Inverse Sword God

"Helper, what shall we do? Don't let it go?"

Finally, an elderly man stood up and asked tentatively.

Zhao Kun's face was gloomy and gloomy. He looked at the two corpses on the ground and said coldly: "Go, send the two corpses of Director Du to Feihu City, saying that they were killed."

Hearing that, all the disciples trembled, and the old man was surprised: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Go, this is done, you will be the manager in the future." Zhao Kun said lightly.

"Yes! I will do it now!"

The old man was ecstatic in his heart, he hurriedly greeted his disciples, carefully placed the two bodies of Director Du, and then quickly sent to Feihu City.

He knew that if the helper did this, he must be afraid of the mysterious young man, who could make the helper afraid, either a master or a special identity.

In short, the mysterious boy is not easy to mess with.

And their Blue Wolf Gang couldn't bear this tone, so they decided to let Flying Tiger City take the shot.

Because Manager Du is the younger brother of the City Lord of Feihu City, the death of Manager Du will definitely make the City Lord of Feihu City angry.

That is a more powerful warrior than Zhao Kun, a true venerable!

Lin Xuan didn't know the small movements of the Blue Wolf Gang. At this moment, he had left Broken Mountain City and set off according to the instructions of the scarlet map.

I have to say that the map given by Zhao Kun is very detailed, at least more detailed than the one he bought.

He found the fastest way, used his body skills, and hurried fast.

The place where Lin Xuan was located was still at the edge of the blood domain, so the city was relatively small, and when viewed from a distance, it was an endless dark red.

Half a day later, he suddenly stopped, frowning slightly.

Because of the completeness of the wind, Lin Xuan was extremely sensitive to the flow of the surrounding wind, and at this moment he felt that there was a very unusual wind wave ahead.

This breath is very strong, very violent, by no means ordinary wind.

Soon, Lin Xuan saw a red mist on the horizon in front of him, like a sea of ​​blood, rushing endlessly.

Accompanied by that, there was that ghost howl, very harsh.

"This is... the storm!"

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, he had never seen such a powerful storm.

The red storm was very fast, and it came nearby in the blink of an eye.

The wind swept through, uprooting the trees, and countless dust was flying up and down to the sky.

Like a dragon-colored dragon, roaring ferociously in the air.

The sky roared, as if torn apart, red cracks appeared, and the power of the terrifying wind swept all over and destroyed everything.

In this case, escape is impossible.

Ordinary warriors can only pray when encountering a red storm, but Lin Xuan is different, he has the fullness of the wind, and is extremely powerful.

In the next moment, waves of blue air flow around him, lifting his body, like a dream, erratic.

With the artistic conception of this wind, the impact of the red storm was really small. Lin Xuan drifted along with the red storm, watching the raging storm, a sudden insight in his heart.

It has been a long time since he reached the perfection of the artistic conception of the wind, but he has not yet reached the point of the spirit of the wind.

Unlike the sword soul, the artistic conception of the wind is completely realized by him alone, there is no shortcut, so the speed is not as good as the sword intent.

And now, in the face of the red storm in the sky, he suddenly had a trace of understanding.

This process is very short, only a moment, but it is enough.

Because he had a direction, he knew the way forward for the artistic conception of the wind.

As long as he has more enlightenment, it won't take long for him to become a wind soul.

The wind is getting smaller, and the red storm is like a giant beast, coming and going fast.

Soon, it completely disappeared in this area and rushed towards other places.

And Lin Xuan recruited the dark red dragon to protect the law.

"Damn, kid, are you an evildoer!" The dark red dragon is dissatisfied, and it will be epiphany on the road. Are you sure you didn't mean it?

Although the Dark Red Dragon was dissatisfied, it still laid a defensive formation.

Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, constantly deducing in his mind and recalling the situation of the red storm just now, carefully understanding.

He felt that his comprehension of the artistic conception of the wind had deepened a lot, and at the same time, based on the vision and comprehension just now, he created a violent wind style.

With a palm, the wind rolled up, the weather rolled, and the terror sounded like a red storm.

The earth cracked, the trees flew upside down, turning into powder in the air, and the distant mountains exploded, unable to withstand the force.

This palm is very similar to the red storm, full of violent and destructive aura.

"Ah! Help, the red storm is here again!"

In the distance, an exclamation sounded, very miserable and desperate.

After Lin Xuan heard this, his expression was astonished. With a wave of his palm, he put away the move, and at the same time he shook his figure and ran towards the sound coming from.

The red storm was very terrifying, and the place it passed was severely damaged. The earth was cracked, cracks spread, and rocks fell apart, creating a miserable sight.

Among these ruins, there was a lean young man who was holding his head and screaming.

"Oh my God, didn't the red storm only appear once? Why did it just disappear this time and reappear!"

"God, I don't want to die!"

The young man yelled wildly.

Lin Xuan was astonished. He did not expect that under the red storm, there were still people who could survive.

With the corner of his mouth raised, Lin Xuan came to the young man with bamboo poles like a breeze, silently, and kicked with his toes.

Suddenly, the young man with bamboo poles trembled and yelled frantically, "Ah, here it is, it's really here!"

Lin Xuan was speechless, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He could only speak, "Hey, there is no storm, you don't need to be afraid."

At this sound, the young man on the ground suddenly stopped shaking, and then quickly turned his head and looked around, then he was relieved.

He sat up, patted the dirt on his body, stared at Lin Xuan, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "If there is no storm, I will say it earlier, do you want to scare me to death?"

This guy complained.

Lin Xuan thought it was funny, and at the same time he was very curious, this guy on the ground is not very high, how did he escape the red storm?

"Hey, what is your look?" The young man on the ground was dissatisfied and stood up with a squeak.

"Although the young master is not strong, in terms of survivability in the Scarlet Plains, the ultimate martial artist is not necessarily better than me!"

Young people are very confident.

"What's your name?" Lin Xuan asked.

"Yu Fei," the youth said, and then he was taken aback, "Why should I tell you?"

He stared at Lin Xuan with a bad expression: "You guy, with such a clean body, haven't you encountered a red storm?"

"Boy, who are you?"

"Newcomer." Lin Xuan shrugged, "You said you have strong survivability? In addition to the storm, what danger is there in this Scarlet Plain?"

Yu Fei's eyes widened, staring at Lin Xuan for a few seconds, and then disdainfully said: "I really am a rookie!"

"Kid, listen carefully!"