Chapter 22 catkins follow the wind

"Why?" asked Fengyun Wuji when all the evils were gone.

"What why?" Ximen Yibei raised his head and looked at Fengyun Wuji, and between his every move, he had a chic and casual meaning.

"Why do you want to help me a stranger?" Fengyun Wuji didn't think that the other party would help him for no reason.

Ximen Yibei flicked his fingers, and the Xuanyin Book that was so bloody that the evil people fought was thrown to Fengyun Wuji, and then turned around, stepped on the void by himself, and walked into the distance.

"Because you're also a swordsman. Simon's voice came faintly from the front, with an unspeakable loneliness.

"Because I'm also a swordsman?" Feng Yunwu savored these words, and when he looked up again, he couldn't see the mysterious swordsman anymore.

"This young man, in the future, will be covered by me. Whoever dares to touch him will have this peak. Ximen Yibei's voice floated over Youming Peak like a ghost, but Fengyun Wuji knew that it was just his voice in advance.

As soon as the words fell, a sword light struck from the sky, and it was instantaneous, and there was no sound for a long time, and there was silence in the four fields.

Thundered!

Suddenly, in front of the wind and clouds, a thousand-zhang high mountain peak suddenly broke at the waist, and the part above the mountainside slid down obliquely from the mountain, falling into the valley, and the echo echoed for a long time.

The heavens and the earth were even more silent and cold, and only the whirring wind swirled in the air.

Only one move, only one sword.

At this point, kendo can be said to have reached its peak. Fengyun Wuji stood quietly in the air, looking at the direction in which Ximen Yibei left, and suddenly had a kind of enlightenment. This person's sword cultivation has stepped into a sidewalk, and he has already cultivated to the extreme of this sidewalk, and it doesn't matter whether the sword is right or wrong when he cultivates the sword so far. This person claims that he can only make one move and only make one sword, but who can stop this sword.

One move is out, one sword is handed over, if the enemy dies, I die, this is the sword of killing!

The situation of Ximen coming out of the sword in the north, Fengyun Wuji tried to imagine the situation of facing this sword: a sword light was born......

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and this sword, Fengyun Wuji thought that he would die. This sword is already so strong that it completely ignores the opponent's moves and kills the enemy with one move.

"Who is this man? He can actually cultivate a sword to such an appalling realm. Fengyun Wuji muttered, looking up to the sky, stunned for a while.

After a long time, Fengyun Wuji sighed and headed towards the south, this world of ice and snow is not suitable for him...

On the way, he passed through a series of mountain peaks, and countless divine senses swept over him, and immediately retreated like a tide.

Half a day later, Fengyun Wuji finally walked out of this world of ice and snow, standing on the edge of the snow region, half of it was ice and snow, half of it was the reckless world, and between the ice and snow and the earth, a gray figure stood proudly.

The gray figure turned, and his long gray hair fluttered up, revealing a pair of whites without a trace of black. The man smiled, looked at Fengyun Wuji who was stepping in the air, and said, "We, meet again." ”

The moment this person turned around, Feng Yunji's heart shook wildly: "It's you...... Destroy the right protector of the Void Palace. ”

The gray-robed man nodded, slowly stretched out his right foot, stepped into the void, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the same place, appearing less than ten zhang in front of Fengyun Wuji.

"You're not dead, the Dao Lord is very angry. "The voice of the right protector of the Shattered Void Hall did not fluctuate at all, like a walking corpse without thoughts and feelings.

Fengyun Wuji snorted coldly: "You are smart, why didn't you do it just now, but you didn't show up until I was about to leave here? ”

The gray-robed man nodded very calmly, and said indifferently: "His sword path is too extreme, I don't want to fight with him! ”

"You can do it. Fengyun Wuji didn't want to say more, but he made it clear that the other party's will was unshakable, and he was ready to respond to the other party's attack at any time.

The gray-robed man raised his head and looked at Fengyun Wuji indifferently, the long sword was handed out from the wide sleeved robe on the right, although the long sword was not unsheathed, but Fengyun Wuji heard a clear sword sound.

A gray scabbard ejected from the air, and the right protector of the Void Hall had disappeared in place.

Without looking closely, he felt a sharp sword light in his spiritual sense that he was close to his body, and Fengyun Wuji took a long breath, and his body immediately became as light as confetti, and then swung backwards.

Where Fengyun Wuji was originally standing, the right protector of the Void Hall appeared, holding the hilt of the sword upside down in his right hand, holding the sword in a strange posture.

The gray-robed protector raised his head, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then his head lowered slightly, and on the side of the wind and clouds, another gray-robed protector appeared, a sword swiped upward, and a gray sword qi broke through the air.

But the unscrupulous 'catkins with the wind' has been able to exert its power ten out of ten, just a trace of wind power has allowed him to take advantage of the momentum to float away, and that sword qi is empty.

As soon as the right protector sword was retracted and swept to his side, he did not move, and he felt that it was just an afterimage, and he himself was no longer in place.

A wisp of sword qi behind him struck silently, but it still blew from below Fengyun Wuji.

Sword after sword, endlessly, the strange mist emitted from the sword drifted out, with a corrosive smell in the air, in the void, more than a dozen gray-robed people appeared, one gray-robed person had just disappeared, and more gray-robed people were born, and each gray-robed person maintained a different sword-wielding posture.

However, what is even more strange is that it is unscrupulous. It is no longer a movement that the human body can make, and the body twists and turns, like a piece of paper, bending at any angle. The right protector made a thousand swords, but he didn't even succeed with a single sword.

"What kind of martial arts are you?" the voice of the right protector echoed in the air, one word spat out, and the other word changed direction.

Feng Yun Wuji felt a trace of emotional fluctuations for the first time from this person's tone, which was an extreme depression and helplessness.

"The catkins follow the wind. Fengyun Wuji said casually.

Suddenly, the phantom in the sky disappeared, and not far from Fengyun Wuji's side, a man in gray appeared, wearing a wide gray robe dancing in the wind.

"With this peerless body, you have become an invincible enemy, and my sword, no matter how strong it is, will not be able to hurt you. With that, he lifted it, and the thrown scabbard flew up from the ground and went straight into his hand.

The long sword was sheathed, and the gray-robed man walked towards the depths of Youming Peak without looking back.

"When I rein in my sword qi and there is no trace of wind coming out, I will look for you again!"

The voice was faint, but there was no ......

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