Chapter 22 Willow catkins follow the wind

"Why?" Feng Yun Wuji asked when all the evil spirits were gone.

"What's the reason?" Ximen Yibei raised his head and looked at Feng Yun Wuji. With every move, he felt a chic and casual feeling.

"Why should I help me a stranger?" Feng Yun Wuji did not think that the other party would help him for no reason.

Ximen Yibei threw the fingers, and the Xuanming Ce, who was fighting for the evil spirits, was thrown to Fengyun Wuji by him. Then he turned around, stepped on the void and walked towards the distance.

"Because you are also a swordsman." Ximen Yibei's voice came faintly from the front, with an unspeakable loneliness.

"Because I am also a swordsman?" Feng Yun Wuji savored this sentence carefully. When he looked up again, he could no longer see the mysterious swordsman.

"This young man will be covered by me in Youming Peak in the future. Anyone who dares to touch him will be like this peak." Ximen Yibei's voice floated over Youming Peak like a ghost, but Feng Yun Wuji knew that it was just his previous voice.

As soon as the words came, a sword light came from the horizon, and suddenly appeared and disappeared. After a long time, there was no sound, and the four fields were quiet.

Rumble!

Suddenly, in front of Fengyun Wuji, a mountain that was thousands of feet high suddenly broke at its waist. The part above the mountainside slid down from the mountain and fell to the valley. It took a long time to echo.

The world became quieter and colder, and only the whistling sound of wind was circling in the air.

Only know one move, only one sword.

At this point, the sword art has reached its peak. Feng Yun Wuji stood quietly in the air, looking at the direction where Ximen Yibei left, and suddenly realized. This man had stepped into a sideways in his sword cultivation, and had already reached the extreme of this sideways. It doesn’t matter whether it is correct or not. This man claimed that he only knew one move and only used one sword, but who could stop this sword?

If you use one move, you will pass it with one sword. If you don’t die, you will die. This is the sword of killing!

The situation where Ximen Yibei set out his sword, Feng Yun Wuji imagined the situation where he faced this sword: a sword light appeared out of nowhere...

Cold sweat rolled from his forehead. Feng Yun Wuji believed that he would die. This sword was so powerful that he completely ignored the opponent's moves and killed the enemy with one move.

"Who is this person? He can actually cultivate his sword to such a horrifying state." Feng Yun Wuji murmured, looking up at the sky, and was stunned for a moment.

After a long time, Feng Yun Wuji sighed and headed towards the south. This world of ice and snow is not suitable for him to stay...

On the way, I passed by mountains and countless spiritual senses swept across him and immediately retreated like a tide. Ximen Yibei's power was like a servant.

After half a day, Feng Yun Wuji finally walked out of this world of ice and snow. Standing on the edge of the snow, half of it was ice and snow, and half of it was the vast world. Between the ice and snow and the earth, a gray figure stood proudly.

The gray figure turned around, with long gray hair floating up, revealing a pair of white faces without a single black. The man smiled, looked at Feng Yun Wuji who was stepping in the air, and said, "We are meeting again."

The moment the man turned around, Feng Yun Wuji's heart was shocked: "It's you... destroying the right guardian of the Void Palace."

The man in gray nodded, slowly stretched out his right foot, stepped into the void, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, appearing less than ten feet in front of Feng Yun Wuji. This change from extreme quiet to extreme movement is extremely uncomfortable.

"You are not dead, the Taoist Lord is very angry." The voice of the right guardian of the Void Palace has no fluctuations, just like a walking corpse without thoughts and emotions.

Feng Yun Wuji snorted coldly: "You are smart. Why didn't you do it just now, but you didn't appear until I was about to leave here? Could it be that you were afraid of Ximen Yibei?"

The man in gray nodded calmly and said indifferently: "His swordsmanship is too extreme, I don't want to fight him desperately! There is no need."

"You take action." Feng Yun Wuji didn't want to say more, but he actually made it clear that the other party's will was unshakable and was ready to deal with the other party's attack at any time.

The man in gray robe raised his head and looked at Feng Yun Wuji indifferently. The long sword was handed out from the wide sleeve on the right. Although the long sword had not been unsheathed, Feng Yun Wuji heard a clear sword sound.

A gray sword sheath ejected from the air, and the right guardian who destroyed the Void Hall had disappeared from the spot.

Without looking closely, a sharp sword light was felt in his spiritual consciousness that he had approached his body. Feng Yun Wuji took a long breath, and his body immediately became as light as paper scraps, and then swung backwards.

Feng Yun Wuji was originally in charge, and the right guardian of the Destroyed Void Palace appeared. He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and held the sword in a strange posture.

The gray-robed guardian raised his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Then his head lowered slightly. Fengyun Wuji's side, another gray-robed guardian appeared, and a sword was touched upwards, and a gray sword energy broke through the air.

But Feng Yun Wuji's "William Feetings and Body Technique" can exert its power ten thousand. Just a trace of wind power has made him float away with the momentum, and the sword energy will naturally cut the sky.

The right guardian's sword was retracted and swept to his side, and he remained motionless. Feng Yun Wuji could already feel that it was just a afterimage, and he was no longer in place.

A wisp of sword energy came silently behind him, but it still blew through Fengyun Wuji.

One sword after another, continuous, and the strange mist emitted from the sword floated away, and there was a corrosive smell in the air. More than a dozen gray-robed men appeared in the void. One gray-robed man had just disappeared, and more gray-robed men were generated. Each gray-robed man maintained a different sword-waving posture.

However, what is even more strange is Feng Yun Wuji. It is no longer a move that the human body can make. The body is twisted and floated, and it is like a piece of paper, zipping at any angle. The right guardian took thousands of swords, but he didn't even succeed in a single sword.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" The voice of the right guardian echoed in the air, one word was spitting out, but the other word changed direction.

Feng Yun Wuji felt a trace of emotional fluctuation in this person's tone for the first time, which was an extreme depression and helplessness.

"William catkins follow the wind's body technique." Feng Yun Wuji said casually.

Suddenly, the phantoms in the sky disappeared, and not far from Feng Yun Wuji, a man in gray appeared, wearing a wide gray robe dancing in the wind.

"With this peerless body technique, you are invincible. No matter how strong my sword is, it cannot hurt you." After that, he lifted it, and the thrown sword sheath flew up from the ground and sank into his hands.

Knock! The long sword was sheathed, and the man in gray robe walked towards the depths of Youming Peak without looking back.

"When I restrain my sword energy, no more slight wind will be released, and I will look for you again!"
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