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The yin wind is howling, and the vast wind and black sand are constantly advancing between the many vast mountains, and every place covered by the hurricane has become the sphere of influence of the Wind Clan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the recklessness, a group of liberal faction masters flew in the air with a dejected expression, a thin strong rope tied their hands together, and trapped behind them, connected into a line, in the void behind, there was a vast atmosphere, several hurricanes dozens of feet high connected the sky and the earth, and where they passed, the mountains were destroyed, and the trees were sucked off the ground, and the hurricane became higher and higher.

The struggle between the Wind Clan and the many forces in the liberal faction has never stopped, and even when Feng Zun was hunted down by the War Emperor, it was only slightly reduced.

In each battle, a large number of liberal factions died, but in the same way, as the victorious objects of the war, there were also some people who chose between life and death, and were regularly sent to the sacred land of the Wind Clan, where they would become slaves of the Wind Clan, living a life inferior to that of the Wind Slaves. And the Wind Clan will also pick the good ones, join the Wind Clan, become the Wind Slave, and if possible, after brainwashing, will officially become a member of the Wind Clan.

This is the inevitability of any force to replenish consumption and grow itself.

If there were no accidents, the fate of this captured master of the liberal faction would have been gloomy and tragic...... On the way to the Holy Land of the Wind Clan, a hundred zhang high mountain lay across it, and from a distance, on the top of the pitch-black, straight and steep mountain, three men formed horns, the leader sat behind the void, and another old man in a green robe and a white-haired man stood behind him with a sword, and the three of them were silent, lying in front of the Wind Clan driving away this group of slaves.

"What man?" a deep voice cried out in displeasure in the midst of the disordered atmosphere, "Get out of the way, or else, hum!"

A group of liberal faction masters raised their heads Mu Ran, looked at the three people in front of them, and lowered their heads again, with a dead air in their eyes.

Along the way to the west, there were many hot-blooded ascendants, hoping to rescue them from the hands of the Wind Clan, but they only gave their lives in vain, and hope eventually turned into disappointment again and again.

"Let's go!" Among the thousands of prisoners who floated in the air, a middle-aged man with loose hair and a haggard expression waved his hand at the three of them, hung his head, and muttered, "...... Don't give away your life in vain. ”

Call!

An aura of wind swept through a cluster of liberal faction masters and blew towards the three silent men on the top of the mountain in the distance, without attracting any of them.

Laugh at!

A hand seemed to poke out of the netherworld, straight into the wind blowing from the side, the wind stopped suddenly, a hoarse struggle sound came from the wind, the white robe bulging palm, a figure gradually changed from virtual to real, after a while, a man in the costume of the wind clan, appeared in the hands of Fengyun Wuji, like an ordinary person, hanging in the air, struggling hard, and making a 'coo' sound in his mouth.

Fengyun Wuji glanced indifferently at the Feng Clan in his hand, the Feng Clan, who was originally struggling hard, was glanced at by him, only to feel a chill in his heart, and his whole body was cold, but he didn't dare to struggle anymore, and let Feng Yun Wuji clasp his neck.

"Don't throw some cleverness," Fengyun Wuji turned his head and looked squarely at the 'army' that was stagnant in front of the mountain peak

"Surrender or die!" In the pupils, the vast wind and sand behind the masters of the floating liberal faction were reflected, and the wind and clouds said indifferently.

"It's up to you, hum! joke!" In the black wind and sand, a wisp of wind digested and turned into a human on the ground, but it was the leader of this group of wind clans, and under the backdrop of the amazing momentum behind him, he also looked quite graceful.

"Kill them, punish them to the dark river, trap them with wind ropes, and wash them with the wind at night!" The leader of the Wind Clan had cold lightning in his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, the wind whistled behind him, and in his perception, a famous Wind Clan fish jumped out, turned into a stream of wind, crossed the void, and attacked the three people on the top of the mountain.

"Brother Simon, it's my turn!" Feng Clan's reflection was already expected, and Feng Yun Wuji turned around indifferently, with long hair, slowly swaying in the wind blowing behind him.

Ximen Yibei heard this, one side did not send a hair, just stood with a sword, and took a step forward without hurrying, which happened to be in front of Fengyun Wuji.

The pupils contracted suddenly, and the iron sword in Ximen Wuji's arms suddenly disappeared, and his right hand stretched out and appeared in his palm again!

Rumble!

Heaven and earth are dark, everything is hidden in the darkness, nothing can be distinguished, on the top of the mountain, Ximen Yibei burst out of dazzling light, on the side, the silhouette of Dugu and uninjured and unscrupulous in that dazzling light, from time to time, changeable.

A fiery sword light several zhang wide rose from the hand of Ximen Yibei, cutting through the sky from the top of the mountain, and the overwhelming sword qi covered the range within a thousand miles...... Ah!~ A scream came from the darkness, and the wind that was blowing from the sky suddenly disappeared and turned into wisps of smoke.

After Ximen Yibei stepped into the god level, the sword path was rebuilt! The control of the sword created when he was at the emperor level has reached the state of supernatural transformation, although a group of free faction masters and those wind clans are on the first line, but Ximen Yibei is in the sword qi that has no return, and can accurately control the range of the sword qi, so that a group of wind clans were killed by Ximen Yibei's sword, and the bones were incinerated by the high temperature of that sword, but a group of free faction masters were not hurt at all.

"This, this is ...... Really?" The huge celestial changes made the faces of the thousands of captured liberal faction masters Mu Ran finally have a hint of human breath, and they raised their heads one after another, looking at the empty sky around them in disbelief, and there was no Wind Clan around them.

Airplanes!

With a flick of Fengyun Wuji's index finger, a fusiform sword shadow broke through the air, and counted back and forth between the liberal faction masters, but when they heard the ringing sound, the special ropes of the Wind Clan that trapped a group of liberal faction masters broke off...... The figures on the top of the mountain flickered, and the three of them had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the masters of the liberal faction standing still, unable to believe that they were really saved...... "Wuji...... , Are we too cruel, do we tell the legitimacy of Princess Youruo, it would be better?"

"Lonely senior, I know you can't bear it in your heart, but a quick knife can cut through the mess. That's what we did, and the result is the same today - the rebellion of the Wind Clan must be quelled as soon as possible, if the means are too gentle, Feng Zun will only think that we can't bear it in our hearts, and it will only get more and more inches, and when the time comes, I am afraid that we have no other way but to kill all the way, and we want to take a step back, but we can't!"

"Alas...... As you said, where are we going next?"

"Let's start from the outermost part of the Wind Clan, at the very beginning stage, there must not be any mercy, only if the Wind Clan is really afraid, they will seriously consider what we say later!"

...... kill, kill, kill...... There is no choice, maybe the previous Fengyun Wuji will not be able to do such an act, even if the object is like the Wind Clan, but after a series of things, the naïve thoughts have long faded from the heart. The cruel environment and the objective overall situation can only accommodate an indifferent and cold heart.

Within a day, the twelve forces of the Wind Clan were destroyed, and the interval between them was very short.

Ximen attack, lonely defense, both are stepping into the extreme of the sidetrack, although they have not been at the god level for a long time, they can not be speculated on by ordinary feelings.

Between the two of them, the road is like a bamboo, it is difficult to have a combined enemy, often only one sword, then the overall situation has been decided!!

God-level, god-level...... Ximen attack, Dugu defense, has already shown the power of the god level to the extreme, with the spiritual power of Fengyun Wuji domineering, looking at the ancients, who is the enemy of this combination?

In the far west, the desert wind and sand swept eastward, and the angry howl of the wind lord trembled in the entire extreme west.

The swordsman, in terms of speed, can dominate the world, among all kinds of martial arts, proudly respected, one attack and one defense, two swords, then the war is decided, the wind clan's sphere of influence continues to shrink, but the wind clan can not grasp the whereabouts of the three people at all.

"Everyone, all of them are dispatched, we must find out who this force is for this seat?!!" Wind Clan Holy Land, Feng Zun's roar shook the entire underground Wind Clan, and a large number of Wind Clan swarmed out...... Under the sword of Ximen, the Wind Clan has never had a living mouth, so for a while, the Wind Clan did not even know the number of forces that destroyed several Wind Clan palaces after this one.

But after all, there are some forces of the Wind Clan, those liberal faction masters who have experienced this and survived, and finally confirmed a message:

There are only three people who have killed many wind clans, and they use the way of the sword, as for those three people...... Today, among the ways of the sword, the only one who dares to speak up is the Sword Pavilion of the past!

Some people even recognized that the three people were none other than the three masters of the Sword Domain, the Sword God was unscrupulous, the Sword Demon was lonely and unharmed, and the Sword Saint Ximen was in the north!

The news leaked and spread to the world, alarming various forces.

The sword domain, not only the original establishment, or the abrupt disappearance and reappearance of several degrees, every time, is so sensational. The decision of the Sword Domain Lord is the most puzzling to many forces, the Sword Domain stepped forward in the time of chaos, but in the time of chaos, announced the closure of the mountain, and in a certain period of time, made some moves that made the other forces a little panicked...... Everything, no matter what, everyone believes that the decision of the Sword Domain must have its reason, so what about this time?...... "Fengyun Wuji," in the cave, Feng Zun was so angry that his steel teeth were tight, and with a bang, he slapped heavily on the stone case on the side, "It's you !!...... again"

Warclan.

In the dark corner of the War Emperor's Palace, a shadow stretched out like a snake, and the shadow came out of the light, but it was a young man with a somewhat pale face, who was possessed by the war demon who was killed by Ximen Yibei's sword.

It's just that now, the young man's hands no longer tremble, but with a hint of evil smile on his face, the young man's eyes looked through the heavy ice wall, looking at the white sky outside the Emperor's Palace, and he was a little excited and squinted: "Ximen Yibei...... , hehe, I'm going to kill you temporarily!"

Hiss!!

In the dark corner behind him, the demon shadow surged, making a burst of demon beast tearing and slashing sounds...... In the reckless mountains, the mountains stand, among the most majestic mountains, a dark and majestic palace stands on it, many disciples from the top of the mountain, all the way to the foot of the mountain, behind the rugged mountains and rocks, the flag flutters, in the air and in the clouds, countless masters of the liberal faction are like whirlpools, floating on the mountain.

Among the many disciples, he is about forty years old, his face is as white as jade, he wears a Taoist crown, his chin has three wisps of Taoist whiskers, and the great light Wang Zun with several scorching suns printed on his green robe sits on a abrupt mountain stone, and below, it is like a prison abyss.

"Brother Dao, do you really want to go?"

"Well, I have to go to him, I should have gone at the beginning, but the Sword Domain suddenly disappeared, so I gave up," beside the Great Light King Yangzun, a man with black hair scattered and a black robe that was wide and dragged to the ground nodded, and said calmly.

"Alas......" Da Guangyang Venerable looked up at the clouds and suddenly sighed.

"Brother Dao, why are you sighing?" said the blue-haired and plain-robed Lei Yuan monk.

"I'm just worried, Brother Dao, I'm afraid, I'll never come back here again?"

"How so?"

The Great Bright King was stunned: "For my brother, I know the art of deduction...... , if Brother Dao makes up his mind on this trip, he will not stop it. ”

On the side of the cliff, there was silence, for a long time, Lei Yuan slowly stood up, Xu Feng came to him, and the wide black robe danced endlessly.

"If that's the case, then let's see you again!" Fang Ba, Lei Yuan Monk suddenly opened his arms and fell from the cliff.

Rumble!

The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, the sky, ten thousand snakes danced together, the Dao silver lightning shrouded the sky, in the eyes of everyone, a huge lightning bolt slashed from the clouds, and fell on the head of the Lei Yuan monk who fell down the cliff.

Thunderbolt!~ After the thunder and lightning, the sky cleared again, but the Lei Yuan monk was gone......

(To be continued)