To tell the truth, Mrs. Sanmiao's appearance is indeed very good, this face and this figure can definitely be regarded as a disaster. But now she was just struggling on the ground, and she couldn't even seem to stand up. She gasped and looked back at the Ninety-Nine Dead Desert, her eyes full of nervousness. What about the supreme wind, what about the embroidered jade, and the chilling man? The three of them were still in the fierce wind and sand.

All three of them wanted to kill her, at least none of them would make her feel better, but under some subtle hatred, it was Yang Qi who she wanted to die the most.

"Die, die, hurry up! No, you can't die yet, let him unravel his demon spell first, and then he can die! Suddenly, a figure broke through the dust and flew out, and the wolf fell on the steps of the pyramid. His clothes were torn and disheveled, and his body was stained with blood, not like a prince but like a beggar.

This master of light skills couldn't escape.

Buzz, the infinite wind and sand broke through a large hole, and a gorgeous and arrogant figure flew out and smashed on the pyramid with a bang. The clothes are fluttering, the posture is neat, and the infinite cold air turns into a cold mist spread under the feet, and the cold jade demon god seems to be unharmed!

"You-!you-!" Wind Supreme staggered back, glaring at the Jade Demon God in disbelief. He had been shocked by the Cold Jade Demon God many times, but what he had just encountered still completely frightened him.

As soon as he rushed out of the ground, he wanted to take advantage of the violent wind to fly away. In the realm of the Heavenly King, no one in the world may be able to surpass him in straight-line speed. But just as he was about to let the birds fly, a cold snap suddenly struck from the depths of the dust behind him. The cold snap didn't hit Feng Supreme. But it works in conjunction with the raging storm. A short and powerful cyclone formed in an instant. It just happened to cover the wind headless inside.

Like a meteor caught by a strong gravitational force, Feng Wusupreme involuntarily changed direction and flew to another place. Just as he regrouped and was about to leap away, another cold breath burst through the air, exploding into a rolling cold current in the wind, and once again flung the wind supreme to another place. Again and again, a chilling palm came through the air, making Feng Supreme angry, frightened and frightened. High in the sky, a cold sweat broke out in the gale.

He is like Sun Xingzhi, a man who fights for 108,000 miles, but he can't fly out of the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain. The Cold Jade Demon God seemed to have already known the strength of his light skills, the number of ways he operated, and the uncertain anger in order to make such an unpredictable move. In particular, no matter where the wind supreme flies, there will always be an earth dragon soaring into the sky that just erupts below him. The powerful shock wave and the crazy flying sand shook him to the point of vomiting blood and cutting all over his body, but he couldn't even hit the ground.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity and flew back to the pyramid with all his might, he might even have been killed in mid-air.

On the stepped slope of the pyramid, the wind supreme stands at the upper end. But he didn't have any sense of condescension at all. He couldn't help but retreat in a panic, in the reflection of the eyes of the Cold Jade Demon God. It reflects his fear and despair.

Bang, Bang, Bang, the Cold Jade Demon God stepped by step, and the sword held upside down in his left hand lit up again, and the whole person was filled with a huge sense of oppression. Even Mrs. Sanmiao, who was hiding on the side and was not the first to bear the brunt, was shocked by his demeanor, and unconsciously took two steps back and flashed away.

But when the Cold Jade Demon God took the fourth step, Feng Wusupreme, who had been staggering backwards, suddenly shouted hysterically, "You've been tricked—!" He waved his arms violently, like a fisherman who has caught a big fish recklessly pulling a rod to reel in line. The place where the Cold Jade Demon God landed suddenly rose with wisps of light, it was the silk thread of death, which was placed on the ground by the wind supreme. Wind supreme's arms danced wildly, and the threads of death flew up in an instant, winding towards the Cold Jade Demon God from all directions. The innate six weather forces erupted in full force, which was already the maximum limit of the supreme wind.

This is not over, there is only one chance, so as to achieve it with one blow! Wind Supreme rose up like a faint glow, like a string, after endless tension, finally suddenly released. Hum, a peculiar area centered on the Wind Supreme instantly spreads. Physically, this area is no different from any other place, but it is a sea change for those who are enveloped in the area.

Black, the ultimate black. Not only dark, but also quiet. It's not that there is no light, it's just that you can't see. It's not that there is no sound, it's just that it can't be heard. Mrs. Mimiao, who was also shrouded in the area, felt that she had entered an extremely terrifying world, in which she could not see or hear, and the senses that humans were best at seemed to have completely failed in an instant. Not only that, but even his own reactions and thoughts seemed to be suppressed by a heavy shadow, and his mental fluctuations were extremely slow.

This is the vision of the Heavenly King of the Wind, this vision he can only open for a moment, and he can only use the time of a flick of his fingers. But in this moment, all those who are enveloped by his vision will become his living targets. However, he can improve his reflexes five times or ten times, and in a world like slow motion, he can kill the enemy with one blow and escape thousands of miles. A glimmer of time, life and death, so his vision is called "life hanging by a thread".

In the very slow world, the wind supreme is full of hideousness, and he moves forward with all his might. The wind, gravity, and even the body itself could only drag his mind back, as if there were chains and quagmire trying to keep him in place. But he gritted his teeth and struggled forward, accelerating to his usual peak speed in a short period of time in the macrocosm, and still surpassing.

He stretched out his hand, and the true qi in his hand condensed, and inserted it into the eyes of the Cold Jade Demon God.

No problem, you can do it yourself! The man moves as slowly as a snail, and he definitely doesn't have time to react! As long as he does it, he can kill him at just one moment! From now on, he will no longer have to worry about this demon god-like figure, and he will never have to sneak around again, and from now on he will definitely be able to climb to my top -- so that there is no one in this world who I can't kill!

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind the Cold Jade Demon God: "The moon shines without glory. ”

Oh no, it's Xiuyu! Why, why is Xiuyu able to react in a world where my life hangs by a thread? But because of this, in this moment, he can be called invincible in the Heavenly King! Why can Xiuyu still react when his fate is hanging by a thread!

Don't wait for him to turn the horror in his heart into an expression. The bright moonlight rises. Illuminated the dark world. The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time, and the bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds. The moonlight that came out of the world broke through with a peerless elegance and a surging trend. The dark world was torn apart in the blink of an eye, and instead wrapped the wind supreme in the vision. The Cold Jade Demon God stood in the moonlight, as if a wheel of light lit up behind him. Feng Supreme saw something in this vision that shocked him—could it......

Bang bang, the silk thread of death was cut by the sword of the Cold Jade Demon God. From top to bottom, there is no hindrance. The speed is faster than the most exaggerated imagination of the wind supreme. Before Feng Wushang could react, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen, and then his upper and lower bodies flew forward by inertia, and the whole person bent into a bow, and then he heard a muffled sound. As he vomited blood and looked down, he saw a stick smashed into his stomach, and his whole stomach was almost pierced through the stick.

This stick was black and dull, it was the dead stick that Yang Qi had gotten from Ou Yezi.

The Cold Jade Demon God held sticks in both hands, and the phantoms generally struck at Wind Supreme from all directions.

Hands, wrists, arms, arms.

Feet, ankles, shins, thighs.

hips, waist, ribs, shoulders.

All of them were hit with double sticks like a torrential rain. The surrounding area is surrounded by surging cold air, and the hot and cold air currents collide and surround it. Let the wind supreme feel as if it was fixed in the void. You can't enter, you can't retreat, you can't fall, you can only endure endless crazy stick blows. Finally, the cold light in the eyes of the Cold Jade Demon God burned. Shaking his shoulders and twisting his waist, twisting his heels and turning his wrists, a stick hit Feng Wusupreme's heart.

Boom, the bursting air flow turned into a ring and spread, and Feng Wushang flew out upside down with countless clicks. He slammed through countless bricks and stones along the way, dragging a crumbling and chaotic trail on the ground, and flew straight up the stairs for hundreds of meters before stopping at a platform.

Crack, bright red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and before he could fall to the ground, it had frozen into ice crystals and smashed into the stones. Feng Wusupreme barely stood in a zombie-like posture, trying to open his eyelids, and a pair of snake-like vertical pupils were already full of desperate gray.

Pap, papa, pap, the Hanyu Demon God came to him and opened his mouth in a peculiar voice full of divinity: "Ten years ago, the Fang family of Huaguo was destroyed, but you commanded it later. Although it was a question, his voice was very flat.

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the wind supreme, and he said hoarsely, "That's right, it's me." ”

The Cold Jade Demon God's eyes flashed, as if he was about to withdraw from his ruthless and senseless state. He asked the second sentence, and this sentence already had a tone: "Why do you want to kill the Fang family, why do you want to kill Ou Yezi?"

Feng Wusupreme suddenly laughed, from a low laugh, to a loud laugh, a wild laugh. He raised his head to the sky and roared wildly: "I killed the Fang family and I killed Ou Yezi, all because they deserve to die! The magic of the wedding dress must not be known to the second person! There is a big secret in this, a big secret that can shock the world, I am very curious, I don't want to tell you! What this king can't get, none of you can think of it, and no one of you can think about it! With those sluts, you also want to fight with me? I want to kill and kill, kill all of them! Your relatives, friends, confidants, Lovers, I will trample on whatever is cherished, I will take whatever is precious, and I will kill whatever stands in my way—"

There was a loud bang, like a grenade exploding, and the cold jade demon god slammed his chest with an angry fist from above, and the sound of the wind supreme came to an abrupt end. He seemed to have ignited the anger of the Cold Jade Demon God, and his face, which had been unwavering, finally revealed a killing intent like a cold wind. The Cold Jade Demon God's arms did not stop, his heavy fists were endless, and the rumbling tremors resounded in all directions, and the rubble and ice slag were constantly splashing. When he let out a cold snort, raised his right fist high, and the cold air around his body seemed to be about to run away, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his wrists and grabbed his fist.

"Fool, he's dead. Xiuyu's gentle voice shocked the Hanyu Demon God, and he stopped his tyrannical fist in a daze. The cold mist below slowly dissipated, and the body of the Wind Supreme had completely turned into frozen slag, except for one head, which was still intact.

A pair of feet appeared in the field of vision of the Cold Jade Demon God, and the owner of these feet knelt in front of him with a puff, it was Fang Lingji. She knocked her head once, and then knocked and banged, a full nine times. After kowtowing, she raised her head, burst into tears, looked straight into the eyes of the Hanyu Demon God with a pair of big eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, Master, enemy, already, dead." ”

The Hanyu Demon God put down his fist in a daze, and when he looked up, he saw that Luo Yuxi was also not far away at the same time. Both of them nodded to him, and the eyes of the Cold Jade Demon God trembled, and then he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream. The clothes formed by the condensation of the cold air gradually dissipated, gradually revealing the original clothes. The frozen hair turned into flying ice dust, and the cold light in his eyes faded. He raised his right hand, no longer a fist, but a gentle stroke, and placed it on Fang Lingji's head.

"Lingji," although he was still white-haired, the divinity in his voice had diminished, and the gentle warmth had returned, this was Yang Qi's voice: "Revenge has been taken." ”

The girl snapped and stretched out her hands, grabbed Yang Qi's hand hard, and didn't let go, crying out loudly. Yang Qi leaned down and hugged her into his arms, patting her back with one hand and stroking the back of her head with the other. White hair is like snow, the snow is cold, but Yang Qi's arms are warm.

After a while, the crying girl suddenly wiped her eyes vigorously and got up at once. She flew up and slammed her foot into Wind Warrior's head, kicking the ugly head far away, spinning and flying away. Fang Lingji looked in the direction where Feng Wusu's head flew away, clasped her hands to her lips and shouted loudly with all her might: "Mother, father, the enemy, has died-!!"

The shout flew out far away, echoing across the heavens, drifting away in the gale.

The wind in the Southern Wilderness is endless, so let the past follow the wind, all with the wind. (To be continued......)