In the valley, a gust of wind hit again, Zuo Fengchen looked at this side endlessly, he roared, pulled out the Bafang Flag from the demon, the flag was unfurled in the wind, Zuo Fengchen shouted: "Great summoning technique!"

After the Bafang Banner was sacrificed, the seven swordsmen over there walked out of the black wind. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Seeing the evil wind flying in the valley, the Seven Sons of Edgeworth suddenly lined up, and then threw away the sword in their hands, and a propaganda infinite disc was quickly formed in front of them. The cold wind flow blew into the infinite disc, and the black first-level light vibrated greatly, but as soon as the seven sons stretched out their hands, white light rushed out from their hands, and the light melted into the infinity, and soon the evil wind was drowned in the infinity.

When he received this wind of death that could blow all the immortals, the golden toad over there couldn't help shouting in the wind: "What a powerful swordsmanship! Come and help us, this wind belongs to yang, use yin qi to help the swordsman!"

After the golden toad shouted, the seven sons of the imperial sword over there stretched out their hands again, one hand for yin and the other for yang, they stretched out their left hand, and a stream of black wind began to gather in front of them, when all the black winds gathered, the black wind was like the flow of ink, this ink flew into the tornado, and the tornado gradually changed its appearance, the wind became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding gravel flew up, and the stones around the gravel crackled.

Looking at the Seven Sons of the Imperial Sword, Zuo Fengchen said with emotion: "You have become stronger! In the Eight Directions Banner, your strength far exceeds that of the Majestic Seven Sons, I don't know how much power this ancient swordsmanship can exert." ”

Bang!

There was a loud bang, as if the whole sky had suddenly collapsed.

Zuo Fengchen stuck a stick on the ground, Zhu Bajie reached out and grabbed Zuo Fengchen's waist, Sha Wujing dragged Zhu Bajie's feet, and the whole person floated.

"Oh no! The tornado has exploded!"

Zuo Fengchen faced the wind, the wind was even stronger than the wind of death, and his head was splitting, as if his head was about to explode.

Seeing this, the Seven Sons of Edgeworth hurriedly flew over, and as soon as they raised their swords, a yin and yang pole diagram appeared in front of Zuo Fengchen, and the rotating Wuji diagram kept blocking the blowing storm, until the last wisp of wind dissipated, and several people also knelt on the ground with a pop.

Zuo Fengchen squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his head was dizzy, the wind dispersed, and Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing fell to the ground.

On the top of a raised hillside, the wind and snow were still there, and the snowflakes fell all over him, and he collected the heavy knife, and the wind ruffled his black hair.

"You succeeded. ”

On another hillside, at some point, another man appeared, he was dressed in a large mink, a luxurious dress, he was very young, he looked only twenty-five or sixteen, his hairpin pinned to his long hair, and the bridge of his nose looked very handsome.

"Success?"

Wind Swordsman Xie Mian's voice was very low, he didn't know how many years he had cultivated in Zuo Fengchen's still space, it could be 10,000 years, 100,000 years, or even a million years. Every time he comes out, he doesn't know how many levels he has to improve his strength. Today is even more so, because today he met his first real opponent.

"You refined my Wind of Death, and also absorbed the True Yuan in the Eight Directions Banner, isn't it a success?"

Xie Mian raised his head, he looked at the man, the man's eyes were like torches, he was a superior person, otherwise, his gaze would not have such a great oppressive force.

"You're the Prime Minister of Snow Country?"