Xing Wudao's breathing began to become heavy, and the hands holding the sword involuntarily increased their strength, staring at the figure looming in the wind and snow. This strange and dangerous feeling was something he had never experienced since his debut.
What he has experienced. The more abnormal, the more dangerous, the more nervous, the more he needs to go all out. This is the life philosophy that his ten years of death fighting career has taught him.
Finally, after being vigilant for a long time, the erratic figure appeared five meters away in front of him. He couldn't see his appearance clearly. He seemed to be an old man. The dark yellow numb cotton coat was a bit eye-catching in this snow-colored world. The pair of
The slender eyes sunk deeply into the eye sockets gave Xing Wudao an awkward and wary feeling.
"Pretend to be a ghost!!" Xing Wudao suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and his long-awaited figure suddenly rose up, running wildly, straight towards the old man in front of him, and every time the soles of his feet landed, they fell deeply into it, maybe 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, without any intention of evading or counterattack. He let Xing Wudao rush towards him and slashed hard with his big sword.
Huh, the big knife came tearing apart, but... the air?? Xing Wudao was caught off guard and couldn't hold back his strength. His footsteps were slippery, and he fell to the snow in a panic. His heart was alert, and he suddenly rolled over, but the old man was nowhere to be seen again.
We had clearly captured his position just now and should have hit the target. Why was it that when the steel knife fell just now, our sight found that he was still not far ahead, not under his own blade? There was a weird feeling similar to a spatial dislocation.
Is it the influence of the wind and snow, or is it my own illusion?
Xing Wudao's vigilance increased again. He clenched the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Old senior, this is a duel battlefield. Your sneak attacks are not welcome. Do you dare to come out? I will use this knife in my hand.
Da Dao will treat you well."
A strong cold wind hit, turning up the snow all over the sky, but Xing Wudao tried hard to keep his eyes open, not daring to let go of any slight abnormalities. But just as he was trying his best to collect, a deep voice came out without any warning.
rang in my ears: "Close your eyes and feel with your heart, and you will see more clearly. Sometimes, trying to open your eyes is the culprit that blinds your consciousness."
Xing Wudao turned around fiercely and slashed hard with the big knife in his hand, but... bang... the right hand holding the knife was suddenly clasped by a force like an iron pincer, and the hard force burst out. He had never felt such a violent force.
Painful, but suddenly there was no strength in his hand, and the steel knife fell from his hand immediately. Xing Wudao's heart was shocked, and what was even more trembling was that the old man was actually facing him, only half a step away, and those slender pairs of
His deep-set eyes looked straight at himself.
When did he appear? With his alertness, he didn’t even feel anything?
"In the yellow sand in the sky, 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 passed into Xing Wudao's ears. It was at this moment that the curtain on his right hand tensed up.
Tightly, it went straight to Xing Wudao's throat like a thunder.
So fast!! A chill ran straight from his heels to his forehead. Xing Wudao was after all a quasi-level emperor, a quasi-level emperor forged in the death fighting arena. The moment the old man took action, all his strength exploded like a hurricane version.
There was no deliberate struggle or awkward resistance. He clenched his left hand fiercely and went straight to the old man's chest.
Abrupt emergency, precise, precise.
Poof, a sharp pain swept across Xing Wudao's face, and there was also a wet feeling. The wind and snow were still howling, but there was no one in front of him. If it weren't for the sharp pain that followed on his face, he even doubted whether the scene just now was
hallucination.
I am the master of the yellow sand in the sky. I am also the master of the windy and snowy world?
??Despite teasing him for pretending to be a ghost, he is able to move freely under his own lock. What kind of terrifying speed and control ability does this require?
After a continuous search, Yu Wenhong finally saw Xing Wudao's figure, but when he quietly approached, 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 dark yellow shadow in the freezing wind and snow. Although it only flashed away and was quickly covered by the wind and snow, it was clearly imprinted on his sensitive eyes.
Is it him??He took action??!!
Okay!! The overall situation of today’s battle has been decided!!
"Xing Wudao, I wish you a safe journey. Tomorrow, Qingming Festival, I will put a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of your grave." Yu Wenhong felt ecstatic in his heart, and couldn't help but laugh loudly, turned around and rushed to other corners of the battlefield.
The position rushed away.
No longer have any scruples in my heart, I can freely let go of my hands and feet to hunt other prey. Without Xing Wudao's interception, this battlefield will be dominated by myself. This feeling is really exciting.
Huh?? Xing Wudao was attracted by the sudden laughter and caught a glimpse of Yu Wenhong's retreating figure. Just as he was about to turn around and pursue him, the dark yellow figure appeared again in the depths of the wind and snow. "Your name, ranking on the black list."
"Xing Wudao, the thirty-second quasi-emperor on the black list."
"...quasi-level emperor...a good prey..." The cold voice floated in the wind and snow, accompanied by a murderous intention. The frequency of his figure began to gradually increase, sometimes left and now right, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, and sometimes
Appearing suddenly in front of you, and sometimes appearing behind you, the strange movement is amazing, but it is not light and erratic, but has a bit of strength!
As the figure moved at high speed, the snow around him flew faster and faster, even pulling the biting cold wind.
Xing Wudao frowned, and his vigilance only increased! At this moment, he was in the center of a blizzard, with white snow flying everywhere, and the cold wind rolling around him, almost cutting off all the outside scenes. Not to mention seeing anything clearly.
, even hearing and vision were affected in some way by the wind and snow.
A strong crisis attacks 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 roads. These external factors were affecting everyone in the audience and interfering with the performance of everyone's strength. However,
The old man didn't seem to be affected at all. Instead, he seemed to blend into it, channeling the power of the wind and snow for his own use.
Easier said than done! Is this to control the wind and snow in the world??!!
An almost fantastical scene actually happened around him. That kind of crisis was mixed with a shocking feeling, which invisibly interfered with Xing Wudao's original burning will to fight.
Pfft! When the intensity of the wind and snow surged to its peak, a figure suddenly slid past him. Before Xing Wudao could react, severe pain suddenly appeared in his ribs, and the strong force almost pulled him down.
His heart shook violently, and Xing Wudao woke up suddenly. He ignored the bruised injuries on his ribs and let out a manic roar from his throat. He closed his eyes and waved the broad sword like crazy. He couldn't see or hear clearly, but
The quasi-emperor's combat power exploded 100%, and under this crazy dance, the momentum was still extremely amazing.
As a quasi-level emperor who has struggled out of the death fighting arena, he is not just a frenzied warrior. He is extremely powerful in terms of mind, alertness, speed, explosive power, and endurance. In this life-and-death situation, he is extremely powerful.
The moments are expressed without reservation.
The strong wind is howling and the snow is rolling, surrounding Xing Wudao with great momentum!!
This situation, which was different from other places, quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding battle circle. While the fierce battle continued, attention glanced at this tornado-like area from time to time. There were roars from inside, and occasionally
The screams were 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 see what happened, but they were surprised by the strange wind and snow there, and they could vaguely see a strong figure doing wantonly.
Roaring and wielding the knife crazily, but unable to see the existence of his opponent.
This touching scene lasted for a full three minutes. When the last roar suddenly stopped, the somewhat violent Fengxue gradually began to return to normal, and the scene inside was revealed.
Bang, Xing Wudao knelt on the ground helplessly. Many parts of his body were covered in blood and flesh, as if he had been bitten by something. Blood flowed across the ground, and it was terrible to see. A large and thick knife penetrated the scarred body, and in the sky.
It's especially dazzling in the blowing snow.
Scarlet blood rolled down from the corner of his mouth. Xing Wudao's swaying eyes lowered little by little, staring at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest in disbelief. A drop of blood slid down the tip of the knife.
What happened just now? I finally caught the opponent's figure, and then I exploded with all my strength, but...how could the big sword disappear suddenly, and how could it pierce my body from behind? Who is that old guy? Can he really do that?
Controlling wind and snow?
He...is...the emperor...
All kinds of doubts were swirling in my mind, and they were dissipating little by little. This sword that had killed countless powerful enemies was frantically sucking up my soul and physical strength. In the end... my consciousness fell into endless darkness, and my body was in a kneeling position.
He hung down helplessly.
Xing Wudao??!! All the fighters and the members of Death's Left Hand stared at the scene in front of them. That was Xing Wudao? The pinnacle figure among the fighters, the quasi-level emperor on the black list, how could this happen?
...Who killed him? Who can kill him?
PS: The reward amount has exceeded 50,000, and as agreed, four updates will be released!! Brothers, keep going!!