Lan Xi stood on the shore, looking at the misty Lake Louise—

He asked in surprise: "Yourou, has the interpretation of the five elements begun, so much mist is coming, and it is quietly changing......"

"Yes, these pale blue mist, all of which have active elements of the Five Elements, began to build the scene of the Windy City three years ago. Su Gongzi spent a lot of energy editing the five elements of the shoe to form a memory program and store it in Louise Lake. ”

The pale blue mist, fluttering and flickering, flowed to the shore of the lake, and then froze, escaping beyond the confines of Lake Louise.

A pinch of mist rushed in front of Yourou and Lan Xi, and in an instant, it began to change shape, and in a few moments, a peach willow tree with peach blossoms and light branches appeared in front of him.

Lan Xi was overjoyed: "What a beautiful peach willow tree, such a gorgeous and colorful peach blossom, it seems that the position we are facing is just the Fengtian Avenue of ten miles of peach blossoms." ”

"Speaking of which, I have never been to the City of Wind, but in the realm of interpretation, I have seen the ten-mile peach blossom Fengtian Avenue and the huge statue of the Son of the Wind 100 meters high. ”

Yourou is full of anticipation, hoping that in the near future, she can see with her own eyes the real world of the City of Wind.

Immediately afterwards, next to each other, another peach willow tree was formed, the peach blossoms were splendid, the rattan was clustered, and the magnificent Fengtian Avenue was first seen.

"Why do you only see the peach blossoms blooming, but you don't see the wind coming, and everything in the illusion seems to be stationary, not moving at all?"

"Time stands still until all the scenes, characters, and details are constructed, and then they move with the wind and move. ”

At the end of Fengtian Avenue, the hundred-meter-high statue of the god gradually took shape, towering majestically above the wind and clouds, despising the world and taking a view.

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Fengtian Avenue, the peach willows on both sides are still clinging, and the flowers are blooming, extending to the wind and clouds.

Above the wind and clouds, the statue of the god stands majestically.

Facing the Guyue Peak, facing the Fengtian Avenue, stepping on the wind and clouds, heroic and majestic, lonely, a look down on the world's spirit, shocking the soul.

The construction of the illusion lasted for twenty minutes, and Su Jinglu came to the top of the wind and clouds with the cold wind, and what greeted him were two heroic young men.

A simple cold wind in black, an awe-inspiring Ling Du in white, the same height as Su Jinglu, a young age of about ten years old.

What is amazing is that the details of the characters are vividly depicted, the texture of the skin, the deep eyes, and the slender eyelashes are all meticulous and meticulous.

The cold wind seems to be real, and he sees his past self, the wind boy who is famous for a while.

He couldn't help but exclaim: "This is exactly the same, every detail is impeccable, and the interpretation of the five elements is indeed impressive, a shocking work." ”

"Well, the scene construction, including the Wind Sky Avenue, the Wind Cloud Lamp, and the Statue of the Wind Child, has been built, and the character creation of you and Ling Du has also been completed, and all the details need to be stabilized. Brother Cold Wind, the current time is static, and the power of starting time and ending time is handed over to you and you are in control. ”

As far as Su Jinglu could see, it was a lamp that had not yet been lit above the wind and clouds, and the divine thoughts of the son of the wind were hidden in it.

"Control the time, what control the time, what do you need me to do?"

"Let me explain this, time is in the realm of deduction, it is just a reference value, the measurement of the rhythm of change, time does not exist. Scene by scene, frame by frame, controls the change of the realm of interpretation. ”

Han Feng smiled slightly: "Time is only a measurement reference, not a real existence, and in the real world, it is also like this." I know this, what do I need to do now?"

"All the details have been done, only the flame on the wick in the lamp has not been lit. Next, you just need to snap your fingers at the wick of the lamp, and the flame will light up, and the lamp will be lit up, and the 100-meter-tall idol of the Child of the Wind will also be star-studded. ”

Wick flame, one-touch start.

"I see, you want me to control the scene interpretation and find clues. ”

"Yes, after all, I'm only the creator of the Interpretation Realm, and I haven't experienced it myself, so it's great that you can control the Interpretation. ”

Su Jinglu did everything he could, and did his best to restore the scene of the year, not letting go of the slightest detail, one scene at a time, one frame at a time, ten frames per second, which can be described as a huge project.

Hanfeng nodded, and walked to the foot of the statue, next to the lamp, eager to try.

The lamp is made of white jade, and the wick is a specially constructed light stone that absorbs fluctuations in energy and inspires a dazzling light that shines like a flame.

He calmed down, breathed deeply, and in an instant, everything would go back to three years ago......

Smack, snap your fingers!

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In the lamp, in an instant, the flames and light shone brightly, and the hundred-meter-high statue of the god was star-studded.

On both sides of Fengtian Avenue, the peach willows are still clinging, the peach blossoms are splendid, dancing with the wind, and the butterflies that were still attached to the peach blossom branches before are all alive at first glance, in groups of three or five, shuttling among the peach blossoms.

Above the wind and clouds, the little boy, the white-clothed boy Ling Du and the cold wind in black clothes, stood opposite each other, looking at each other.

Ling Du's eyes were cold, his voice was cold, and he said unceremoniously: "Cold wind, you and I both know that there is no second wind, and there is only one place for the wind system Skywalker, today, you and I must distinguish the winner from the loser." ”

Han Feng was unpretentious, smiled lightly, and replied: "Who is the first, Mr. Roland's "Nine Thunder Heavenly Chapter" has already given the answer, the wind system Cold Wind ranks first, and there is no your name there." ”

"That's just the expected ranking, who will be in the future, maybe it's not clear. In the battle with you today, I want to correct my name, who is the first in the wind system, and there is no other. ”

Ling Du was righteous and stern, with an aggressive momentum.

The cold wind was full of confidence, fearless, and whispered, saying: "Then you come first, light up the statue, and win or lose the battle." ”

At this time, the wind and clouds were shrouded in majestic prohibitions, and under the wind and clouds, the black pressure was full of people who came to watch the battle.

Ling Tiange, the city lord of the Wind City, and the nine elders of the cold gate, were among them.

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Channeling the power of the soul into the wick of the lamp, touching the divine thoughts of the child of the wind, the power of the soul replaces the disturbance of the divine power, rekindling the lamp and lighting up the idol.

Ling Du faced the lamp, his eyes were attentive, he concentrated his strength, released the power of his soul, and escaped into the lamp.

Quietly, the hundred-meter-tall statue of the Son of the Wind, the starlight was absent, fell silent, and the flame in the lamp was extinguished in an instant. After a few moments, the wick lit up here, but the light was faint, much weaker than before.

This is the gap between soul power and divine power, with all his might, Ling Du can only maintain a small handful of faint fireworks, and in the lamp, the remaining divine thoughts of the son of the wind can maintain a raging flame for ten thousand years.

A small pinch of fireworks was not enough to light up the entire idol, and it lasted for a full ten minutes, and Ling Du was close to the depletion of his soul power, and the height of the light was only one-third of the height of the idol.

Ling Du was unsustainable, his whole body was sweating, and he categorically stopped the transmission of soul power.

The fire of soul power was annihilated, and the fire of divine thought was rekindled again, and the flames were raging, moving with the wind, lighting up the entire hundred-meter statue.

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Han Feng looked at the panting Ling Du and comforted: "You are already very powerful, you must know that like you and me, the wind boy in the early stage of the martial artist can stimulate the fire of soul power and light up the statue of the god, less than one." ”

Ling Du eased his breath, unwilling, with a slight bloodshot in his eyes, and said: "There is no second wind, what I want to achieve is not less than one, but one in ten thousand." “

"It's a good one-in-a-thousand, I'll let you see, who is one-in-a-thousand!"

The little boy, with strong blood, rolled up his sleeves in the cold wind, walked to the vicinity of the lamp, spared no effort, released all his soul power, went straight into the lamp, and ignited the flame.

In an instant, the flame of divine thought was extinguished, and the fire of soul power burned, a small flame, and the light was faint.

The magnitude of the flames, the brightness of the light, and the millimeters of the light that are excited by the degree of Ling, are almost the same with the naked eye.

The statue is 100 meters high, and the lamp is less than 1 meter, and lighting the idol will magnify the brightness of the flame by a hundred times, so that the difference between the millimeters can be seen at a glance.

It is undeniable that the staying power and explosive power of the cold wind soul power are slightly stronger.

In less than seven minutes, the height of the statue had climbed to thirty meters, and there was still a distance of three or four meters, and it was possible to catch up with Ling Du, and victory was in sight.

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The spectators in the audience, the city lord Ling Tiange, and the nine elders of the cold gate, were not surprised by the strength shown by the cold wind.

Under the stands, there was silence, waiting for the cold wind to reach new heights within its reach, and then release the passion and cheer loudly.

For the Windy City, there is only one Skywalker with a promising future.

The cold wind, after the cold door, there is no other!