"It's the Son of the Wind. Seeing the man who appeared, the alliance army was suddenly shaken and his face was happy.

"He is the Son of the Holy Land of the Tempest. Many people couldn't help but exclaim when they heard this name.

"Yes, he is the Holy Son of the Wind, the Sword Dao of the Wind is as fast as lightning in one hand, and the Dao of the Wind Emperor is deep. Someone who knew the origin of the Holy Son of the Wind couldn't help but say.

"It is rumored that the Wind Son's Wind Path has surpassed the Holy Lord of the Wind Holy Land, and even the Ancestor of their Holy Land has praised him, can't it be true?"

"It's true, this Wind Holy Son is terrifyingly tight, I heard that he once killed an ancient saint-level powerhouse with a single sword, and was designated as the next holy master of the Wind Holy Land by the ancestor of the Wind Holy Land. ”

"Oh my God, so good. Hearing this news, many people's eyes changed when they looked at the Holy Son of the Wind.

Kill the ancient saint in seconds, the next lord of the holy land, no matter which one it is, this is earth-shattering news.

"Now there is a good show, the Holy Son of the Wind was born, and they are in danger. The people watching the battle from a distance saw the Holy Son of the Wind, their faces changed, and they said.

"Who are you?" Ming still stood in the fourth woman's footsteps, looking at him indifferently.

"Holy Son of the Holy Land of the Wind, your name is not yet worthy of you to know. The Holy Son of the Wind looked cold and arrogant, looking down on the four daughters condescendingly, with contempt in his eyes.

"Grandma's fart, I'll pretend to be a big-tailed wolf with my mother, stretch out the dog's head, and let the old lady give you a knife. Nan Rumeng shook the Heavenly Dragon Bone Knife, and the long knife pointed directly at the Holy Son of the Wind, and scolded coldly.

"Look for death, and this Son will fulfill you. The Wind Saint Son's gaze sharpened, and his figure disappeared abruptly.

At this moment, Nan Rumeng's long knife slashed into the void, and a sword bolt tore through the void.

With a "bell", the swords collided, and the figure of the Holy Son of the Wind appeared.

"Huh?" the Holy Son of the Wind was stunned for a moment, looking surprised, "You were able to capture my Wind Path." ”

"Hmph, auntie, I am the ancestor of the wind, playing with me, you are still a little tender. Nan Rumeng looked contemptuous.

"The Way of the Wind. The Holy Son of the Wind's face sank, his mouth was lightly thought, and his body disappeared abruptly.

With a "whoosh", at the moment when the Holy Son of the Wind disappeared, Nan Rumeng also disappeared in an instant.

What she performed was the method of "resisting the wind with emptiness" taught by Lu Chen to everyone, incarnating the strange wind of heaven and earth, caused by thoughts, where the body is, the wind is not extinguished, and the form is not visible.

"What?" everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at this scene with a look of horror.

"Why did it disappear?" Many people were shocked, and their divine consciousness shrouded the heavens and the earth, and they couldn't find any trace of the two.

"The Way of the Wind?" Looking at Nan Rumeng's body technique, the true monarch and god king in the air were also suddenly startled.

With a "bang", just when everyone was surprised and shocked, a figure suddenly flew out upside down in the void and slammed into the ground.

This figure is none other than the Son of the Wind.

At this time, he looked extremely embarrassed, his body was covered with scorched marks, his face was pale, he was paralyzed on the ground, and he was incapacitated.

A long fiery red knife suddenly manifested from the void and pressed against his neck, and the scorching heat from the blade made the face of the Holy Son of the Wind turn red.

Nan Rumeng's figure slowly manifested.

"How about it, I said aunt and grandmother, I am the ancestor of the wind, you don't believe it, do you believe it now?" Nan Rumeng said with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"How did you know the way of the wind?" the Holy Son of the Wind looked excited and asked sharply, "When did you secretly learn the secret art of my Wind Holy Land?"

"Stealing school, just because of the way of your Wind Holy Land, you are also worthy of letting me steal school?" Nan Rumeng looked disdainful.

"You're using the Wind Path of my Wind Sanctuary, and I can't be mistaken about that. The Holy Son of the Wind said categorically, while staring at Nan Rumeng with his eyes, "You will definitely pay the price for stealing the secret technique of my Wind Holy Land. ”

"The way of the wind is also comparable to my aunt's secret art?"

"Don't put any more gold on the face of the Wind Sanctuary. ”

Nan Rumeng pursed her lips with extreme disdain and said coldly.

"That's the way of the wind, I won't be mistaken, you don't have to lie to me, you want to cover up the crime of stealing my sect's secret arts, wishful thinking. The Son of the Wind shouted.

"Dry. The Heavenly Dragon Bone Knife in Nan Rumeng's hand shook, and the head of the Holy Son of the Wind directly left his body, and his head was in a different place.

The killing was decisive, and a generation of holy sons said that they would kill them, and everyone looked at Nan Rumeng's eyes in horror.

Killing a descendant of a holy land is a provocation to the authority of a holy land, this is a deep feud in the sea of blood, or the kind that does not die, otherwise the face of the holy land will not be lost to grandma's house.

"Something is wrong, it's interesting now, the Holy Son of the Wind is dead, don't you go crazy in the Holy Land of the Wind?" someone muttered to themselves in the distance, they could imagine what it would be like for an Emperor Inheritance Holy Land to be angry.

"It's a stab. Many people were stunned by Nan Rumeng's ruthlessness.

In the Holy Land of the Wind, in a valley where the wind is howling, an ancient temple floats in the wind, drifting with the wind.

Originally, the wind was so strong that the two ancient halls should have blown away, but the strange thing was that this ancient hall seemed to take root in the wind and did not move at all.

At this time, in this hall, a middle-aged man sat on the throne in the hall, he was like an emperor sitting there, the imperial spirit was rolling, and the breath of the superior was fully displayed.

Wisps of the law of the wind lingered, hiding the man's face, and the avenue around him flowed, converging into a circle of stars, and the aura of the True Monarch level filled the entire hall.

Behind the man, six cyan divine rings rise and fall, imprinted with countless patterns, mysterious and mysterious.

If anyone sees it, they will be amazed.

Six-Ring True Monarch, this is a rare terrifying existence among True Monarchs.

Three-six-nine, the three rings are common, the six rings are rare, and the nine rings are peerless.

This person is the Six-Ring True Monarch, and he is the existence at the top of the pyramid among the True Monarchs, and as for the Nine-Ring True Monarch, it is difficult to find it through the ages.

"Hum. ”

The man sitting on the throne suddenly opened his eyes, and two dazzling eyes shone directly, like two heaven-opening swords, and a violent aura suddenly erupted from the man's body.

Outside the main hall, in the Valley of the Tempest, the howling wind suddenly slammed up by three points, and the void was torn apart by the wind, and the space was shattered.

The man slowly stood up, and two dazzling eyes seemed to pierce the starry sky.

Gently spreading out his palm, a cyan two-sharp seed in the man's palm had been shattered, and the whole seed had no life power.

"My son's Tempest Seed has been shattered. The man's big hands trembled, and he looked down at the seeds in his hands with a sad expression.

After a long time, a shocking roar suddenly remembered in the hall.

"Who. ”

"Who killed my son? ”

"Who the hell is it?"

"I will never die with you in the Holy Land of the Wind. ”

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