Chapter 495

As the name suggests, the wind in the yellow wind world is not only sharp and strong, but also yellow foggy. Compared with other winds, although there is no abnormality, the color is extremely strange.

The yellow wind is blowing, whistling, but it can't blow away. At this time, it sends out a piece of killing air in the whole interface. Its gas is like smoke, it seems to have quality, it seems to soar up and erupt into the sky.

The murderous spirit is cold and cold, freezing and condensing the white clouds on the yellow wind; The wild geese and birds flying in the air also seem to be extremely unadaptable to the rapid climate change. They flutter their wings and wail one after another. They just want to get away from here quickly.

Not long after, the Yellow catkins are flying, and the temperature of one side of the world has plummeted. It's snowing! Yellow snow! At this time, when the sun is shining, the sun is in the sky. This situation is more and more abnormal and strange.

Countless monks, as silent as statues, stood motionless, letting the Yellow snowflakes fall on their heads, shoulders, clothes and hair, then quickly melt and disappear.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds smoke in the daytime, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow one after another" is the most basic and true portrayal of the yellow wind.

"Those who fall will not be killed! But if there is any defiance, I don't mind bloodshed The dragon's eyes were as cold as a knife. He looked coldly at the friars in Huang Feng's world headed by Sanxin Jushi, and issued an ultimatum: "give you ten breath time to think about it. After ten breath, it's time for us to start! "

"Don't think about it! Go to your grandma! Pour out the strength of our whole world and try our best to annihilate the invading enemy! Kill... "The master of sheshenzong, Sanxin Jushi, finally issued the order of decisive battle.

The dragon's pupil suddenly shrank, and he drank with no expression: "kill!"

Before that, they also received the war report that Huang jincangyu was in full bloom, but they didn't care so much; However, after the opening of the big battle, Huang Fengjie did not receive the news of the fall of Huang Chong, Huang Xu and Huang Cheng. So they think that facing the Dragon party, they still have the power of the first World War. Even if we turn defeat into victory, it is also between the two.

The majority of the monks in the major branches of the yellow wind kingdom are nearly 50000. Ordinary disciples are preparing for battle, and dozens of ancient and semi ancient masters, led by Sanxin Jushi, have flocked to take advantage of the unstable foothold of the dragon. In their view, just by their own dozens of masters who surpass Taijing, they are enough to sweep the dragon;

In terms of the total number of people, the Shenlong line is no more than nearly 10000, while the Huangfeng line has 50000, the number is five to one; In terms of experts, there are only three semi ancient strong men on the Dragon side, while there are more than ten semi ancient strong men on the Huangfeng side, and nearly 30 near ancient strong men!

There is a big difference in the strength between the two sides. Sanxin and all the friars of Huangfeng kingdom were just aware of this. They were rude and unruly. They wanted to finish their work in one battle.

"Blue and blue dreams, this is the magic weapon that you fought for with your ancestors - zhaoyue sword! Today, if you die under the sword, it's a good place to die... "Sanxin Jushi gives a grim smile and pours at the blue and blue dreams.

"In those days, this zhaoyue sword caused a lot of friars' crazy looting. Now, it's nothing in my eyes... However, I still drink the blood from your two necks with it. On the way to huangquan, you and your ancestors and relatives are not lonely! Ha ha... "

The invisible prohibitions originally set up in the open space of both sides are now in vain, just like paper paste. Sanxin Jushi took the lead and led dozens of strong men beyond Taijing. After Shengsheng broke the ban, he directly met with the dragon.

Sanxin gives an order to let the experts attack the dragon. He strides forward with zhaoyue sword in his hand. He just stares at Qinglan shuangmeng and wants to kill him and his wife.

Ziji Sanyang didn't wait for the dragon to give the order. He had already shaken his body and met them. They found their opponents and handed them in pingpong. See the electric light is dazzling, thunder is roaring, between each receive send move, the whole yellow wind boundary is a period of sloshing.

In this battle in the yellow wind world, Ziji Sanyang let go of her hand and foot, and gave full play to her semi ancient accomplishments. She no longer had to worry about the destruction of the interface and the collapse of the space. Anyway, the yellow wind world is not her own.

All the strong men in Huangfeng's world, seeing that Ziji Sanyang's cultivation was excellent, were unwilling to fight with him. They only separated a few people to contain three people, and the others went around the battle circle and continued to flash towards the dragon. Before the people came near, their magic weapons and magic weapons had already rained heavily.

Seeing this, the Dragon drank softly: "retreat!" With the same side of the blue double dream and others, body shape flash, swept back.

"Where to go?" Close to the three heart home, see blue double dream with rolling shadow all the way back, where to consider other, catch up. And the remaining dozens of companions, also followed the three heart Curie, swept past.

"Lock!" The Dragon orders out like a mountain. A white fog suddenly appears. It is uncertain. Dozens of Sanxin residents are enveloped. With the dragon's second command, it came from the thick fog: "turn!"

Before the sound of the words came down, there was a rumble and dull sound. Among them, the roar of the beast rocked the sky, and the huge shadow swayed and loomed in the thick fog. At the same time, a piece of real pressure has locked them down.

At this moment, the strange spirit array, which has been practiced by the beasts for a long time, has already urged the luck!

Sanxin and other dozens of people are shrouded in the vast white fog. For a moment, they are not clear about the southeast and northwest. It seems that this thick white fog is another space; It's hard to find out the extent of this white fog.

In the middle of all the monks' surprise, a fierce wind was blowing on their faces, and the white fog was churning. A huge unparalleled animal claw, like a mountain, came crashing!

Dozens of people, like a group of mice, were thrown down by a collapsed wall under this huge claw.

Not thinking about it much, they were all shocked. They tried to block the huge claw that was shot by the roar of the sun.

"Boom" a loud bang, like a thunderbolt in the head. Under the joint force of all the people, the huge claw had been smashed, and the rushing air was surging, which rolled up the dust all over the sky. The strong wind was blowing fast, and all the people's hair and hair were flying, but they were already gray heads and faces.

Just as Sanxin and others breathed a little relief, a huge shadow passed over their head, and the pressure like a mountain also rumbled down. Looking up, I saw another two huge furry animal's paws photographed.

In desperation, they had to draw the gourd as they did, and again urged them to stop the two giant palms coming from the top of Mount Tai.

As a result, dozens of strong men, led by Sanxin Jushi, have been trapped in the strange spirit array of beasts. They can't stop and can't get away. They also have to do their best to block the giant beast's claws one by one.

However, in the battlefield outside the Qi Ling formation, Ziji Sanyang is fighting fiercely with several strong men in the Huang Feng formation. The nearly ten thousand friars, including Qinglan shuangmeng and Huaguang, also launched a fierce attack on the tens of thousands of friars in the Huang Feng formation.

It was a bloody battle. It was full of melancholy and fog. The broken limbs and bodies were thrown around, and the blood was pouring into the sky. In the light and shadow of the sword, the electric fire, the wind and the thunder were rolling all over the sky, and the huge sound of the sky shaking price was heard all the time. Not long after, the ears of the ordinary friars had become deaf, and they could no longer hear any sound.

Suddenly I heard a long roar, and the roar of the sky could not be covered up. Before it disappeared, two long whistles came again and again!

These three long whistles, such as the sound of the dragon, the sound of the tiger, the sound of the lion, the sound of the thunder, the sound of the rumble and the crack of the clouds. At this moment, the countless friars on both sides who were fighting fiercely stopped and turned to look.

There are one or two groups of blood mist floating around each of the three men. The strong men in the yellow wind world who are fighting against them have disappeared. They are all dead!

A Leng later, the Dragon side of the friars is morale, a swing in the hands of the blade, once again roar a voice, and attack up; The disciples of Huang Fengjie's sects were defeated and their fighting spirit dropped to the freezing point.