What is life and what is death.

Feng Ming once thought about this problem very seriously, but to no avail, after experiencing the affairs of Yan Qin, Yingxiu, Mo Meng, and Xiaoyun, he realized that life and death are just a wall, and they are not born and die.

The wall is the indifferent and unforgiving world, which stands still, witnesses the separation of countless lives, and leaves painful memories that make people die in depression.

"I tried to push this wall, to build something new on top of it, and only after I did it did I realize how ridiculous it was, and I was afraid to see it over time, and I couldn't even make a mark on what I did. I changed direction, and if I couldn't create, I would do my best to change and build a new world!"

"Life is the end of the song, the soul is scattered, the reputation is dependent, and death is the only way to last forever for hundreds of millions of stars. "The meaning of hunting is timeless.

Therefore, Feng Ming wants to have a saint to assist, and the saint's views are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"I've been looking for the answer for so many years, but I can't say a word from you, I don't want to kill you. Feng Ming relented, Originally, most of the space was frozen, and it collapsed instantly without the support of Feng Ming's internal force, the reason why the dream is unique through the ages is also a very important reason, any mistakes in the middle are all wasted, and only Feng Ming's internal force can be so arbitrary.

He lifted the blockade and sighed: "This world needs saints, you and I are actually the same goal, but in a different way, I spare your life, you don't want to hinder my plan anymore." ”

Hunting turned up with great difficulty, his breath turned into mist and roared towards the wind, this is not an attack, its body has reached a point where any breath can bring wind and rain, which is also known as the power of a saint.

The mist gradually condensed, turning into a white mist around Feng Ming, and after a gust of wind, the white mist slowly lifted him, straight to a thousand feet!

It's the hunting house, Feng Ming only needs to take a gentle step to leave, but he doesn't, talking to people, the same height is the basic.

The white mist quickly rose to the same height as Kari, but it still had no intention of stopping, and it looked up at the wind and didn't say anything.

This height is far beyond the range of human bearing, and the temperature of the space where Feng Ming is located is ridiculously low, and even the blood is frozen.

Hunting, who had been moving at the moment, began to move its body, and then it stood up like a human being, grabbed the long sword and swept towards the wind, where the sword swung, the whole sky was cut, like a bottomless abyss.

It's dangerous!

Feng Ming's brows were furrowed, his blood was boiling, his blood was flowing rapidly, he really felt the crisis, in such an extreme environment, he couldn't even exert one-tenth of his strength.

This sword is its desperate sword.

Boom Boom!!

The sky began to crumble, the light illuminated the night, the wind and rain evaporated in an instant, and the surrounding woods for dozens of miles turned to flat ground.

Within this range, almost all lives were lost, the soldiers of the Shadow Snow, or the people who did not have time to escape from the theater. Or maybe the people who are secretly watching from various countries are all dead, and there is no way to resist the world's peerless masters, and when the light is gone, there are still a few people standing in the entire center.

Puppets, immortal and immortal, are not really immortal, but it takes a lot of effort to kill them.

At this moment, the two puppets looked intently at the huge creature in the air, "This thing, even the owner has to take a lot of effort, right?"

The other puppet sighed even more, his gaze was deeper, "Feng Ming's strength has exceeded my imagination, such a blow didn't even take his life, and the master's worries are getting closer and closer." ”

Under the blue sky, I saw the wind roaring in the place before, not moving!

The position has not changed, but there are two wounds on the body, a sword on the abdomen, and a place that is straight into the heart, if it weren't for the abnormal flow of Feng Ming's blood at the critical moment, it would really be a little troublesome.

"Doing all your best, using this kind of means that no one wants to use, is that what a saint does?"

Feng Ming was furious, the wound could not be recovered, the power of the saint was enough to affect his body, and under that extreme condition, the blood could only make him more vigilant.

Letting the blood drip down, Feng Ming didn't care, and directly appeared on Hunt's head, and whispered: "If you use all your strength instead of sneaking up on the attack, I will be dead with this move." ”

Even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured, and it would not be easy to take his own life at that time.

"This will be the thing you will regret the most in your life," Feng Ming got up and took a step, and the next second appeared on the ground a thousand feet away.

"Letting you go now will be the thing I regret the most!" Hunter roared and slapped him hard.

It didn't have much gas left, and it barely managed to even stand by gritting its teeth, and it stands to reason that this kind of attack Feng Ming could easily dodge, but this time it was hit straight through, and the ground was dented, and it was believed that after a few heavy rains, this is a lake.

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In the distance, seven or eight people barely escaped the aftermath to avoid being affected, and they hid early, although they couldn't see the wind roaring, but the monsters that were nearly a thousand feet old could still be seen.

Again and again, again and again, again and again, again and again, again and again, again and again, again and again, They all saw these in their eyes, and the people here were the envoys who spoke big in front of Yan Yun, but at this moment they saw an opportunity!

"The last one standing is Hunting, and the wind is defeated!"

"A saint suddenly appeared in Weiguo, but we have no news at all, the saint is really so powerful?"

"Even Feng Ming has been killed, can it be powerful?"

"I don't think it's easy for that monster, you can hear the wailing from a hundred miles away, it's better to take this opportunity to kill it, except for the wind and the contemporary saints, this is a peerless feat!"

"This ...... Seems to work. ”

Unanimous vote!

If you can't kill eight people, run for your life as soon as possible, and let those fools die by themselves!

This is the common thought in their hearts.