Chapter 35 first received three regiments

Whew-

The wind was howling, and the wind and sand hit Fang Junmei's face, and it hurt like a pinprick.

Although it was the outermost part, the wind and sand seemed to be able to blow away Fang Junmei's small cultivation that had just stepped on the immortal road, blowing him staggering, and his mana was running rapidly, so he barely managed to stabilize his body.

The further I went, the more my body trembled.

Fang Jun's eyebrows flashed brightly, testing the power of his newly learned gravity technique.

Once this method is cast, the mana in the meridians will rotate downward like a vortex, giving birth to a downward heavy force, which makes it impossible to be blown away by the attack of the wind law. The faster it turns, the greater the downward force.

Step by step.

Forward.

Until he reached the edge of the ghost storm, and he didn't feel any signs of being blown away by the wind, Fang Jun lowered his eyebrows, and he could finally let go of the storm.

Mana is withdrawn, gravity is withdrawn.

Call!

The wind rolled at will, Fang Junmei entered the wind, and with the wind turning, and went to a high place, rising higher and higher, and soon surpassed the position of the three clouds of wind shadow sand, and the exposed skin that was slapped by the wind and sand also became more and more painful, and blood spots began to appear densely.

Fang Junmei hurriedly opened the light shield technique first, and the sword vitality condensed into a white light film-like existence outside the body, covering the surface of Fang Junmei's body, and then Fang Junmei increased his mana little by little, and performed the gravity technique, causing his body to sink slowly and lean towards the height of the nearest grain of wind shadow sand.

In the strong storm, Fang Junmei was looking for balance.

It's not too difficult for an experienced veteran like him.

Soon.

Fang Jun's eyebrows fell in the same direction as the first group of Wind Shadow Sand, urging his mana, casting the Sky Dance Technique, leaning towards the Cloud Shadow Sand.

Fang Junmei is also enough, and at the same time, he has used so many means, multi-purpose, and he will definitely not be able to do it if he is replaced by a small repair that has not been tempered by the world's rivers and lakes and has just come out of the mountain.

Baizhang.

Fifty zhang.

Thirty zhang.

Getting closer.

Hmmm-

As if sensing a threat, the wind shadow sand, as if it was alive, strangely soared into the air, heading straight up.

"Where to run, come back to me!"

Fang Junmei's right hand was on his hand, and a white, spiral-shaped sword yuan storm in his palm sucked towards the wind shadow sand, the storm was not big, but the speed of rotation was quite fast, even the ghost wind could not blow it away, it could only weaken.

It's another newly-learned low-level spell called Palm Stroke.

It's a pity that the speed of the Wind Shadow Sand is too fast and flexible, and it still can't absorb it, and it misses again. And Fang Junmei himself has already sweated like rain because of his multitasking.

I tried several times in a row, and it was like this, not only did I not catch it, but I also wasted a lot of mana.

After taking a few breaths, Fang Junmei wiped a handful of sweat, and then there was movement, took out the peachwood sword, and cast the Huangquan Ghost Rain Sword Technique, a move that can be attacked by the sword, called God and Ghost is unknown!

The peachwood sword took off his hand, not chasing the wind shadow sand, but bypassing from the side and intercepting the other party. Fang Junmei himself, as well as the movement, finally opened the Three-Breath Divine Stone, unwilling to go on slowly.

As soon as the three-breath divine stone was opened, all the movement outside his body suddenly slowed down.

Fang Junmei stared closely at the wind shadow sand, carefully observing the traces of the other party's dodge, although the other party dodged quickly, but with the help of the three-breath divine stone, Fang Junmei could still see it clearly.

This cloud of wind shadow sand, swept with the wind, with the help of the wind, accelerated his speed, and did not give the peach wood sword a chance to intercept him, like a naughty naughty boy who did not know that the crisis was coming.

Swish!

A dodge, and the wind shadow sand swept towards the edge of the storm.

At this moment, under the urging of Fang Junmei, the peachwood sword shot obliquely, and appeared above the opponent subtly and accurately, and the wide sword body slapped downward.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the wind shadow sand seemed to be automatically sent to the door, and it was shot squarely, and it shot in the direction of Fang Junmei, and Huang Mang drew a long rainbow.

Before the peachwood sword was shot, Fang Junmei withdrew most of the gravity technique and rushed out in one direction, with joy already appearing in his eyes.

The wind shadow sand reacted quickly, and when it saw that there was an interception and a pursuer below, it had to move sideways in the direction of the side, but unfortunately—it was too late.

Suck!

Fang Junmei grabbed it.

This continuous movement is fluent to the hair, and the highlights are breathtaking. If it weren't for the help of the Three-Breath Divine Stone, an ordinary Qi Cultivator, even if the speed of the flying sword was fast enough, his eyes would not be able to keep up with the change in the direction of the Wind Shadow Sand.

The feeling of this wind shadow sand is also strange, like a ball of living cotton wool, squirming in Fang Junmei's palm, without any weight, a little hot.

As soon as he started it, Fang Junmei laughed, didn't look at it more, and stuffed it into the storage bag.

......

After suppressing the excitement, Fang Jun's eyebrows fell down again, chasing after the two clouds of wind shadow sand below.

Soon, there was a ghostly look on his face.

If it is said that the previous cloud of wind and shadow sand, because he didn't understand Fang Junmei's power, just rotated along the ghost storm, then the two groups below may have seen Fang Junmei's means, and they no longer rotated with the ghost storm, but there were no dead ends in all directions, scurrying around at will.

Even if Fang Junmei had a three-breath divine stone, if the interval between the other party's change of direction was too fast, even if he saw it, the peachwood sword would not have time to intercept the other party.

At this point, Fang Junmei finally realized the difficulty of Fengying Sand.

After chasing for a while, these two clouds of wind shadow sand, not only did they not catch them, but they consumed a lot of Fang Junmei's own mana, and they had to fall to the ground and rest and recover first.

Try.

Fail!

Try.

Fail again!

Fang Junmei was like a stubborn cow who didn't hit the south wall and didn't look back, he had to catch the two clouds of wind shadow sand.

Time passed day by day, and although the two clouds of wind shadow sand were not caught, Fang Junmei's unpredictable casting speed was finally getting faster a little bit, and unless he opened the three-breath divine stone, it would be difficult for the naked eye and spiritual sense to catch up.

On the night of the eighteenth day, the sound of hearty and joyful laughter finally sounded again.

The second group of Wind Shadow Sand was finally caught by Fang Junmei, which also showed that Fang Junmei's sword speed had finally reached a certain threshold beyond Wind Shadow Sand.

After surpassing this threshold, Fang Junmei easily collected the third group of Wind Shadow Sand.

The three clouds of wind shadow sand in this recent ghost wind were finally collected by Fang Junmei.

At this moment, Fang Junmei could finally rest.

Dragging his tired body, back to the yellow grass at the junction of the Ghost Desert and the Sunset Mountain Range, Fang Junmei lay on his back on the ground, drinking wine while admiring the sky of the Ghost Desert.

The night in the Ghost Desert is much more enchanting than its daytime.

Because there is flying sand in the sky, the bright moon and stars in the starry sky seem to be in a flowing river, shining and shining, as if it is a heavenly river scene, which is intoxicating.

......

After looking at it for a long time, the face of the old man couldn't help but float in the heart of Jun Mei, one moment it was the old man with the sword, and the other time it was Adele.

Fang Jun's eyebrows gradually became low and complicated.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Fang Junmei also drank a slight smoke, and found a relatively hidden place on the nearby mountain wall, and fell asleep.