Chapter 36

Zifeng carefully opened the vines outside the cave, and a dry smell came to his face. The cave was not very deep, about ten feet deep. There was a room in it, and several moonstones with a large bowl mouth were inlaid on the wall, making the whole cave full of soft light. It's the first time to see such a big moonlight stone wind.

Carefully looked at the things in the room and found that there was nothing else except a futon in front of me. However, the futon looks as bright and clean as new, which is very different from the dusty scene around it.

There is a line of words on the wall opposite the futon. Zifeng looks at the wall: I've been crazy about knives and martial arts all my life. I've won countless battles. Respected by thousands of people, he has no wish. However, he is old and has no children. In the end, he is floating like a dream. If you fail to find the way, you will end up in this wild mountain and ridge. Leave three residual sabres. I hope those who are destined to get them.

The child murmured in the air outlet. Just after reading, the words on the wall began to creep strangely, twist and entangle together, and then began to split into a luminous void image. The image floated in the air and slowly approached the child wind.

Zifeng didn't move in the whole process. He knew that if the other party wanted to harm himself, Zifeng had no possibility to escape. After all, it was just a later state of martial arts, which was insignificant compared with these hermits.

The image soon came to Zifeng, and the sound of "whew" narrowed into his mind. Zifeng suddenly had an image in his mind: an old man with a long beard and a long beard, holding a willow branch, dancing, and reading in his mouth, the first move: the wind sweeps away the fallen leaves. The old man rolled the willow lightly and didn't see the fluctuation of Yuan force. The fallen leaves on the ground were like being rolled up by the wind. With the swing of the willow branches, they whirled and whirled. The scene was unspeakable soft. However, at the moment when the willow branches were fixed, the fallen leaves also whirled into a huge dragon with teeth and claws, roaring out, and a wild force burst out immediately.

The second type: the rain breaks the rock. The willows seem to wave more slowly at this time, but an orderly rhythm constantly shakes on the willow branches, like beating in one direction or adjusting in any direction. A torrential rain poured down, and the willow dance in the old man's hands stopped. The raindrops could not penetrate the small willow branches and fell on the old man, and were always excluded. The raindrops drained by willow branches fell on the rock in the distance. They were very light, but they pierced the whole rock.

The third move: as soon as he cut the heaven and earth, the old man suspended the willow in the air. With a wave of the willow branch, Zifeng stopped without seeing what action he was doing. Zifeng calmed down and continued to aftertaste this move. He found that he couldn't remember anything, and the picture ended. Zifeng can only return to the previous scene.

At this time, there was no word on the wall, and a generation of strong people finally turned into a pure land. Without the slightest affectation, Zifeng knelt respectfully on the futon and sincerely kowtowed to the empty wall. Zifeng should kowtow a few heads with both public and private.

At the end of the ceremony, Zifeng got up and was about to leave. Suddenly, there was a bright light on the opposite wall, and a virtual image of the old man appeared. The old man smiled and a voice of vicissitudes passed through the shackles of time: dust to dust, earth to earth. My sword emperor finally had an heir. Remember, you can't use it when it's not the key to cut the world. In addition. Xuantian Futon is given to you. If you were greedy, you would have been scared. Remember, don't use it easily

The old man's voice became weaker and weaker until it disappeared. Zifeng bowed respectfully again, put away the seemingly ordinary Futon on the ground, looked at it for a long time, and didn't know what material it was made of. He simply received it in the heaven and earth bag for future research. After that, Zifeng took the Moonstone from the wall, carefully covered the hole, and then continued to jump down towards the bottom of the cliff.

Soon, he came to the bottom of the cliff. A clear river flowed slowly in the steep canyon. Zifeng cleaned the blood on his body and simply changed his clean clothes. He saw a snow-white secondary wind wolf in front. There was no speckles all over. It was just a mythical existence in the wolf.

Zifeng thought it over and decided to take a risk. Now there is still one day before the end of hunting Dabi, so he can't delay. Thinking of doing it, Zifeng slowly approached the gusty wolf in front of him, but he was found more than ten meters away. The wind wolf looked at Zifeng angrily. It seemed that Zifeng's unreasonable behavior violated his dignity.

A majestic wolf howl echoed in the canyon, 'ow', 'ow', and then there were wolf howls around. The disordered footsteps rang from far to near, and the forest birds were startled to fly. Zifeng looks like a great enemy at this time. It seems that he is not an ordinary fast wind wolf in front of him. He should be the king of the wolves. It must be too late to run now. Zifeng slowly retreats to the rock wall. At least there is one side that doesn't need defense

Soon, Zifeng saw a group of fast wind wolves covering the sky and blocking the sun, and the snow-white fast wind wolf stood on the nearby mound, howling and giving orders. The wolves didn't attack immediately under its orders, as if they were playing with it. Step by step, they approached Zifeng neatly. The four sides were quiet, and there was only the sound of approaching footsteps.

Zifeng clenched the ink knife in his hand and bit his teeth. Yesterday's events made him feel an impulse to vent. If he wanted to fight, he would fight. What's my fear? Come on. Zifeng didn't wait for the wind wolf to approach, so he rushed up with an ink knife, filled his arms with vitality, and slashed the front wolf's head with the weight of the ink knife. The wolf's head burst and screamed and fell to one side.

In fact, Zifeng knows the weakness of the wolf, copper head, iron bone, tofu waist. However, Zifeng wants such a hearty battle. Only the battle can make him forget everything.

With this blow, the whole scene suddenly became chaotic. The blue wind blade fell on Zifeng like rain. Zifeng waved an ink knife and ignored the wind blade. It was a fight, chopping, smashing, splitting, and rolling his left hand. Zifeng had nothing else in his mind, but persistence and persistence. His arms, thighs, chest and back were hit by countless wind blades. Zifeng just subconsciously avoided the fatal injury.

I don't know how long later, a wolf howled and the biting wolves retreated temporarily. At this time, Zifeng was already scarred and bleeding. The dead wolf corpses were lying around. Zifeng held the blade weakly, but he stood upright. The wolves didn't retreat, and he couldn't rest. Let the blood drop slowly, the eyes met the snow wolf king in the distance fearlessly.

At this time, the sun began to shine on the bottom of the canyon, first the river, then the wolf king and the wolves, and then the Zifeng. At the moment of touching, the snow wolf king roared, and more than 20 strong wind wolves rushed up together, followed by more than 20 wind wolves. At the same time, countless wind blades came from both sides. In a moment, Zifeng was submerged and disappeared.