Chapter 369: Sword Name, Feng Lan

On the way from the Snowland Ice Hall to the Knife, there was ice and snow. On the snow, a woman with a charming appearance and falling geese staggered forward in a hurry with another group of gauze women, looking back from time to time, looking behind her, her face was full of anger, pain, and hatred...

The ice and snow are long, and on this endless flat snow field, vortexes are rolling with snowflakes, floating gently. The low whistle of the wind is heard by the women, but there is no more terrifying sound than this.

Ao Hanyan's face was covered with lightness, and his heart was filled with pain. He looked around hesitantly, as if every place might be the incarnation of the Wind Clan. The massacre not long ago still clearly appeared in his mind...

"Master!..." Two lines of clear tears slid from their naked eyes, and the majestic voice seemed to echo in their minds: "Do you dare to disobey me? Let's go, go quickly!..."

The eyes flew over the face in his arms, who looked calm and peaceful, with an invisible warm heart power. Ao Hanyan didn't understand why Master would rather die than let himself take this woman out?

Why, so many seniors will be desperate for this woman, even though they know that the ending will be like that...

Seeing countless seniors, blood splashed in the sky, but I could not do anything, and I couldn't even see the enemy. I could only lead a group of junior sisters to the master in a panic to what he said in the end...

"Yan'er, Master has only one last wish. I hope you will help me with you..., cough cough..., send her to the war emperor of the War Clan..., even if you die, you must do it for me... Otherwise, if my master is underground, I won't be able to get you cold!"

Master's stern voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears, but—

"But, Master..., can I still take her to the knife domain and fulfill your forgetting?..." Ao Hanyan murmured. Her eyes were wet, looking at her fellow junior sisters who were tired and tired, still suffering from the pain of destroying the family and the humiliation of the teacher. Looking back, she looked at the pursuers who didn't know where they were hiding in the wind. These were pressing on her thin shoulders, making her feel the heaviness she had never felt before.

A cold breath in his chest spread to his heart, which made Ao Hanyan feel excited and forced himself to cheer up. His white and beautiful palms were caressed on his chest, and he murmured in his heart: "This is the last glimmer of hope for us. Master, you must bless us!"

The Cold Bead in the Snow Field, Ao Hanyan originally thought that this was the foundation-building treasure for all the women in the Ice Palace to practice the mind method. They were clear and focused, and there was no other use. But they did not expect that it had another name-

Dingfeng Bead!

Except for that person, all the wind clans that were close to a certain range of the Dingfeng Bead were all broken and died! It was this snow bead that allowed Ao Hanyan to lead the last group of disciples of the Ice Palace to rush out of the wind clan. It’s a pity that the effective range of the Dingfeng Bead is not too wide. Moreover, the deeper the practice of the Wind Demon World, the less the impact the Dingfeng Bead has on it. When it reaches the realm of Feng Zun, the effect of the Dingfeng Bead can be almost neglected.

"If I want me to spare your life, I will give the Concubine War to me soon! You can't run away..." A cold voice was like a ghost. With the sound of howling wind around us, the position of the sound changed, and the sound was sometimes high and sometimes low. It was the Feng Jiang, the Feng Clan, who was chasing all the way.

ah!

A burst of screams came from my ears. Ao Hanyan saw a wave of fear on the faces of his fellow junior sisters - the Feng clan's methods were too cruel.

"Even if we die, don't we will succumb to you!" A woman in the Ice Palace suddenly shouted with extreme hatred.

laugh!

A sharp wind slashed under the neck of the Ice Palace disciple. The woman's eyes suddenly opened, and her white jade-like hands tightly stroked the slender and delicate neck. At both ends of her hands, a thin blood mark suddenly emerged from under her skin. Then, a large amount of blood gushed out from the woman's hands...

puff!

With all the junior sisters in the same school, the woman's body slowly lying on the ground...

"Ruomeng!..." The women shouted in shock and angrily, and rushed over. Ao Hanyan closed his eyes in pain, but his face was cold. At this moment, anyone could be weak, but she could not...

"Don't think that the wind bead is in hand, so I can't do anything to you. Although I can't stand you, your fellow junior sisters will still not be able to defeat me!" The wind brought the cold voice from the void again.

"Whether to marry or not to marry is all up to you. Saint, is the life of a group of junior sisters important or the life of a woman that has nothing to do with it? Think about it yourself!"

Ao Hanyan's chest was undulating rapidly and his lips were pursed tightly.

"Leave the woman in your arms to me, hurry up!... Do you want them to die?" After waiting for a long time, Ao Hanyan still pursed her lips tightly. Feng Jiang seemed to be impatient, and finally said sternly, revealing a murderous aura in his voice.

"She is dead because of your stupid decision!" Another sharp wind broke through the air and shot straight towards a row of women in the Ice Palace close together. When they discovered it, the sharp wind had already reached the front corner of the Ice Palace woman.

"Don't blame these women for your own bloodthirsty killing," a voice came from the void. Almost at the same time, the sharp wind that shot out suddenly collapsed and sank into another empty void.

Countless light spots appeared out of thin air in the void not far from Aohanyan. Those light spots were reorganized in a disorderly manner that ordinary people could not understand according to some rules. In the blink of an eye, Feng Yun Wuji's figure had condensed and formed.

"Who are you? How could I be the Wind Demon Body of my Feng Clan?!!" Feng Jiang floated from all around with a shocking voice. This ability of body gathering and dispersing casually is only possible for the top leaders of the Feng Clan, but Feng Yun Wuji's body gathering and dispersing seems to be different from that of the Feng Clan!

"Wind Demon Body?" Feng Yun Wuji woke up in shock. After Feng General said this, Feng Yun Wuji suddenly discovered that the sudden appearance of his ability seemed to be somewhat similar to the wind body of the Feng clan! Of course, it was just similar, at least. His dissipation state did not have the ability to attack, and the wind body of the Feng clan did not seem to have the ability to travel through space!

This trance did not last long. Feng Yun Wuji temporarily let go of the matter and delved into it. His eyes passed by the corpse on the ground and then stopped Ao Hanyan's face. Feng Yun Wuji finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Saint of Cold Smoke, don't worry. I will deal with this person!" Feng Yun Wuji said calmly. His voice was not very high, but he had an invisible and stable power.

At the moment when Fengyun Wuji appeared, Ao Hanyan was surprised and could hardly believe his eyes. At the same time, after a long period of pressure, his body and mind suddenly felt extremely exhausted and exhausted.

Thinking of Master's stern voice, Ao Hanyan cheered up, nodded slightly, and said in a calm and indifferent tone that was almost inhumane: "Thank you!"

A look of doubt quickly passed through Feng Yun Wuji's eyes, and he knew clearly that the woman in front of him who had had socialized several times seemed to have an unknown burden in her heart, which made her suppress her nature.

"No matter who you are? This is the internal affairs of our Feng Clan, you'd better not interfere!" Feng Jiang's voice revealed obvious hostility, which penetrated into the ears of both of them.

Feng Yun Wuji snorted slightly when he heard this, then closed his eyes like lightning and opened them. When he opened them again, he quickly turned to somewhere in the void, and his eyes emitted a bright light.

"How is that possible?!!" At the end of Feng Yun Wuji's gaze, the wind that merged into the natural wind in the void sternly sternly felt a sense of danger of a frog being stared at by a snake rushing into his heart. He didn't believe that Feng Yun Wuji could actually discover his original body so easily.

The place where the mind moved had already merged into another storm, but almost at the same time, Feng Yun Wuji's cold eyes followed him like shadows, and at the same time turned to the direction of his dodging.

Once, twice, after several times, Feng Yun Wuji finally spoke: "Aren't you tired of it?"

Feng Yun Wuji's right robe danced. His palm grabbed the void with his hands. A sound of sizzling like metal rubbing came. Feng Yun Wuji's left and right void appeared. Under the scratches, a whole piece of space escaped from the surrounding void and did not go to Feng Yun Wuji's palm!

Trepidation!

A loud sound came into the clouds and earth, and extremely thin winds burst out from the space in all directions, and fierce winds pierced the space and spread into the surrounding void.

snort!

Feng Yun Wuji snorted coldly, and his tight five fingers suddenly loosened and pushed them. The space that was separated naturally disappeared. He held his right hand in the void, and a narrow and long sword of invisible black shadow was already in his hand. Feng Yun Wuji suddenly held the sword in both hands, and turned around and slashed it fluently...

A narrow black arc shadow passed through the void. As it passed, it was when a wisp of wind rushing over the sword mark, a strange scream came. The wisp of wind suddenly accelerated, and by a slight difference, it cut out the sword mark of the shadow sword. The wind rushes over and gathers at one point. The wind suddenly subsides, and a man in white knelt on the ground suddenly appeared.

The wide and long robes were evenly scattered on the ground around them, and one of the amazingly white hairs was stretched straight, radially scattered on the snow-white robes.

The man who appeared out of thin air must be Feng Jiang. The strange makeup was very different from the Feng Clan in Feng Yun Wuji's impression. His long white hair was much longer than the Qin Demon. From the direction of Feng Yun Wuji, he could not see the appearance of the man at all. His snow-white hair completely covered his face.

The shaking sound of the robe came into his ears. The robe scattered within a radius of one meter trembled like waves, and a trace was passed up from the edge. Under the robe, the body of the man in white slowly stood up!

choke!

Two pieces less than two fingers wide, and the narrow and shiny tip of the knife, which was more than one meter long, suddenly pierced from under the white-white long hair. When the blade thrust out, a few strands of gentle hair broke and drifted in the void...

Crack, under the robe, the man moved his hands in a skewer, and two long blades connected together. His body suddenly turned around, and a handsome and evil white face reflected in Feng Yun Wuji's pupils. This face, even if the woman saw it, she would be jealous...

"This sword is named Feng Lan!" Feng will slowly stand up, holding the two sword tips in both hands, evil way...
Chapter completed!