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Chapter 0142

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the clouds are getting thicker and thicker.

Afterwards, everyone felt that they could pull off a cloud in the sky just by stretching out a hand, but there was still no lightning or thunder...

The three people in the moonlight were closest to Da Wuhui. They looked at the Nine-Nine Sword in Da Wuhui's hand in horror. The power of this Nine-Nine Sword was too terrifying.

If it were used by someone who understood the Law of Chaos and converted the power of wind and clouds in the sky into attacks, everyone here today would probably not be able to go back, and everyone would be puzzled!

Wang Yang and others thought that something had happened to Da Wuhui, and when they all went back and forth worriedly, the people of Xianzong once again seized the opportunity and launched another round of fierce attacks.

"Hmm -" Wang Yanjun grunted, and was knocked back hundreds of feet by a spell from the person on the opposite side.

When he entered the eighth prison, Wang Yanjun had already exhausted his unique space power. When he broke out of the ninth prison, he consumed the space power in his blood. Although Wang Yanjun was not weak at this time, he had lost his strongest strength.

After relying on magic, the old opponent opposite him has made it difficult for him to compete.

As soon as Wang Yanjun was defeated, the people opposite him began to attack crazily. Wang Yanjun was in danger...

Wang Yang and others wanted to help, but were unable to do so.

Sun Sheqiang's clever cooperation with the woman made his old rival begin to feel the pinch. After Sun Sheqiang saw Wang Yanjun's situation, Sun Sheqiang shouted: "Tian Tianzi, here, let's defend against the enemy together."

"Understood." Wang Yanjun replied and immediately came to Sun Sheqiang's side. Three people were fighting against two people, and it was almost a fight.

"Hmph——" The person opposite Mao Lei snorted coldly, and the flying sword pierced Mao Lei's shoulder directly, and blood gurgled out.

Because Mao Lei used a lot of immortal talismans in the Eighth Prison, there are very few immortal talismans now. He lost his biggest advantage after not fighting for long, and he has persisted until now...

The situation of Mao Lei and others began to get worse and worse.

At this time, the power of the strong wind seemed to have reached its strongest level, and the sky was full of howling winds. The sound of the wind was so strong that it felt like it was piercing the eardrums. The black clouds in the sky were also piled up to their thickest, and they looked like they had condensed into one piece.

The huge discus hit everyone on the head...

Mao Lei was knocked back again, and the opponent's flying sword stabbed directly at his forehead. It seemed that the opponent was going to break Mao Lei's spiritual platform, make his spirit come out of his body, and kill him again!

Mao Lei had no immortal relics to use. How could he resist the power of the carefully selected flying swords in his opponent's hands by relying on spells alone?

Mao Lei's spiritual power was almost exhausted at this time, and he had no way to hide or defend himself!

"Wuwangzi——" Wang Yang and others shouted with eyes wide open.

At this time, Da Wuhui suddenly moved.

"Wha—" With a sound, the three people of Zangyue who originally thought that Da Wuhui had no way to escape, found that Da Wuhui disappeared in an instant, and brought the afterimages all the way to Mao Lei, who was about to pierce with the flying sword, and then took Mao Lei with him.

Lei dragged countless afterimages to Sun Sheqiang...

The three of them were startled, and when they wanted to catch up with Da Wuhui, they discovered something shocking. The strong wind around them had no attack power, but when Da Wuhui moved like a fleeting shadow, the wind changed.

These winds blocked the surroundings of the three people like the power of heaven. It was not that the three people could not move, but their movements became extremely slow, as if the strong winds around them were suppressing them with great force.

On the other hand, Da Wuhui was incredibly fast. Under the black clouds and in the strong wind, there were all the afterimages of Da Wuhui. He was not teleporting, he was flying. It was precisely because he was flying so fast that he could

It will bring out so many afterimages.

Mao Lei's opponent suddenly felt that the flying sword had become like a wooden stick poking at cotton, weak and unable to penetrate.

Then, he saw a third-level celestial boy that he had not noticed at first. The boy who always felt that he was being held up by others with flying swords flashed past his eyes with an afterimage, and then led Mao Lei in front of him.

disappear.

When he was so angry that he wanted to fly to catch up, he found that he was stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult to move. At this moment, his whole body became like rust, and he was struggling...

Da Wuhui turned around Mao Lei and the others at lightning speed, taking several people with him. Along with the strong wind and dark clouds that appeared along the way, he disappeared from the eyes of the three people of Cangyue and the five members of the Immortal Sect.

They looked at Da Wuhui leaving in horror, and then they understood the power of the first ability of the Nine Moon Sword.

"Chase! Chase me!" The mysterious old Taoist shouted angrily at the five members of the Immortal Sect.

"Yes! Great Elder!" The five members of the Immortal Sect nodded in unison, and after speaking respectfully, they turned into streams of light and flew towards the direction where Da Wuhui and others disappeared.

This mysterious old man turned out to be the great elder of the Immortal Sect!

After the city lord of Sixiang City changed his expression several times, he flew towards Sixiang City angrily. With the Taoist priest of Xianzong and his five men, he was no longer completely sure of taking away Dawuhui's Black Moon and Nine-month Swords.

The Lord of Sixiang City was shocked when Da Wuhui used the power of the first black moon of the Nine Moon Sword. He wanted to go back, he still had a black moon in his hand, and he wanted to find out the secret of the black moon.

If there could be such a powerful spell as Da Wuhui, the Nine Sects and Five Families would not become their own vassal sects...

Cangyue looked at the disappearing Dawugui and actually smiled. He whispered softly: "Let me wait and see, maybe he can gather all eight black moons."

The waning moon flew away in the sky. Why did he say that Da Wuhui could gather eight black moons instead of nine? Why was he so confident that he could not get the black moon Da Wuhui?

The mysterious old Taoist looked at the departing Lord of Sixiang City and Cangyue with a hint of evil, without making any rash move.

Firstly, he didn’t know that the lord of Canyue and Sixiang City had Black Moon in his hands; secondly, he felt that chasing Da Wuhui was the most important thing now. Not only did he have the Nine-Yue Sword and Black Moon, but he also had the Immortal Sect’s must-kill

The Twelve Guardians of Sanqing Temple.

The mysterious old Taoist also chased in the direction where Da Wuhui disappeared...

Under the black clouds and in the strong wind, Da Wuhui was still flying rapidly. Wang Yang and others looked at Da Wuhui in shock and were speechless.

They could clearly feel that in the strong wind, Da Wuhui was as indifferent to you and me as the wind. Since he was the wind, the wind was him. Therefore, Da Wuhui's speed in the strong wind was incredibly fast. It seemed that as long as there was wind,

Now, he will be faster than anyone else.

Not only that, but there was also a swirling air current under the feet of Wang Yang and the others, which doubled their speed and was much faster than when they were at their peak cultivation level.

Judging from the situation just now, the strong wind also hindered the enemies that Da Wuhui deliberately avoided. What kind of magic is this? What is the use of the black clouds in the sky?

Everyone thought so.

And Wang Yang thought to himself: Is this Da Wuhui? Is this Da Wuhui a few months ago? When he first met Da Wuhui, he was still a boy who was not even a first-level celestial being, but now he has a tendency to surpass them.

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