"Stop chasing me, I'm wrong, I won't scold you grandchildren again."

Jiang Du's voice fluttered in the illusory wind.

Time passes minute by minute.

Jiang Du is in this real battlefield, and it can be said that every minute and every second is spent on the line of life and death.

The guys in the illusory river have disappeared and they have begun to chase Jiang Du in groups.

The strong wind raged, covering the sky and the sun.

Time came the third day in a blink of an eye.

The illusory wind at this time was like the roar of a devil, completely resounding on the entire Loess Plateau.

The real holy city, the moat rustled and was constantly blown away by the wind.

Hundreds of figures stood in the sandstorm all over the sky, like a heavy wall blocking the illusory winds all over the sky.

Although it seemed that there was no fight, some people gradually began to have wounds on their bodies.

Blurred balls of light kept emerging in the strong wind.

"roar!"

The disaster roared, and the blood-red wave of air turned into a sea, shattering a large number of illusory winds in one breath.

"Is this over?"

Gu Baiyi took a sip of wine, hung his wine pot around her waist, and said freely.

Lu Fengyuan looked at the sandstorm all over the sky with a little puzzled look.

Immediately, the illusory wind will reach the most terrifying level.

By then, the wind that has crossed countless eras will reach the strongest point in the stage, and countless virtual spirits will appear.

Such a lineup, even if it is the peak of the true self-level realm, it will definitely die without relying on the recovery of the real holy city.

What hasn't happened to this guy Jiang Du?

If it weren't for the hatred value, he really thought Jiang Du was dead.

“It’s not time yet!”

Lu Fengyuan said calmly.

Gu Baiyi laughed in silence.

"Okay, let me calculate it. It seems that there is less than half a minute before the strongest wind will come in just half a moment. If the wind comes, you are willing to accept the loss."

Gu Baiyi said with a smile.

"good!"

Lu Fengyuan's eyes were quiet. He didn't believe that Jiang Du would die so easily on the real battlefield.

Even though he and Jiang Du only meet one person.

Time passes by minute by minute.

The strong winds are getting more and more terrifying.

The deadline is getting closer and closer.

Now, Lu Fengyuan finally sighed.

Although I don't want to admit it, reality has told him that he has really miscalculated it.

"Forget it, it's me this time..."

Before he could finish his words, a ghost crying and howl came out from a distance.

"Wrnmmmp, there is a kind of single-handed fight, there is a kind of single-handed fight, dumb. Auntie, just call dozens of people over, what does it mean to call hundreds of people over?"

Lu Fengyuan suddenly stood up, his eyes extremely bright.
Chapter completed!