The day of the covenant is coming.

In everyone's anticipation, in this year's chaotic battle, the collision between the kings of the wind and clouds finally began.

In the past two days, all Ao Shuang has done is to relax, after all, the battle with Jianzi cannot tolerate any sloppiness, and in such a short time, it is unlikely that he wants to make any major breakthroughs, but if he is not careful, it may backfire.

Outside the wind and clouds, the crowd is like a sea.

On the left side of the city gate, there is the warrior of the wind hall, and on the right side of the city gate, there is the warrior of the cloud hall.

At this time, they were all sitting cross-legged on the ground, led by the four hall masters of Duan Hongchen, Yang Tiancheng, Jianzi and Leaning Moon Linglong, behind them were a group of genius-like masters, and Zuihou was a group of spirit master-level martial artists.

The winter wind was cold, and at some point, snowflakes fell between the heavens and the earth.

At first, it was very small, but it became bigger again, and the space was already snow-white at some point, and the more than 10,000 martial artists of the two halls sat so firmly in the wind and snow, and no one moved first, probably more energetic.

It is worth mentioning that at the city gate, there are still hundreds of warriors, these people are all from the original Sanren Hall, but because the battle between Ao Shuang and Jianzi has not yet begun, they have not rashly chosen where they should stand.

The wind is snowing, the sky is full of snow, and the sky is boundless.

Maybe it was because of the sudden heavy snowfall, the heaven and earth became extremely quiet at this time, and the people of the Wind Hall and the Cloud Hall were staring at each other over there, after all, their camps were different, even if the sword was defeated this time, I am afraid that it would be a hostile relationship in the future.

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

At some point, at the city gate, there were several footsteps.

When the voice sounded, the people of the two halls turned their heads in unison, and some of them showed a look of surprise in their expressions, because the statement of this footstep was very light, but at this time, it seemed to be stepping on their hearts, dull and abnormal.

At the city wall, eight figures gradually emerged from the wind and snow.

Eight people, the breath is not the same, or as quiet as the abyss, the momentum is strong, unfathomable, or like a peerless sword, the sharp edge, the murderous force, or there is a trace of frivolity in the expression, but there is still a fierceness between the eyebrows.

These eight people, facing the gaze of more than 10,000 people, did not show any panic in their expressions.

Each of these eight people is a unique existence, and their strong strength makes them fearless of any strong enemy.

These eight people are the lineup of Sanrentang.

Until this time, some whispers were heard from the people of the two halls......

"Do you see that person in charge? That's Ao Shuang, he slaughtered five hundred Fengtang martial artists in one night, and there are more than a dozen genius-level masters who died in his hands, if the sword doesn't shoot anymore, I'm afraid no one will be able to suppress him." ”

"Don't just look at Ao Shuang, did you see the red-haired young man next to him wearing a cyan cirrus robe? That was the battle between Li Muyao, a heavenly beast who came down from the Beast God Mountain, and Duan Hongchen, the first of the three Fengyun Towers, so that Duan Hongchen was injured. ”

"Don't talk about those two people, the girl who is shrouded in a black robe is a disciple of the Chiyuan Sect of the Second Rank Sect, and the other five people are also not small, and everyone's strength can be ranked in about a dozen or so on the list, or even higher!"

"So according to you, none of these eight people are easy to talk to?"

"Don't tease me, damn it, that's a madman......"

Listening to the voices of everyone's discussions, there was no change in the expressions of the eight people, and then, under the gaze of more than 10,000 people, they took a step, ignoring the wind and snow in the sky, and under the leadership of Ao Shuang, they walked over step by step.

Almost at the same time, Ao Shuang felt two hateful glances, and immediately turned his head without fear to see that the sword was sitting proudly on the other side, and beside him, was a young man who was as rich as jade.

Duan Hongchen!

Somehow, Ao Shuang's mind subconsciously crossed this name, maybe he can sit in this position, except for Duan Hongchen, there should be no one else, maybe it is also because he is the only one who can hate himself in a grand manner now.

And then, Ao Shuang also saw the young man next to the two, the young man who was wearing a black cedar, and although there was a cruel intent between his eyebrows, he always had a hint of dodging in his eyes.

Magic Cloud!

"Heh......"

With a sneer, even if the arrogant figure disappeared in place, when it reappeared, it had already come to the front of Demon Cloud, and at the same time, his right hand suddenly poked out from inside the embroidered robe, and the steel poured iron cast clasped the latter's throat.

"Wow!"

Facing the waiting scene, not only did everyone let out an exclamation at this time, but even Duan Hongchen, Yang Tiancheng, and Leaning Moon Linglong also looked stunned, while Jian Zi stood up immediately, and the sword qi in his body instantly burst out, flying around his body.

"Dust...... Elder brother...... Sword...... Elder brother...... Help me......"

Demon Cloud, whose face turned pale in an instant, was more of a horror and a thick shock, he didn't expect that Ao Shuang would dare to make a move in front of so many people, and this shot also instantly restrained himself, and in desperation, he could only ask the two people next to him for help.

Even at this time, Duan Hongchen was still sitting firmly on the ground, his eyes squinting at Ao Shuang, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and he whispered softly: "Let go of him, do you want my Fengtang people to kill the eight of you first?"

Ao Shuang ignored the sword staring at him next to him, the account between the two would be settled in a while, but looked at the former, he knew that even if the other party spoke in a very flat tone, the killing intent in his heart had long since climbed to a certain extent.

"Boom!"

As soon as Duan Hongchen's words were finished, the people of the Fengtang did not move, but the figures of Yi Lingxin, Li Muyao and the other seven people flickered, and then they stood beside Ao Shuang, and their eyes met the former without fear.

The whole scene was quiet again.

Aoshuang's instant shot was beyond everyone's expectations, and even Duan Hongchen and Jianzi didn't expect it, they had no intention of calculating, so they were naturally exploited by him, and at the same time, the other seven people were also unusually powerful, and they stood by his side in an instant.

"Humph!"

Duan Hongchen snorted coldly.

Subsequently, the seven or eight thousand people of the Wind Hall who were sitting on the ground also stood up in unison, and the scene of thousands of people getting up at the same time was naturally extremely spectacular, but whether it was Ao Shuang or the seven people around him, there was no change in their faces.

Ao Shuang looked at Duan Hongchen, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and then looked at the thousands of Fengtang martial artists, and said in a cold voice: "Count 10,000 people for you, take down eight of us, have you ever thought about how much you have to pay?"

Hearing this, Duan Hongchen's eyes also narrowed slightly, and the blue robe fluttered with the wind and snow, and the blue sun-shaped pattern embroidered on it seemed to come to life, spinning on its own, and a heavy aura quietly emanated.

Indeed, on the bright side, none of the eight people are the opponents of thousands of martial artists, but these eight people are all independent existences, even if Duan Hongchen and Jianzi can contain Ao Shuang and Li Muyao, don't forget, there are people from Yuntang over there.

Yang Tiancheng, although he seems to be gentle and elegant, but who knows if he will use some iron-blooded means when the time comes? If he can kill all the people in Fengtang and Sanrentang, then he will not be the only one who has the final say in Fengyun Domain in the future?

Although the strength of the Leaning Moon Linglong, who is the king of the Western Regions, is not weak, and it is a cooperative relationship with Yang Tiancheng at this time, but after all, she is a female streamer, can she still defeat Yang Tiancheng in the competition for the king of Zuihou?

Duan Hongchen didn't want Ao Shuang to continue to be strong, but he didn't want Yang Tiancheng to take advantage of the loophole.

Both of them are disciples of the Erpin Sect, one is from the Central Domain and the other is from the Southern Domain, and it can be said that they are both Tianjiao Fengchu-like existences, and the most important point is that the relationship between these two sects is really not very good.

This also leads to the fact that almost every session of the King of Wind and Cloud in the Central Regions and the King of Wind and Cloud in the Southern Regions will fight in Zuihou, and the battle situation is also extremely tragic, and no one can say who can take the advantage.

Although the disciples of the Blue Sun Dao Sect are strong, the disciples of the Danmen are not weak in terms of soul power, so no one can get benefits, which has also become a tradition, and whenever these two King of Wind and Cloud meet, they will definitely turn each other-for-tat.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

It was not Duan Hongchen who spoke this time, but Jianzi, as the party to this appointment, and also the hall master of Fengtang, it can be said that he is the person who has the most right to speak, so seeing such a scene in front of him, the anger in his heart can be imagined.

"Do what?"

Ao Shuang retracted his eyes that were staring at Duan Hongchen, and turned his head to look at Jianzi: "It's very simple, Moyun, the person who provoked me, if it's an ordinary competition, it's okay, but Zuihou actually found a helper, what kind of black and white impermanence?"

This time, Ao Shuang didn't question Moyun, but confronted the sword!

It depends on the owner to beat the dog, but at this time, Ao Shuang doesn't look at anyone's face, the magic cloud not only makes Yi Lingxin's spiritual power be sealed by the prohibition of Hehuan Shuangyin, but also makes Han Ziye injured, Zuihou even forced the second daughter to jump off the cliff, no matter which point, he must die.

Jianzi's mind at this time is very chaotic, once he makes a move, the people of the two halls will definitely fight, in terms of the strength of both sides, the battle situation will also be extremely tragic, and Yang Tiancheng and Leaning Moon Linglong of Yuntang, when the battle reaches a certain level, they will definitely take their men to clean up the mess, this situation is not what he wants to see.

So it's not that he doesn't want to make a move, it's that he can't!

And Ao Shuang also saw this clearly in advance, and took advantage of this delicate situation to make a move to be so unpromising, seeing that Jianzi no longer spoke, he continued indifferently: "Since Brother Jian and Brother Duan are no longer talking, it seems that you don't plan to protect this demon cloud, so what else can I say...... Die!"