Xuan Gu's face turned pale, his eyes were almost bloodshot, and he felt dizzy. Just when the blood was about to go to his head, he suddenly felt the person he was carrying behind him, and he regained his clarity. At this time, he saw someone who also wanted to turn around and observe, and immediately shouted: "Run! No one - no one - is allowed to - look back!" However, the voice of Xuan Gu who said this was as hoarse as an old woman. When the other people who were running heard Xuan Gu's words, their bodies trembled. They had already guessed something and did not dare to look back. They just ran forward desperately, as if they were escaping from something. The three black snakes devoured the human with satisfaction. They looked towards the direction where everyone was leaving. Just as they were about to start chasing after him, there was a sharp pain in his body, which made the two snake heads unable to hold back a large amount of blood from their mouths. There was still lightning and thunder in the sky, and raindrops gradually fell. Under the thunderstorm, a huge two-headed snake writhing in pain on the ground. The three black black snakes plunged into the swamp painfully, and their backlash began. The foundation that was supposed to break through to the Sky Control Realm was now no longer complete due to the lack of a major head, and it was impossible to break through at all. The huge backlash forced it to stop pursuing the pursuit and could only recuperate on the spot. After all, they were just a few small bugs. It was just a pity for the human race, but it didn't matter. It could sense that the human race, I'm afraid there is no power to threaten it anymore. ...
three months later Feng Qinghua's skinny body was lying on the wicker chair in Feng's courtyard, looking at the sky with dull eyes. It was still dusk, and all the shadows in the courtyard were stretched out. The courtyard was very quiet, except for Feng Qinghua's coughing and heavy breathing from time to time. He was blind, his strength wasted, and he was now a dying man. "Ahem, cough, cough, it seems that the time has come." Feng Qinghua raised her hand with difficulty to push aside the gray hair on her temples, looking to the side with dull eyes. In that place, a small figure sat alone on a stone bench, holding his knees with his hands and staring blankly at Feng Qinghua, whose cheeks were sunken. "Xiao Feng, come here~" Feng Qinghua struggled to squeeze out a smile, but the smile was ugly no matter how ugly it looked. Although he was blind, his perception was still there, so he could naturally sense the general situation around him. Feng Xuan walked to his father with a dull expression, his head lowered, his hands and fingers crossed not knowing where to put them. A pair of thin but still warm hands covered his head and touched it gently. "Little guy, I have to leave. Ahem...from now on, you will be the only one left. It was my father's fault that he lost the wind-controlling knife. It was the heirloom that was supposed to be passed down to you. , Dad has nothing left for you, little guy... live... well..." The young Feng Xuan suddenly felt the big hand above his head slipping weakly, and the small hands intertwined with each other paused. He raised his head and could only stare blankly at his father, who had his eyes closed, and pursed his lips without saying a word. Outside the courtyard, the entire Xuanying clan was waiting quietly. "Oh~ Qinghua is gone, Aniu, you should take more care of that child in the future." The old witch closed his eyes, sighed tiredly, and walked towards the Witch Sacrifice Hall. At the same time, he did not forget to give instructions to Xuan Niu. "Mr. Wu, let me take care of Xiaofeng!" When Xuan Ling, who looked lonely, heard this, he quickly caught up with the old man Wu and begged in a low voice. "Aling, you know the rules of the tribe. You are not allowed to..."
The old man Wu paused for a moment, then continued to move forward, but his originally upright back seemed to be more stooped. Xuan Ling stood there disappointedly, clenching his fists. ... Xuan Ling stared blankly at the broken knife in Feng Xuan's hand, his thoughts ending here. "Uncle Ling, do you believe in God's will?" Feng Xuan's low voice came from his mouth. Xuan Ling came back to his senses and looked at Feng Xuan, not knowing how to answer. Feng Xuan didn't want to get any answer from Xuan Ling, so he just said to himself: "Sometimes I believe it, sometimes I don't believe it. You see, this beast's blow actually made me find my father's saber. Is this God's will? It's just that this God's will... is too funny, and eventually one day Day, I don’t want to be influenced by God’s will anymore.” Xuan Ling didn't understand what Feng Xuan was talking about, but just looked at him worriedly. Feng Xuan didn't explain. He had seen words such as providence and fate in ancient books, but he never liked the way everything seemed to be arranged in advance. Feng Xuan stood up, tore his frayed top casually, and hung it around his waist. He was holding a broken knife with a blade less than one meter in his hand, looking indifferently at the three black snakes fighting with the blood giant in front of him and said: "Today's destiny has been determined, that is, it will die by my sword, oh no..." Feng Xuan lowered his head and stroked the broken knife that was once so familiar. "It should have been my father's sword." Xuan Ling subconsciously took a step forward to hold Feng Xuan, for fear that he would do something stupid. Although he admitted that Feng Xuan was very strong at this time, he was probably not a match for that beast. However, he was shocked to find that the catch was in vain, and Feng Xuan had disappeared from the place like a phantom. "Uncle Ling, don't worry, it will be over soon." Feng Xuan's faint words came from the air. Feng Xuan looked at the battle ahead, his body gradually flew up, and the invisible wind held it firmly in the air. "Is this Yufeng? I see. I always felt that something was missing before, but I didn't expect that this beast would help me." It turned out that when Feng Xuan was knocked away by the three-headed black snake, he suddenly realized the last move of Yufeng Sword, Yufeng Style. He had been stuck in the Wind-Splitting Style for a long time. Feng Xuan thought that he would be able to reach the Wind-Splitting Style soon after he broke through to the Zang-Yun Realm. After all, it was heard that his father also realized the Wind-Splitting Style in the Zang-Yun Realm. Feng Xuan, who realized that he had a strong talent, naturally would not think that he was inferior to his father. However, the fact is that even though he was about to reach the peak of the Zang-Yun Realm, he had not yet broken through to the last move, and the Wind-Splitting Skill that was closely related to it was also stuck at this step. At the moment when he was knocked away by the giant tail of the three-headed black snake, Feng Xuan suddenly thought, why the Wind-Splitting Style, which was obviously the most powerful sword technique, was ranked second, and what was the so-called comprehensive Wind-Splitting Style? The Feng family has never allowed the ancestors' wind-controlling swordsmanship and the perception of the skills to be passed down. They think that the descendants need to find their own path in the inheritance, rather than follow the old path of the ancestors.
And what Feng Xuan realized is - break and then build! Feng Xuan's eyes were filled with green light, and he reached out to touch the wind around him, quietly floating in the air. Boiling blood! Feng Xuan's blood was surging, and his whole body was emitting amazing heat waves. Crazy blood! Faint blood-colored lines gradually covered Feng Xuan's body, and his momentum rose again and again. Feng Xuan's momentum gradually became stronger. The opening of the dual state made Feng Xuan groan, and faint blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He raised his left hand and pressed it in the air. A huge wind blade took shape instantly, rotating in the air and gradually turning into a huge green divine wheel.
