Young Master Yun

The violent wind suddenly spread, it was the "Wind Dance" that Zhou Yuanmin used a few days ago, and the ground was immediately swept up by the strong wind. Feeling a huge force suddenly coming from above the body, the figure was blown away.

The third-tier great swordsman is so powerful!

Stepping forward slightly, Zhou Yuanmin's arm flipped lightly, and waves of air waves wrapped around it like a substance.

Qiaoer's eyes shone with a cold light, her silver teeth bit her lips lightly, a touch of star-blue color suddenly appeared in her pupils, her waist-length hair grew longer like a waterfall with.

A pair of generous palms suddenly grasped hers, causing Qiao'er to startle. She lowered her head slightly and looked at the embarrassed Yun Hao.

Yun Hao coughed twice, with a smile in his eyes, he said, "Qiaoer, let's see a good show!"

Hearing Yun Hao's confusing words, both Qiao'er and Zhou Yuanmin were taken aback for a moment, and then Zhou Yuanmin's expression darkened, and he turned around abruptly, and two strong winds shot out from his sleeve robe .

A bluish-white fist hit his chest suddenly, Zhou Yuanmin's face turned dead gray in an instant, and he murmured in disbelief: "Puppet!"

The figure just stood still for a while, and even though he slammed towards the back with a faster and more violent momentum, he just rolled a few times on the ground, and countless feathered arrows in the midair were shot down like a violent storm Zhou Yuanmin, who was originally leaning towards magicians, is really weak compared to people of the same class. This kind of feather arrows that could only hurt a swordsman at a time hit each other in a round of volleys, but his body is already dead. It was pierced through several places, and on his cheek, a long bloodstain made his appearance terrifying.

The two strong winds hit the puppet like itching, and the puppet walked towards Zhou Yuanmin step by step with a blank face, which made Zhou Yuanmin's heart beat faster.

His eyes flicked to the back. The subordinates he brought were all slaughtered mercilessly by the warriors of the mountain people, and the subordinates of the sword masters who had just fought with the puppets had already been decapitated and covered with blood. That piece of ground, this disgusting scene made Zhou Yuanmin's heart filled with fear again.

"No, I can't die. The hurricane family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and I can't die in my hands!" As if talking to himself, Zhou Yuanmin suddenly stood up frantically and shouted. Just as he was gurgling, Yun Hao stood up staggeringly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his shattered sleeves, and a look of cruelty appeared on his delicate face: "How about it, Master Zhou, you've had enough fun!" , it's my turn!"

The puppet standing beside Zhou Yuanmin suddenly grabbed him, Zhou Yuanmin struggled, but his weak strength was almost negligible in the eyes of the puppet.

Yun Hao borrowed a torch from the soldiers, and said with a cold smile: "Master Zhou, you just let me taste the feeling of Ling Chi. My lord has a lot, so I will give you a refreshing one."

The torch fell on Zhou Yuanmin's body all of a sudden, and Zhou Yuanmin, who was restrained, tried hard to use his fighting spirit to protect his body, but found that the puppet behind him had already ruthlessly pinched his wrist, which made him feel pain. The power is also so that his grudge can't work at all.

Zhou Yuanmin, who has always regarded ordinary people as ants, finally tasted the pain of burning at the last moment of his life. After a while, his body was covered with a layer of raging fire, and the crackling smell of burning was also rippling in this space. .

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black dodged Galba's two heavy blows, and his erratic figure flied towards the distance.

Seeing the shadow escaping far away, Yun Hao snorted coldly, the puppet moved slightly, and the next moment it suddenly appeared in front of the shadow.

Mr. Ghost's face was gloomy. Looking at the puppet's pace shrinking to an inch, he thought to himself that he could not leave easily, turned around slightly, and a gloomy voice also came from under the black robe: "Yunhao, are you with me now?" My Ghost King Palace has an agreement, if you make things difficult for me here, hehe, if the agreement is torn, you should know the result!"

On Yunhao's bloodless cheeks, a sneer appeared: "If you dare to hurt my family, you will definitely pay a heavier price than that."

Mr. Ghost's cheeks twitched twice, and then he glanced at the puppet, and his body flickered to avoid the puppet.

The puppet's footsteps floated, and stopped in front of Mr. Ghost again.

Under the black robe, black mist floated on Mr. Ghost's palm, and a smear of anger slowly burned in his brown eyes, "Yunhao, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, you have to stay!" Yun Hao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the puppet also swung its fist straight out.

The fists that were punched out quickly made bursts of piercing sounds in the air. Under the black robes, palms greeted each other hastily, and the low-pitched explosive sound exploded violently from between the two.

Mr. Ghost snorted, retreated uncontrollably, the puppet leaned forward, and swung its fists continuously, forming an inseparable iron curtain in an instant, pressing down viciously on Mr. Ghost.

Such a high-intensity attack made Mr. Degui defenseless, and he couldn't help but retreat, but the faint black mist covering the black robe became thinner and thinner.

Those disciples who followed Zhou Yuanmin to cheer this week saw that all the pillars of the sect were slaughtered here, and instantly stood there in a daze. The villagers in the mountains were often bullied by them in the past. When he got the chance, he would unceremoniously combine punches and kicks, and the effect formed by the invisible energy disappeared without knowing when.

Shouting miserably, the disciples of the Hurricane Family scrambled and ran towards the outside. A few unfortunate disciples ran the wrong way, and the feathered arrows in the sky were shot down mercilessly again. Several corpses.

Almost all the strength of the Hurricane Family was defeated in one fell swoop, and all the soldiers cheered.

Hearing the jubilant sound over there, Mr. Ghost's expression became anxious, it seemed that Yun Hao didn't intend to let him go.

A pair of hammer-like fists hit his chest again, and Mr. Ghost couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and sat down on the ground in a sluggish figure.

"Hey, even if I die, it won't make it easier for you!" In his pupils, the puppet's fists were rapidly expanding, and he shook his head slightly, and Mr. Ghost suddenly showed a tricky smile in his eyes.

Looking at the trembling black robe, Garba folded his arms around his chest, and laughed loudly: "This guy is just talking empty words, now he is beaten up like this, and he has another trick!"

"Get out of the way!" With a violent heartbeat, Yun Hao suddenly roared hoarsely.

The people in the mountains surrounding here were stunned for a moment and then retreated subconsciously. Mr. Ghost's body shrank suddenly, and immediately expanded violently.

The violent explosion sound suddenly resounded throughout the world, and the powerful shock wave instantly shattered the surrounding dead trees, and the piles and stone chips were shot towards the surroundings immediately.

Qiao'er threw herself on Yunhao's body tightly, and the dust fell and sprinkled a fine layer of dust on the two of them.

The aftermath was bursting, and it took a long time for the world to fall silent again.

"Huh..." Qiaoer exhaled slowly, but found that Yunhao was motionless, and quickly turned Yunhao's body over, only to find two bloodstains flowing out from under Yunhao's nostrils, and the figure of the puppet and Mr. Ghost They all disappeared.

Garba stood up slowly, the violent explosion just now also caused a burst of dizziness in his mind, after shaking in place a few times, he squeezed his eyes vigorously to recover from the dizziness.

Sweeping around, I saw that the warriors in the clan were not injured because of the distance, and those who were close... His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked in Yunhao's direction. Yun Hao who was bleeding on his back.

"Sister Qiaoer, how is Brother Yunhao?" Garba shouted loudly, his ears were also buzzing from the explosion just now.

Qiaoer didn't seem to hear it, but shook Yunhao frantically...

"Sister Qiaoer!"

"..."

Galba's heart tightened a little, because he thought that the big explosion just now might make some people temporarily deaf, so he sent someone to deal with the mess here, and Galba hurriedly arranged a quiet place for Yunhao and Qiao'er to let the two People rest.