fairy tales

Chapter 1095 Sword Astral Wind (2)
"what!"

The young man let out a shrill cry, the cold wind blew across his body, sword marks appeared one after another, and scarlet blood gushed out, and at the same time pieces of minced meat were cut off...

"help me!"

The young man's eyes are full of fear and desire for life. His arms have been blown by the cold wind several times, exposing his skeleton. His bloody arms are constantly sending out distress messages to the indifferent silver-haired old man in the void. Unfortunately, the latter just glanced at him indifferently and didn't make any moves.

"Hoohoo!"

Straight to the heart of the cold wind blowing, the cold wind is as if the substance, in the blink of an eye, it seems that one or two bright sword blades can be seen, and one or two empty sword marks are cut in the air. It came out from the crack in the "Stone Sword".

"help me!"

The young man's eyeballs were protruding. At this moment, no part of his body was intact. It could be said that there were many sword scars. His throat was hoarse. He lay down on the ground with blood flowing on the ground. Even a thin layer of minced meat was laid down. At this moment, his hand like a chicken claw is sending out a final cry for help to the people in his alliance.

However, who else in his alliance rushed to deal with such a terrifying and unknown strong wind, they all backed away in fear, not daring to move forward.

"Jian Gangfeng, is this the legendary Jian Gangfeng?" Chu Liuxiang raised his eyebrows and said with a slight frown. Jian Gangfeng's attack power is indeed very strong, and it may be difficult to resist Jian Gangfeng at the ordinary level of Qi Refining Attack continuously for several minutes!

"That's right. This is the sword gang wind, a terrifying strong wind in the sword mound of the Murong family. The weak ones are enough to break your heart, and the strong ones can hardly stay under such a terrifying attack for a long time." Ao Xiong said in a deep voice.

Xiao Feng looked at the young man in front of him who was still being ravaged by the sword wind with a pair of bright eyes. He was already dying at the moment, and his life was about to end. God, even one day may not be able to persist."

"Don't worry about this. Murong Ya said that he can practice in the sword mound for at most one month, so it is impossible to have sword wind everywhere." Ao Xiong said.

Dugu Juehen looked coldly at the stone sword with a crack in it. Although he was far away, he could still feel a terrifying sword aura there. His cold eyes flickered from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

……

Everyone just watched silently that the young man in the field was blown by the strong wind and cut into pieces by the wind sword, leaving only a bloody skeleton. A little scumbag, even though everyone is talented among the young generation, most of them have become extremely ugly, and one or two people can't help but turn their heads away and vomit.

The silver-haired old man spoke at this time, still in an indifferent voice, and said indifferently: "I have already reminded that the sword mound is very dangerous. You yourself do not pay attention to it. No wonder others."

(End of this chapter)