The "whooshing" of the wind seems to be singing a song from ancient times.

The trees are constantly swaying, seeming to be telling unknown secrets.

Suddenly, the blood-red figure jumped up from the dense trees.

The wind blew, the bloody clothes flowed, and the red threads danced in the air.

Blood-red eyes flashed with a sinister light.

Fair and fair, her face was half demonic and half masculine, but her face suddenly turned ferocious.

"Whoops!" The astonishing flying speed produced a strong sound of airflow, and he headed towards the back mountain.

The back mountain is a barren land with no grass growing. After a fire burned this place to the ground, not a single blade of grass grew.

Many trees that have turned into black carbon are still standing in place, forming obstacles.

Beiming Yexuan, flying above, captured the black shadows running quickly on the ground.

Suddenly, it flew downwards at such a fast speed that I could only hear the "whoosh" sound of the airflow.

A ball of red light formed between Beiming Yexuan's hands and violently attacked the black shadow.

"Bang!" The black shadow quickly dodged, and the red light hit the hard ground, forming a large circular pit that was deep enough to bury several people.

The two stood facing each other.

The moonlight shone on Beiming Yexuan, his eyes were strangely bright and unruffled, and his handsome and handsome face looked even calmer. However, his frown was releasing his hostility.

"It's not your territory, but you're taking something from me. What's your intention?" Beiming Yexuan asked indifferently.

The man raised his hand, waved his black shirt, and held a small black bag in his hand: "Your things?"

I couldn't see the man's face clearly, I just heard a smile and said: "It's just a ghost. I'll pick up the trash you don't want."

"I want it, you return it." Beiming Yexuan stretched out his hand, his tone full of threats.

"If I didn't pick up the things you threw away, would you still be able to find them?" the man said, staring at the small black bag.

"Didn't I get it back?" His hand was still hanging in the air: "Give it back to me."

"Now that it's in my hands, there's no reason to return it." The shadow turned sideways: "If you want your things back, hand over the Heaven-Slaying Sword first."

"Ha." Beiming Yexuan's red lips were half hooked, as if he was talking to himself, and also seemed to be saying to the person opposite: "This is really a very stupid deal, taking a lonely soul who is neither light nor heavy, and wants me

The Heaven-Destroying Sword, an idiot talks in his sleep."

Red light suddenly rose from the ground where his feet stood, and countless small red star points intertwined with the red light.

The red eyes narrowed slightly, and the strong wind hit the man in black robe fiercely.

The world-famous "Three Elements of Cloud Wind" should be used in this way for him. The wind is like a blade and cuts his throat with one move.

On the side of the black-robed man's figure, the cold wind blew across his chest. However, the wind that hit his face seemed to have eyes. The moment the black-robed man dodged, he turned back.

With a few "swishes", the wind scratched the silver-white mask like a sharp sword, and the mask instantly slipped off.

A face full of scars, extremely ferocious.

After seeing his face clearly, Beiming Yexuan snorted coldly and chuckled: "Heh."

Incredible, it turned out to be him.

The man in black robe was spotted, his eyes widened, and he was about to run away, but Beiming Yexuan once again launched the powerful "Three Elements Cloud Wind" at him.

The man in black robe struggled with Sansu Yunfeng, but he couldn't hurt him any more.

Beiming Yexuan shouted, grabbed his hand in the air, and took out a bow from the void. The bow had no arrows.

However, as soon as the bow was pulled, the arrow formed in the airflow and was placed firmly between the bow and the string. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the hand of the man in black robe holding a black bag hidden under the black robe: "Try
Chapter completed!