The canyon suddenly became quiet and clear.

The splash of the waterfall is still splashing, and the pulsatilla is still struggling in the deep pool, but in addition to the roar of the flowing water smashing into the deep pool, and the hoarse and weak wail of the pulsatilla, he can no longer hear any sound, Yan Shiping seems to feel something, stop the seemingly endless torture in his hand, he turned slightly to look at the cliff on the side of the canyon, in the dense forest at that height, something seems to be approaching quickly, breaking the branches of many shrubs.

He quietly spread his divine sense, and everything within a radius of four or five miles came into his mind.

However, he didn't find out what the approaching creature was, the original breath seemed to be hidden, and the shape reflected in his mind was extremely blurred, and if it weren't for the constant destruction of the bushes in the jungle, he couldn't even detect how fast the thing was approaching.

"What the hell is it!" Yan Shiping's heart was slightly frightened.

However, Black Hawk has been patrolling the clouds "dutifully", without issuing any warning, and indirectly disturbing his judgment.

"It's a beast in the forest, but the speed is too terrifying, even if I use my Eagle strength, it can't be as fast as this in this dense forest with many obstacles. Yan Shiping secretly pondered in his heart, although he could also use spells to break through the obstacles, but Yuan Jing couldn't help but consume like this.

As he thought so, the sound of the bush breaking became clearer.

Immediately after, all the sounds disappeared, and the originally noisy canyon fell into an absolute silence, not the illusion in my mind before, but the silence was only for me, and no amount of clever spells could make the waterfall fall fall into absolute stillness in an instant.

The reason why all the voices disappeared was completely muffled by another voice.

It was as if the god's sledgehammer had smashed the cliff, and the gravel the size of the door panel fell from the cliff, carrying countless grinding discs and stones the size of a skull, and the whole cliff seemed to tremble, and then a huge roar reverberated in the narrow valley, like a thunderbolt brewing.

In the midst of the falling stones, a figure sprang out of the forest.

With the force of Fang Cai's stomp on the ground, the whole person was like a meteorite piercing through the air, crashing into the deep pool.

Yan Shiping raised his head violently, and saw the figure that suddenly appeared in the falling rocks, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and then he saw the face of the person who came, his expression was hideous, and the anger that had been brewing in his heart for a long time completely burned out the insignificant tension and fear in his heart, he opened his arms and danced violently, and suddenly a violent wind rolled up from the deep pool, and the smoke and water filled the sky, and a waterspout with a diameter of a few feet was formed.

"Zhang Qian, you dare to come and die!" Yan Shi was surprised, but his hatred was vented.

The swirling water column is like a giant snake in the deep sea, biting towards the sky.

The misty smoke and water filled the narrow valley, so that the clouds in the sky could not fall, and the light suddenly dimmed, like the rainy season.

In this amazing waterspout, raging unscrupulously in the canyon, the upside-down waterfall on the cliff wall was all over the sky, and a few vines were swept into it, and they became powder in an instant, and even the few pieces of gravel that fell from the cliff wall were swallowed by the water column in an instant.

Yan Shiping has now reached the realm of Yingying like water in the Yuan Jing Cloud Cloth, and "Xuanying Jin" is also born from the Taoist "Condor Wind Decision", which is more powerful than the ordinary method of resisting the wind, and he himself has spent a lot of effort on the way to spells, and the mastery of the power of Xunfeng has become a small success, and the wind can kill, no less than the advantage of flying swords.

Although water and wind are the softest things in the world, they are fast enough to a certain level, and they are also good for cutting gold and jade.

Like this waterspout, the gold and stone are rolled into it, and they will be twisted into pieces.

However, Zhang Qian fell quickly in the air, like an arrow with a bow, and there was no possibility of turning back, and the whole person smashed towards the water whirlpool of teeth and claws.

Everything that happened at this moment fell into the eyes of the cloud black eagle, he originally had great hopes for Zhang Qian, but when he saw him rushing into the water whirlpool without returning, he immediately said a pity. Although the eye of the wind is the weakest part of the whirlwind, this whirlwind is not naturally generated, everything is under the control of Yan Shiping's divine sense, such a move seems to be smart, but it is actually extremely stupid.

As long as the wind pillar is slightly contracted, the fierce wind will invade from all directions.

That is, there is death and no life, even himself, if he falls into this situation, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky, not to mention a monk who does not understand the method of resisting the wind at all, even if the body is strong, how strong can it be? This idea is almost the same as Yan Shiping, the moment Zhang Qian fell into the eye of the wind, he suddenly closed his hands, and saw that the waterspout dancing in the air suddenly compacted, as if it was strangled by an invisible rope.

The original diameter of the zhang shrank by half in an instant, but the wind was even more fierce, making a clanging sound, like a sword.

Zhang Qian fell into the water whirlpool, the speed of the fall suddenly slowed down by three points, and a flat force faintly held him, and then the surrounding sword like a halberd wind suddenly surrounded him, in an instant, the robe on his body was cut, but there was no panic at all, as if expected, a bright tongue of fire suddenly rose from his body, and was torn madly in the chaotic wind, hunting sound.

However, no matter how fierce the wind was, it could not blow out these tongues of fire.

The terrifying heat vented out of it, burning all the smoke and water around him, forming a scorching vacuum, and the violently expanding water vapor and the ever-tightening whirlwind became two mutually squeezing forces, making his body seem to have an extra layer of isolation that was not close to the wind and rain, although in this amazing water whirlpool, it seemed a little insignificant, but it was enough for those currents and winds to fall on him without hindrance.

The power that invaded through the diaphragm was still ferocious, but it couldn't damage his body.

He fell straight down from the swirl, and the tongue of fire around him finally tore the water column at the last moment, and the amazing waterspout collapsed into a mist in the sky in an instant, and the thick hookah was like a cloud in the sky, but it only existed for a moment, and then it was torn to pieces by the scattered wind, turning into a chaotic air flow raging in the canyon, and the lake boiled in an instant, as if there were evil dragons raging in it.

Although the front and back are full of suspense and contrast, the whole process is overwhelming.

The black eagle in the clouds looked stupid, Yan Shiping was also at a loss by this situation, looking at the figure that penetrated and fell from the mist, his eyes showed a trace of uncontrollable fear, in his consciousness, Zhang Qian should have been cut by Gangfeng at this time, how could this not happen. His hands trembled, the Yuan Essence in the sea of qi burned wildly, and his divine sense mobilized the power of the Xunfeng in the canyon heaven and earth, forming a rudimentary vortex above his head, and then the scorching air flow that came to his face made him can't help but squint his eyes, and there was only an ordinary shoe sole left in his field of vision, which was inexplicably twisted and amplified in the blazing air current.

It seems to replace the sky overhead, leaving people with nowhere to hide.

The moment that foot came, the arrogance in Yan Shiping's heart was trampled on worthless.

He held his hands flat and supported the vortex above his head, hoping it would stop him.

However, he didn't have much hope for himself, his head was buried, and he even wanted to hide in his armpits, and he didn't dare to look directly into the air.

Zhang Qian's feet stepped on the whirlpool formed by the force of the Xunfeng, and the cloth boots could not withstand this terrifying tearing force at all, and they broke inch by inch, and the black cotton cloth fragments were thrown out, and then the vortex collapsed, like thunder on the ground, and the water splash in the pool turned into dust.

The power of the wind was scattered in all directions, and it was completely out of his control.

Yan Shiping was devoured by it, and was shrouded in the Gangfeng that rolled down from his head, and several deep wounds were suddenly cut out on his face, but the dark blue Dao robe on his body seemed to be a good magic weapon, and it quietly dissolved several sharp Gangfeng.

However, at this moment, no talisman magic weapon can save him.

Zhang Qian fell like a meteorite, easily breaking the vortex condensed by the power of Xunfeng above his head, and then stepped on it barefoot, touching his supported arms, and he didn't even have time to hum, the thick and fat arms were directly shattered into a mimetry under the huge power of the unrestrained, and the broken white bones instantly turned into powder, and the blood spurted out of the eyes, mouth and nose like sharp arrows, and the power of the fall was still in the unbridled catharsis.

Yan Shiping stared at the incredulous eyes, and at the last moment of his life, he tried his best to think about a question, why is this?

Why did you dig your own grave after all your hard work?

Why is there such a strong contrast between the strength Zhang Qian showed at this moment and what he expected?

But there are not so many whys in the world, why bother with the beginning today, this is that the sins of heaven are forgivable, and the sins of oneself cannot be lived.

Zhang Qian's feet stepped on his slightly raised head, and saw the dazedness and remorse in his eyes, but it was still the same calmness and indifference, Yan Shiping's head with the last trace of doubt was stepped directly into the chest, and then the obese body was like being hit by a giant hammer.

With a bang, it smashed directly into the water!