The breeze is coming slowly, and the bright moon is in the sky.
Suddenly there was a clear shadow in the sky.
Holding the scabbard, he stabbed Zulong.
Before anyone could react, Zulong had already pressed against the scabbard.
Another small world was born in the palm of Zulong.
The first one is about to be taken away by Zulong.
The clear shadow suddenly disappeared, and where he disappeared, there was another figure, a white figure. The moment he took over the scabbard, the killing golden wind surged out of the scabbard and rushed straight into the small world in Zulong's palm.
The phantom in white has eyebrows and eyes like swords, sharp and menacing. He is called the Second, and is the spirit of the First Sword.
The disappearing clear shadow came to Zulong's right hand in an instant, holding the first one, and then a strong wind rushed in.
One to the left, one to the right, one to the east and one to the west, Zulong's hands are filled with the winds of the west and the east.
The wind from the east brings vitality, and the wind from the west brings murderous intent.
Zulong has embraced the winds of East and West, but he doesn't seem happy at all.
The wind blows in the east and the wind blows in the west too.
The wind rises from the earth, and the wind from the nine heavens falls.
The wind filled the sky, and in the sky, it turned into a world of wind in an instant.
And Zulong is at the center of the east-west world of heaven, earth and wind.
The two small worlds in his palm seemed unable to swallow the wind of a whole world.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
No matter whether it was the little dragon cub Long Li, Emperor Qibei or the elders of the Qilin clan, they were a little unable to react.
They were all stunned, looking this way and then that.
Still don't know what happened.
Zu Long glanced at Er Er, then turned to look at the plain young Qingfeng boy with harmless features. This boy was younger than Wu Tian and older than his son, but with this face, Zu Long's eyes were a little complicated, and then he He lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers, and the small world exploded.
First and Qingfeng were blown away.
At the same time, the second one was also blown away.
Qingfeng let go of the first one, raised his hands and wrapped his sleeves around Zulong.
Zulong raised his hand and waved away the breeze from his sleeves.
The breeze disappeared in an instant, came behind Zulong, raised his hand, and struck Zulong's head with intertwined wind patterns.
Zu Long turned around and punched out, and the palm prints were shattered by the breeze.
But in the next moment, Qingfeng reunited.
It's still the same figure, plain and innocent, with harmless features. He raises his sleeves, and the wind blows on both sleeves. When he raises his hand, the wind patterns are intertwined, and a big hand that covers the sky is formed.
Zulong punched out, and he was shattered again, but the next moment, he appeared again.
At the same time, the little man in yellow was first driving the flying sword, and the second was holding the scabbard, and together they killed the ancestor dragon.
After Wu Tian took a drop of the divine water of life, he used his immortal body cultivation method with all his strength, and used Zhou Tian to speed up the recovery of his injuries.
As the essence of life poured in, Wu Tian's heart beat more powerfully.
"Bang bang...bang bang..."
The whole world is his heartbeat.
Even Zulong was affected.
Zu Long snorted coldly, and he broke Wu Tian's silence spell.
After all, Zulong has profound attainments on the Avenue of Sound.
In addition, the impact of the dragon's roar on the forbidden speech spell was not small.
"Can we win with more people?" Zu Long sneered, his voice a little hoarse.
This was said to Wu Tian.
Wu Tian spoke, his voice also hoarse, "That's not enough!"
Wu Tian raised his head. At this time, it was the bright moon in the sky and the bright moon in the head.
The return of the breeze not only brought him a chance to breathe, but also the bright moon.
The bright moon will send him home, and the bright moon will accompany me.
Wu Tian smiled softly and waved: "Come!"
The moonlight falls like a waterfall.
Soon, a white figure walked out of Wu Tian. The young man's white robe was as white as the snow, as bright as the moon. The young man had long hair like a waterfall, and his eyes were calm. When he looked at Zulong, Zulong paused slightly as he hit Qingfeng.
Supernatural power: Silence!
It's his own magical power.
The same freedom as the breeze.
Just because he likes silence.
