When Ruohe saw it, he was so angry that he smoked from his head.

"Don't be too proud!" Ruohe said angrily. The black sword in his hand could cut off everything in the world, no matter what it was.

"Don't be too proud!" Feng Xuanyunshi waved his hand, and the wind was flowing in his hands.

His body suddenly floated up, and his whole will and the wind were combined, and hidden in the blackness together with the yellow sand.

In Ruohe's sight, Feng Xuan and Yunshi's figure suddenly disappeared.

It would be better to say that it was the wind blowing towards him, rolling up black in the air, wrapping up Ruohe.

"What are you hiding? Are you going to come out for me?" Ruohe cursed angrily, holding the dark sword in his hand, wielding it, and slashing it terrifyingly.

A series of black blade waves swept away, splitting the black masses in half.

But not long after, the smoke-like blackness reunited again.

"It seems that the Demon Horn Clan is not very good at using his brain." Feng Xuanyunshi said.

"Then don't get annoyed here!"

The sound fell, and Ruohe couldn't help but be shocked.

I saw a violent storm rushing towards Ruohe.

Ruohe's eyes suddenly opened, and then he turned sideways and dodged to the side.

"That's it? I still want to"

Before Ruohe could speak arrogantly, countless pillars of violent storm were blocked from all directions.

Almost nowhere to hide!

Ruohe raised his hand in panic and wanted to use a slash.

But he suddenly felt a feeling of willow branches gently caressing the water surface, attached to his hands.

"What, what?!" Ruohe exclaimed again.

The gentle wind, like a girl's slender hand, prying his hands apart bit by bit.
Chapter completed!