Before the coming day, everything is still shrouded in darkness, Wen Fat Man feels very ominous, on the way to the road, a burst of unknown fog suddenly appeared in front of him, and there are unknown black shadows flashing in the fog, looking at the density of black shadows, it can be inferred that if there is an enemy in front of him, then there are definitely a lot, and what he hopes now is that his three teammates can be as powerful as the legend, otherwise this large number of enemies is a little too tricky.

In fact, if you want to talk about the legend, he doesn't know much about chasing the wind, he only knows that this person is the suzerain of the imperial sect, acting mysteriously, and he doesn't know anything else, he has been running wild on the horse before, and the most he can see is just a vague back, and now "Xueji" suddenly stopped, smelling the fat man got off the horse, and for the first time saw this person who didn't even exist in the legend at close range.

The first feeling of smelling the fat man is that this is a person who only exists in the wind, and all the qualities of his body are covered by one of the most prominent qualities, that is, mysterious. I saw the person in front of me, his hands were intertwined in front of his chest, the lower half of his face was covered by a black mask with green stripes, and the visible pair of eyes seemed to be able to see through everything forever, calm and sharp, a pair of sword eyebrows were hidden between a flowing long hair, and the flowing long hair seemed to be a wandering spirit in the night, a fluttering black revealed a deep like a dark firmament, although he was also wearing a pure white white uniform, which was the kind of pure white everywhere and then the corners of the back clothes were tattooed with a black peach source logo- The five-petal peach blossom clothes seem to be called "Taoist clothes". Regarding this dress, Wen Fat Man has always felt that it is very incongruous before, not suitable for most people's style, but there are exceptions, such as Murong Jiudao, a good-looking, white-skinned person, he can perfectly control any white clothes, and Chasing the Wind, this Wen Fat Man thinks that he is the most famous person (of course, this name is likely to be just a nickname), people like Chasing the Wind are completely the nemesis of this dress, even if he wears such seemingly righteous and awe-inspiring clothes, he can never hide his mysterious temperament, he is the kind of person who will completely hide his sense of existence after wearing black clothes, and he seems to be the kind of person who does not like to talk and has super strong action。 Wen Fatzi suddenly thought of a word to summarize his impression of chasing the wind, that is, a beautiful man like the wind.

At this time, Chafeng suddenly turned his head, squinted his eyes at the gaze of the fat man, the fat man was shocked by the sharp gaze, the next second, I felt a little embarrassed, and thought that there was an enemy in front of me, so I immediately looked ahead, only to see that the fog did not know when to disperse, and those black shadows also revealed their true colors, it was a considerable number of people, probably more than a hundred, it was easy to see, the leader was two people, a man and a woman, the man's skin was surprisingly white, white like a water ghost, he held a long whip in his hand, the long whip looked like a scorpion's tail at a glance, and there was a small and delicate girl standing not far from himAlthough the face is beautiful and the posture is beautiful, but the fat man always feels that the girl's aura is full of strength, if you want to describe this feeling, it is like seeing a poisonous spider, although the spider is much smaller than the tiger, the bear and the like, but it can make people more afraid, now the feeling of smelling the fat man, probably similar to seeing a poisonous spider, there is a kind of instinctive resistance, this girl, or don't touch it.

The group of men and women behind them, dressed in night clothes and all masked, kept as undetected as possible in the darkness, apparently well-trained killers or thieves, and even if they had no special abilities, in terms of numbers, they were enough to launch dozens of airtight attacks in an instant.

A gust of wind blew, the thin fog dissipated, and after a long silence, the wind chased the wind:

"Enemy or passerby?"

The words were extremely concise and clear, and the voice was firm and decisive without any delay.

After a while, the white-faced man said:

"I'd love to say it's a passerby, but if I have to, we're here to get in the way......"

Before the words fell, the white-faced man felt a strong wind coming towards his neck, and when he looked ahead, Chafeng was no longer there, and he felt that it was not good, so he immediately turned sideways in the direction pointed by the wind, but it was obviously too late, after the picture was frozen, everyone saw such a scene, Chafeng's palm had been attached to the white-faced man's neck, and in the dark night, it was obvious that the edge of Chafeng's palm was flashing with a treacherous light, and it could be clearly felt that it was the luster of the blade, and according to the luster, the blade was absolutely extremely sharp, sharp enough to cut anyone's throat with a knife, and suddenly, everything was stillI heard the night wind hissing through, and it seemed that a ghost from hell was looking for a way home.

Wen Fat stayed in place, he was already stunned, he didn't have time to react at all, that moment, no, it was by no means a moment that could be described by any word that could describe the short time. If you have to describe it, the feeling of smelling the fat man is like looking at an atlas with several pages missing, the first page is still a confrontation between the two sides, and the latter page immediately becomes unilateral suppression, that kind of abruptness, only those who are on the scene can feel it.

After a while, everyone fully reacted to what the situation was, and Wen Fat Man could clearly feel that the people on the other side had begun to become restless, although there was no direct embodiment, but the kind of fear from the heart, for the wind-like man in front of him, could not be concealed. According to the current situation, the victory and defeat have been divided, and even if the white-faced man does not die, he will definitely not dare to stop them anymore, but the strange thing is that the fat man did not see any reaction from the girl next to the white-faced man, and seemed to ignore everything that happened in front of him, was he scared stupid?

At this time, Murong Jiudao shouted:

"That's not right!"

Smelling the fat man inexplicably, when he looked at the white-faced man again, he immediately realized that something was really wrong, only to see that he had been controlled by the wind, actually, laughing, that smile, in the dark night, so mysterious and full of confidence, the message conveyed by that smile, as if the current situation had long been in his expectation.

Sure enough, Chafeng's eyes rarely revealed a trace of surprise and nervousness.