Inverse Sword God

"Guangzhu, what should we do? Is this the way to forget?"

Finally, an old 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, and say that they were killed."

Hearing this, all the disciples trembled, and the old man showed surprise: "Don't worry, the leader, I know what to do."

"Go, this matter is done, and you will be the manager from now on." Zhao Kun said lightly.

"Yes! I'll do it now!"

The old man was ecstatic in his heart, he quickly greeted his disciples, carefully put away the bodies of Mr. Du and Mr. Du, and then quickly sent them to Feihu City.

He knew that the fact that the leader did this must be because he was afraid of that mysterious boy, and the person who could make the leader afraid was either a master or someone with a special status.

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

And their Qinglang gang couldn't bear this tone, so they decided to let Feihucheng take action.

Because Director Du is the younger brother of the City Lord of Feihu City, the death of Director Du this time will definitely make the City Lord of Feihu City furious.

That is a stronger martial artist than Zhao Kun, a true venerable!

Lin Xuan didn't know about the small actions of the Blue Wolf Gang. He had already left Broken Mountain City at this moment, and set off according to the instructions of the bloody map.

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

He found the fastest road, used his body skills, and hurried on the road.

The place where Lin Xuan is located is still at the edge of the blood field, so there are relatively few cities. Looking from a distance, it is an endless dark red.

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

Due to the great perfection of the artistic conception of wind, Lin Xuan was extremely sensitive to the flow of the surrounding wind, and at this moment he felt that there was an extremely unusual wind fluctuation in front of him.

This breath is very strong, very violent, definitely not an ordinary wind.

Soon, Lin Xuan saw red mist blowing up on the horizon ahead, like a sea of ​​blood, rushing endlessly.

Accompanied by that ghost howling sound, it was very ear-piercing.

"This is... a storm!"

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

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

The strong wind swept through, uprooted the trees, and countless dust flew up and rolled up to the sky.

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

The sky howled, as if it was torn open, red cracks appeared, and the terrifying wind power swept all directions, destroying 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 artistic conception of wind of Dzogchen, and his strength is extremely powerful.

The next moment, around him, streams of blue air flowed up, supporting his body, like a dream, erratic.

With this artistic conception of wind, the impact of the red storm was indeed less. Lin Xuan drifted with the red storm, watching the raging storm, suddenly felt a sense in his heart.

It has been a long time since his artistic conception of wind has been completed, but he has not yet reached the level of wind soul. He knows that this kind of thing should not be rushed.

Unlike Sword Soul, the artistic conception of wind is completely comprehended by him alone, there is no shortcut to go, so the speed is not as fast as Sword Intent.

But now, facing the red storm all over the sky, he suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.

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

Because he has a direction, he knows the road after the artistic conception of wind.

As long as he adds more comprehension, it won't take long for him to condense into a wind soul.

The wind gradually weakened, and the red storm was like a giant beast, coming and going quickly.

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

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, recruited the dark red dragon to protect the law.

"Damn it, kid, are you an evildoer!" The dark red dragon was dissatisfied, and he could get an epiphany even if he hurried along, are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?

Although the dark red dragon was dissatisfied, he still set up a defensive formation.

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

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

Swinging out a palm, the strong wind rolled up, the torrential waves rolled, and the terrifying sound agitated, as if the red storm reappeared.

The ground cracked, the trees flew upside down, and turned into powder in the air, and the distant mountain peaks exploded, unable to withstand this force.

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

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

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

After Lin Xuan heard it, he looked surprised. With a wave of his palm, he put away this move, while shaking his body, he ran towards the place where the sound came from.

The red storm was very terrifying, and the places it passed were severely damaged. The ground was cracked, cracks spread, mountains and rocks collapsed, and it was a miserable scene.

And among these ruins, there was a thin young man who was screaming with his head in his arms.

"My God, didn't the red storm only appear once, why did it just disappear and reappear this time!"

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

The young man roared wildly.

Lin Xuan was surprised, he never imagined that there would be someone who could survive under the red storm.

With the corner of his mouth raised, Lin Xuan, like a ray of breeze, came to the young man with the bamboo pole without sound, and then kicked him with his toe.

Immediately, the young man with the bamboo pole trembled and roared frantically: "Ah, it's coming, it's really coming!"

Lin Xuan was speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he could only say: "Hey, there is no storm, you don't have to be afraid."

As soon as the sound came out, the young man on the ground stopped trembling immediately, then quickly turned his head and looked in all directions, heaving a sigh of relief.

He sat up, patted the dirt on his body, stared at Lin Xuan, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "If there is no storm, don't tell me earlier, do you want to scare me to death?"

The guy had a complaining look on his face.

Lin Xuan found it funny, and at the same time he was very curious, how did this guy on the ground not have a very high level of cultivation, how did he escape the red storm?

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

"Although the young master is not strong, in terms of survivability in the Scarlet Plain, no extreme warrior may be able to compare with me!"

Youth is very confident.

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

"Yu Fei." The young man said, then he was taken aback, "Why should I tell you?"

He stared at Lin Xuan with a bad expression: "You guy, you are so clean, didn't you encounter a red storm?"

"Boy, who are you?"

"Newcomer." Lin Xuan shrugged, "You said you have strong survivability? Apart from storms, what dangers are there in this Scarlet Plain?"

Yu Fei opened his eyes wide, stared at Lin Xuan for a few seconds, and then said disdainfully, "You really are a rookie!"

"Boy, listen up!"