"No, no, no, why have they all been blown away? I haven't gotten it yet." Nan Tian Yijian looked at the secret books flying in the sky, and immediately ran over without thinking: "These are all mine, they are all mine." be mine."
"It's really disappointing. See if I don't stimulate you..."
Feng Long looked at Nan Tian Yi Jian running around, opened his mouth and spit out a wind blade: "The things that don't live up to expectations are just a few rubbish secret books? I'll let you pick it up again, I'll let you pick it up again."
The one-meter-long huge wind blade was chasing closely behind Nan Tian Yijian, and would stab Nan Tian Yijian violently in the butt every second.
"Master Fenglong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I really don't want it now, stop it, stop it, my butt can't bear it anymore."
When Nan Tian Yijian saw Mr. Jun at the corner, he felt as if he had found a life-saving straw. He threw away the secret book in his hand with a loud shout, covered his butt with both hands and ran straight towards Mr. Jun: "Little Junzi, little Junzi, please help me." I, I’m going to die.”
"Huh? Xiao Jianzi, why are you here?"
Master Jun looked at Nan Tian Yijian holding his buttocks with both hands and rushing toward him in a hurry. He stopped his exploring movements and asked aloud.
"Don't ask so many questions yet. There is a wind blade behind me. Please help me. I'm going to die from pain."
"What is that behind you? Why is there a wind blade? Is it so powerful?"
"Don't worry about it for now, run quickly." Nan Tian approached Master Jun with a sword, and didn't care about it anymore. He directly grabbed Master Jun and ran away: "Little Junzi, can you break up that wind blade?"
"It's too slow. I'll run with you." Master Jun saw the wind blade approaching again, directly shouldered the Nantian sword, and ran crazily around the middle stone pillar: "What on earth did you do? How did you provoke the wind? Blade attack?”
"Brother Jun, are you here?"
Mr. Jun ran to Nantian Wan'er and watched Nan Tian Wan'er waving to him. While running wildly, he shouted loudly: "Wan'er, run quickly, there is a wind blade behind you."
"Come on, kid, let's run." Feng Long watched the wind blade approaching and directly released a ball of wind-attribute spiritual energy, carrying Nan Tian Wan'er into the air.
"What's going on?" Mr. Jun turned his head and looked at Feng Ren while asking Nan Tian Wan'er: "Do you know where this sewing comes from?"
"Ah..., little Junzi, run quickly, the wind blade is coming up again."
Nan Tian Yijian was held on Master Jun's shoulder. He held his head tightly with both hands and pressed it against Master Jun's back. As soon as he raised his head and glanced at the wind blade, the wind blade spun and stabbed Nan Tian Yijian like a spiral arrow. on the back.
"Brother Jun, run away."
Nantian Wan'er watched Master Jun running towards her, waved her hand and said: "That wind blade was released by Master Feng Long. Anyone who is contaminated by Brother Yijian's breath will be attacked by the wind blade, although the wind blade will not hurt. It will reach you, but it will have to attack a thousand times before it will dissipate."
"A thousand times? That many?"
Master Jun turned his head to look at Nan Tian Yijian on his shoulder, and asked loudly while running: "Xiao Jianzi, how many times have you been attacked just now?"
"I forgot, probably almost a hundred times."
"Why is it only a hundred times? Doesn't it mean that I will be attacked by the wind blade nine hundred times?"
"Little Junzi, run quickly, the wind blade is coming again." Nan Tian Yi Jian put his head against Master Jun's back and said with tears in his eyes as he resisted the attack of the wind blade: "I will never take any secret books again, Senior Feng Long Just let me go."
In such a short distance, the wind blade attacked dozens of times.
Every attack of the wind blade was a straight-line attack. Nantian's sword happened to get stuck on Master Jun's back, so Nantian's sword resisted all the wind blade attacks.
"Ah ah ah, I'm going to die. Xiao Junzi, please run faster. Senior Feng Long, no, no, no, Master Feng Long, I was wrong, please spare me."
"What on earth did you do? Why did you let him release the wind blade to attack you?" Mr. Jun watched the wind blade behind him attack again. He pulled out the ground cracker with his left hand and turned back with his carbine, stabbing the wind blade violently.
Nan Tian Yijian lay on Master Jun's shoulder. When Master Jun began to turn backwards, Nan Tian Yijian's legs were still tightly pulled by Master Jun, but his body and head were thrown up directly.
While Mr. Jun was sorting through more than a dozen small stone pillars, Nan Tian Yijian's head followed the stone pillars on the side and bumped into them one by one.
"It hurts, it hurts. Little Junzi, please slow down a little. Maybe I'll be killed by you before I'm even hurt by the wind blade."
"I know, please bear with me for a while."
The ground cracking gun temporarily blocked the momentum of the wind blade, but Master Jun's left hand was numbed by the force of the rebound, and the tiger's mouth was directly torn apart by the spiral force of the wind blade: "Hiss..., it hurts so much." Me."
"boom……"
Master Jun's left hand trembled violently, and the tip of the Earth Splitting Gun fell directly to the ground. Blood flowed out continuously from Master Jun's torn tiger's mouth, flowed down the barrel of the Earth Splitting Gun, and quickly covered the entire gun body. Spear tip.
"Huh..., it finally stopped. I really fainted." Nan Tian Yi Jian touched his head and slowly raised his head: "Fuck, little Junzi, run quickly, that wind blade is here again..."
"It's really fucked..., fuck..." Mr. Jun raised his head and looked at the rushing wind blade, shouted angrily, turned around and rushed forward again. The moment he turned his head, Nan Tian Yijian's head was hit on the stone pillar again.
"Little Junzi, be careful, I have a human head, not a stone."
"I know, hold me tight."
On this second floor, there is only a huge stone pillar in the middle supporting the floor and roof. The rest of the place is filled with small stone pillars. Master Jun carries the Nantian sword around the huge stone pillar, circling around and around. From time to time, he also used small stone pillars to hide for a while.
"call……"
An hour later, Mr. Jun returned to the direction of Nantian Wan'er again, hid behind the stone pillar and gasped: "We have tried our best to resist the attack of the wind blade just now, how many more times can the wind blade be there now?"
"There are still more than three hundred times, brother Jun, come on."
"Why are there more than 300 times? I feel like I have been attacked no less than 2,000 times."
Nan Tian touched his swollen head with a sword and said melancholy: "Master Feng Long, please let me go. I really know I was wrong."
"Huh, but I don't think it's enough."
Feng Long looked at Nan Tian Yijian and snorted coldly, and sprayed out thick spiritual energy from his mouth: "In the next three hundred attacks, I will show you what is called simplification of the avenue, and what is called one-stop attack." Baihui, how can one kind of magic be transformed into ever-changing forms?"
"Master Fenglong..."
Just as Nan Tian Yijian wanted to speak, he was slapped on the head by Master Jun: "Senior Feng Long, Xiao Jianzi really understands. I will teach him in the future, so just let him go."
"Humph, don't even think about it..."
The rich wind-attributed aura coiled around the wind blade, and began to twist and change as it encountered people, and began to develop new attack methods, such as wind gun, wind sword, wind wall, wind hammer, wind stone pillar, wind tornado...
In short, everything that can be simulated by wind slowly appeared in front of everyone.
"Do you need so many?"
Nan Tian Yijian looked at the mimic attacks appearing one after another in front of him, and said sadly: "With so many attacks hitting me, will we die? Mr. Feng Long, I was really wrong, please let me go." …”
"Don't worry, I won't let you die. I won't even hurt you again, but the pain will be ten times greater."
"There are more than three hundred types, which is almost enough. Let these attacks tell you why you shouldn't learn too many spells." Feng Long snorted coldly, and more than three hundred mimicry spells merged into one again. Blade: "Boys, take the move, mimic attacks will appear one by one."
"No..., this kind of magic will really kill someone."
Nan Tian Yijian looked at Feng Ren, who was charging at him again, and shouted in a private message: "I was wrong..., I was really wrong..., please let me go, it will really kill someone."
Master Jun looked at the wind blade that had charged through again, and his body trembled unconsciously. He looked at Nan Tian's trembling sword and said, "Hey, Abu, let's run separately. Maybe it will be easier."
As Master Jun was about to put Nan Tian Yijian on the ground, Nan Tian Yijian also felt his own crisis and held Master Jun's head tightly with both hands: "No..., little Junzi, you can't leave me. "
"Oh..., it's not personal anyway. Besides, this is your own fault, and you have to bear it in the end."
Mr. Jun looked at Nan Tian Yijian and smiled awkwardly. After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Feng Long: "Senior Feng Long, don't you think so? It's time to teach the little Jianzi what it means to use one method to control thousands of attacks."
"You just play slowly here. As long as you don't kill the little sword, it will be fine. I have to find the mechanism that leads to the next level, so I won't talk about it yet."
Mr. Jun smiled awkwardly at Feng Long and the others. His body shook and he threw Nan Tianyi's sword away. The operator's movement technique ran towards the distance.
"Xiao Junzi, aren't we brothers? How could you leave me like this?" Nan Tian Yi Jian sat on the ground, howling and shouting: "Xiao Junzi, come back quickly, come back quickly."
Master Jun looked at Nan Tian Yijian's miserable look, and he still couldn't bear it, so he ran forward with all his strength while giving Nan Tian Yijian some advice: "Little Jianzi, run quickly, I'll hide for a while and wait. I will save you again."
"Little Junzi, you...are you still running forward?" Nan Tian Yijian looked at Mr. Jun in the distance, cursed with no intention of stopping, and stood up quickly to catch up.
"Don't say I didn't warn you. There is only one wind blade, and it can definitely only chase one person. If we run separately, he won't know who to chase."
"That's it, that's okay, little Junzi, wait for me... I don't want you to run away with me, you wait for me first..." Nan Tian Yijian looked back after listening to Master Jun's words. Fenglong laughed and ran in the other direction.
