Mad owl

Xing Wudao's breathing began to be heavy, and the hands that clenched the broadsword involuntarily increased their strength, staring at the looming figure following the wind and snow. This strange and dangerous feeling was something he had never seen since his debut. experienced.Piao Tianxue () is more abnormal, more dangerous, more tense, and needs to go all out. This is the life philosophy taught to him by his ten-year death fighting career.

Finally, after a long period of vigilance, that erratic figure appeared five meters in front of him. He couldn't see his appearance clearly. He seemed to be an old man. The slender eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets gave Xing Wudao an awkward and vigilant feeling.

"Pretending to be a ghost!!" Xing Wudao suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and his long-prepared figure suddenly exploded, and he ran wildly, and went straight to the old man in front of him. Every time the sole of his foot landed, he was deeply immersed in it, perhaps because Anxious and nervous, the offensive was a little messy, but still fierce.

It's a pity... the old man in front of him still looked at him so coldly, he didn't have any intention of avoiding, nor did he have any posture of counterattack, he let Xing Wudao rush towards him, and let the big sword slash fiercely.

Huh, the big knife is torn, but... the air? ?Xing Wudao was caught off guard and lost his strength, his footsteps slipped, and he fell down on the snow in embarrassment, his heart was alert, and he rolled over immediately, but the old man was no longer seen.

He clearly captured his position just now, so he should have hit it. Why, when the steel knife fell just now, he was still not far in front of him, not under his own knife edge. There was a weird feeling similar to space dislocation.

Is it the influence of the wind and snow, or my own illusion?

Xing Wudao's vigilance increased again, he clenched the big knife in his hand tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, this is a battlefield for duels, and your sneak attack is not welcome. Dare you come out? I will use this sword in my hand." Dadao treats you well."

A strong cold wind hit, and the snow was flying all over the sky, but Xing Wudao tried hard to keep his eyes open, not daring to let go of any minor abnormalities.But when he was collecting all his strength, a deep voice sounded in his ears without warning: "Close your eyes and feel with your heart, you will see more clearly. Sometimes, trying to open your eyes blinds your consciousness. the culprit."

Xing Wudao turned around sharply, and slashed fiercely with the big knife in his hand, but... slap... the right hand holding the knife was suddenly held by a force like iron pincers, and the rigid force burst out suddenly, and he had never felt such a violent shock. Pain, but the strength in his hand suddenly lost, and the steel knife immediately dropped from his hand.Xing Wudao's heart trembled violently, and what made his heart tremble even more was that the old man was facing him directly, only half a step away, and his slender, deep-set eyes looked straight at him.

when did he show up? ?With my alertness, I didn't feel anything?

"In the sky full of yellow sand, I am the master, and in this windy and snowy world, I can also be the master." The old man's lips did not move, but the voice clearly entered Xing Wudao's ears. It was at this moment that the right hand felt tense Tight, like thunder, it went straight to Xing Wudao's throat.

So fast! !A chill ran straight from his heels to his forehead. After all, Xing Wudao is a quasi-level emperor, a quasi-level emperor forged in the death fighting arena. At the moment when the old man made a move, his whole body burst out like a hurricane, without deliberate struggle , did not resist in embarrassment, clenched his left hand violently, and went straight to the old man's chest.

Abrupt emergency, precise, precise.

Puff, a sharp pain swept over Xing Wudao's face, and there was still a wet feeling.The wind and snow were still whistling, but there was no one in front of him. If it wasn't for the severe pain that appeared on his face, he even wondered if the scene just now was an illusion.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and I am the master.Fengxue Tiandi is also the master? ?Xing Wudao muttered this strange whisper, held the steel knife again, and looked around vigilantly, feeling more dangerous, what is the origin of this old man? ?Despite mocking him for pretending to be a ghost, but being able to move freely under his own lock, what kind of terrifying speed and control ability is required for this?

After searching continuously, Yu Wenhong finally saw the figure of Xing Wudao, but when he approached quietly, he was surprised to find that Xing Wudao's cheeks were dripping with blood, and his frowning brows were full of vigilance, as if he was on guard What.At this moment, Yu Wenhong caught a glimpse of a deep yellow shadow in the icy wind and snow. Although it was only a flash, it was quickly covered by the wind and snow, but it was clearly imprinted in his sensitive eyes.

It's him? ?He made a move? ? ! !

good! !Today's battle is decided! !

"Xing Wudao, I first wish you a good journey. I will put a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of your grave on Tomb-sweeping Day tomorrow." Feeling ecstatic, Yu Wenhong couldn't help laughing, turned and rushed to other corners of the battlefield The location rushes away.

With no scruples in my heart, I can let go of my hands and feet unscrupulously and hunt other prey.Without Xing Wudao's interception, this battlefield will be at his discretion.This feeling is really cool.

Um? ?Attracted by the sudden laughter, Xing Wudao caught a glimpse of Yu Wenhong's disappearing figure, and just about to turn around to pursue him, the dark yellow figure reappeared in the depths of the wind and snow. "Your name, ranked in the black list."

"Xing Wudao, the second quasi-emperor of No. 30 on the black list."

"...quasi-level emperor... good prey..." The indifferent voice drifted in the wind and snow, accompanied by a hint of killing intent, and the frequency of his figure began to increase gradually, from left to right, from front to back, from time to time Appearing abruptly in front of him, and sometimes appearing behind him, the strange movement is amazing, but it is not light and erratic, but rather strong! !

With the high-speed transfer of the figure, the speed of the snow flying around the body is getting faster and faster, even pulling the icy cold wind.

Xing Wudao frowned, and his vigilance increased in vain! !At this moment, it was like being in the center of a blizzard, with white snow flying everywhere, and the cold wind blowing around, almost cutting off all the outside world.Not to mention seeing things clearly, even hearing and vision were affected by the wind and snow.

A strong crisis invaded the blood in the body.

He finally realized the horror of the old man. The strong cold wind, misty snow, slippery ground, and rugged mountain road, these external factors are affecting everyone in the audience, and also interfere with the display of everyone's strength, but The old man didn't seem to be affected at all, instead he kind of blended into it, using the power of the wind and snow for his own use.

Easier said than done!Is this to control the wind and snow? ? ! !

The almost fantastical scene actually happened around me, that kind of crisis mixed with a shocking feeling, which imperceptibly interfered with Xing Wudao's fiery will to fight.

Pooh!When the density of wind and snow surged to the peak, a figure slipped past him. Before Xing Wudao could react, severe pain suddenly appeared in the ribs, and the strong force almost knocked him down.

Heart vibrated violently, Xing Wudao woke up violently, ignoring the bloody injuries to his ribs, a manic growl came out from his throat, he closed his eyes and waved the generous sword like crazy, he couldn't see or hear clearly, but The Zhunhuang's combat power broke out at 100%, and under this crazy dance, the momentum is still extremely amazing.

As a quasi-level emperor who struggled out of the death fighting arena, he is not a simple berserk fighter. Whether it is mind, alertness, speed, explosive power, or enduring endurance, he is extremely powerful. The moment is unreservedly swayed out.

The strong wind is howling, the snow is churning, surrounding Xing Wudao, the momentum is huge! !

This situation, which was different from other places, quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding battle circle. While continuing to fight fiercely, the attention glanced at this tornado-like area from time to time.The roars and occasional screams coming out of it are mixed with wildness, determination, and pain.

Who is there? ?What happened?

This question appeared in the minds of everyone around, and they approached there intentionally, wanting to check what happened, but they were amazed at the strange wind and snow there, and could vaguely see a burly figure wantonly Roaring, frantically dancing the knife, but can't see the existence of its opponent.

This heart-touching scene lasted for a full 3 minutes. When the last roar stopped abruptly, the somewhat irritable wind and snow gradually began to return to normal levels, and the scene inside was also revealed.

Bang, Xing Wudao knelt on the ground weakly, his whole body was bloodied in many places, as if he had been bitten by something, the blood flowed horizontally, it was horrible.A wide and thick knife pierced through the scarred body, which was especially dazzling in the snow that filled the sky.

Scarlet blood rolled down from the corner of his mouth, and Xing Wudao lowered his shaking eyes little by little, staring at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest in disbelief, a drop of blood slipped down the tip of the knife.

What just happened?Finally caught the opponent's figure, and then burst out with all his strength, but...how could the big knife disappear suddenly, and how could it pierce through his body from behind? ?Who is that old guy? ?Can he really control the wind and snow?

He...is...the emperor...

All kinds of doubts hovered in his mind, and gradually dissipated. This big knife that has killed countless powerful enemies is now crazily sucking his soul and physical strength, and finally... Consciousness fell into endless darkness, and the body was in a kneeling position Weakly hung down.

Xing Wudao? ? ! !All the fighters and members of Death's Left Hand stared wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. Is that Xing Wudao?The pinnacle of fighters, the quasi-emperor of the black list, how could... who killed him? ?Who can kill him?

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