The surging and ups and downs are endless. Thousands of blue and gray leaves are powerless to resist the bleak evening breeze, floating away from the branches, like countless bright blood beads falling out of thin air between heaven and earth... The sky is stained with blood!

Surrounded by more than twenty companions, the masked man stood in front of the wind with a gun, and he stood here quietly.

But the whole body was like the blue sea waves rolling, roaring, rippling, endless, setting off the golden scenery behind me, complementing each other.

One person and one forest actually formed a complete momentum.

The spear slowly waved forward, and the masked man's head was raised in the wind, as if it was also full of red color like the bloody sky.

Countless fallen leaves circling and falling above his head, but no remaining leaves could touch his body. The spear was raised with his right hand and gradually locked in the sword crazy.

Master Wutian stood indifferently, looking at the way he came without any sorrow or joy, without longing, without expectation, without panic, without fear. He knew that he would die like a mustard today, and would flow into the grass like the corpse in front of him, but he was still peaceful.

"Do!" The flying knife fell to the ground, wiping away the blood of the blade. Facing the masked man who was about to send him on the road, Master Wutian also gave the highest standard respect. He pinched the sword finger that had killed everyone in a foreign guest hotel, lifted the heavy weight and shot it in front, and instantly locked the spear against him and resolved the invisible.

"Woo..." A shrill sound came, and when the evening wind suddenly became stronger in the forest, a heavy pressure suddenly appeared madly and domineeringly.

The man with a gun narrowed his eyes and his feet were nailed to the ground, as stable as a rock, and motionless.

But his hair and clothes were all floating backwards with the wind, as if he was about to fly away from his body. In the woods behind him, they were neatly tilted backwards, and countless fallen leaves, whether they had landed or in mid-air, swept backwards at this moment.

The fallen leaves covered half of the sky in an instant! The spear suddenly separated, the woods were woods, and the spear was a spear.

There seemed to be no connection between the two. The man in the mask turned into a lonely man standing in the world. Nothing around him would be his help. The geographical advantage pattern he created that was extremely beneficial to him was instantly destroyed!

"The master is the master."

The man holding the gun sighed: "I am worthy of being the leader of the Qing Sect in Tianshan Realm, I am not as good as you!"

"It's better than me, then let me give you a few tricks before dying."

Master Wutian coughed gently and swallowed the blood. When the man holding the gun tightened, Master Wutian had already shrunk into an inch and shot into front of him.

The sword finger was pointed at his chest like a meteor and silently stabbed it out. The speed was simply indescribable, and even the murderous aura trembled.

The man who had no time to swing the gun changed his face, but when he pointed at the mad finger, he took three steps back steadily, no more or less, just three steps, giving his position to the Wutian Mage. At the same time, he raised his left hand to protect him, and drank a word from his mouth: "Broken!"

His five fingers were like dragon claws, holding the sword finger of the Wuyan Master.
Chapter completed!