wind and clouds are lying, don't ask about the grievances and grievances. ”