The glare passed away, and in an instant Meng Weifan came to the front of the hundred-mile wind.

Meng Weifan once again showed the crowd his extraordinary speed, and only a few people could see his movements clearly.

The wind snorted coldly, the spirit sword suddenly cut off, and the powerful spirit blew off the hair of Meng's extraordinary forehead.

He was one of the few people, and as long as he could capture Meng's extraordinary movements, he could have the means to deal with it.

A powerful blow came to the top of Meng's head, perhaps even because he was so fast that it seemed to him that he would meet and die.

Meng's mouth was slightly raised, and the glare on his body was slightly converged, but there was a flash of thunder under his feet.

The sword was cut off, but it was a lonely one.

Meng Wei's speed increased again, and when everyone still had some unresponsive, he had come to his back from the hundred miles of wind.

“The wind and Ray.”

A thousand cold eyebrows were picked, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Meng Weifeng has dual attributes, and seems to have a very strong physical martial arts, so the speed is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Let a thousand cold a hundred people be a little strange, not the extraordinary speed of Meng, but the extraordinary of him.

Although the people of the double attributes of wind and lightning are rare, there are still so many of the countless people in the cultivation of the truth, and he has seen many of them himself, and the monk with the nature of the wind and lightning should not let him have any special feelings.

But Meng extraordinary wind and thunder double attributes, coupled with the speed of the strange, but gave a thousand cold strange feeling.

Somehow, he thought of a man, a man he admired.

This feeling made his face a little heavy, looking closely at the battle on the field.

A hundred miles of wind frowns, behind a raging breath rushed toward his back, accompanied by the sound of "Zhong", want to penetrate his body.

There was a little gloom in his heart, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Not a bit of impatience.

Bounce!

The fire rose, and suddenly sped out on his body, roasting the space.

The lightning that Leiling force melted immediately after the back of the hundred-mile wind was melted, and even the clothes of the hundred-mile wind were difficult to contact.

The blazing blue flame is wrapped in a hundred miles of wind, and the hundred-mile wind is a fireman at this time.

Meng Weifan's shadow retreated slightly, and his voice was calm: "The green flame of the spirit body of the green flame is really strong."

The hundred-mile wind slowly turned around, like the god of fire, looking proudly at Meng Feifan: "No matter how fast you are, your attack will be swallowed up by my blue flame, admit defeat!" 」

The high tone shows the pride and self-confidence of the hundred-mile wind.

The green flame spirit body, the green flame, in addition to other special physiques, it is difficult to have an enemy.

At least in the decades of the survival of the hundred miles of wind, there are very few that can compete with his blue flame spirit body.

Among the eight great prides, only Meng, who is also a disciple of the wind and thundercott, is innocent and can compete with him.

There was a slight fluttering blue flame in the pupil of Meng Fanfan, and his heart could not help but admit that it was indeed difficult.

But he smiled and said, "The blue flame is really powerful, but it is not impossible to resist."

A hundred miles of wind sneered: “Oh?Anyone can say anything, but it has no commensurate power.”

He smiled and suddenly disappeared in the same place.

The face of the hundred-mile wind was so gloomy that it stood so quietly in the same place.

He knows that the speed is not extraordinary, but the blue flame is his strongest protection, and he can change with unchanging.

“My strength, you have to experience it.”

The cold voice sounded, and Meng Wei's figure suddenly appeared above the top of the hundred-mile wind.

Oh, and wipe!

It was like a clear sky, a dark purple thunder falling from the sky.

Meng Weifan held a blue purple sword, guiding the dark purple thunder suddenly on the blue flame of the hundred-mile wind.

It is only a little surprised that the breath of this dark purple thunder seems to be a little different from the ordinary thunder.Where it is different, they can’t tell.

However, unlike the surprised people, there is a group of people who are physically shocked and look at the game inconceivably.

They are the people of the wind and thunder, whether it is the disciples of the thunderbolt in the arena, or the wind and thunder pavilion people who look at this scene through the light curtain, they are shocked to stand up.

A thousand coldly looked at the front south, and the hands behind him slowly lowered.

In his eyes at this time, only Meng Weifan's figure, only the dark purple thunder, only the blue purple sword.

At the same time, a figure appeared in his mind, a figure deep in his heart.

Only now did he realize that this sudden appearance of "Buffan" was so similar to that figure.

The throbb!

The continuous spread of the purple thunder finally made the hundred-mile wind as shocked as the other wind and thunderstorms.

The shock of the heart quickly pressed down, the hundred-mile wind looked awe-inspiring, and the spirit exploded.

It got a huge spiritual infusion, the blue flame of the hundred miles of wind surged, the crazy dance, and wanted to burn the dark purple thunder.

However, the scene that shocked him again happened.

The burning of the wild blue flame began to shrink, as if those blue flames were constantly disappearing.

And the origin is the dark purple thunder.

Then the thunder fell and bombarded the body of the hundred-mile wind.

The face was slightly white, and the body of Baili wind retreated, but he was too late to feel the pain above his body, but suddenly looked at Meng Fanfan and drank loudly: "The thunder of heaven's punishment, who are you?"

Then he turned his head to look at the purple-green sword in Meng Weifan's right hand, and his voice was somewhat gloomy: "Why is the wind and thunder sword that disappeared 20 years ago in your hands!"

Bounce!

The dark purple thunder broke out in full force, and the unfavorable blue flame was completely suppressed at this moment, and more and more green flames disappeared out of thin air, which was very strange.

The face of the hundred-li wind is whiter, constantly motivating the spirit and the blue flame to constantly kill this thunder.

Meng Weifan's mood seemed to have some ups and downs, he laughed: "I didn't expect you to remember the thunder of heaven's punishment, and you remember the wind and thunder sword!"That's this!"

The sound was suddenly cold, a huge shadow behind Meng Fanfan stretched out, the breath of terror enveloped the whole playing field, the fierceness of thunder and the lightness of the wind, perfectly intertwined, as if they were born together.

The left is blue and right, and the wind blade and the thunder arc are constantly jumping.

The Wind Wings!

The huge wings gently pounced, the space slightly vibrated, Meng Weifan as if the instantaneous movement generally came to the back of the hundred miles behind the wind, the wind and thunder sword gently cut down.

The hundred-mile wind forced its own body to stop, but it also caused a greater impact on his body and a whiter face.

Suddenly turned around, the blue flame wrapped the spiritual sword and blocked it.

Tink!

The two swords touched each other, as if a crisp sound sounded in the ears of the people.

But that is not the case.

A glare flashed in the pupil of Meng Weifan, and the wind and thunder sword in his hand slightly emitted a wonderful light breath.

Without the slightest sound, the wind and thunder sword came to the shocked face of the hundred-mile wind, and his spirit sword was directly above him.

Yes, the wind and thunder sword are like cut off the air, straight from the sword of the hundred-mile wind hand above the sword.

The wrist moved slightly, and the wind and thunder sword suddenly changed direction, came to the neck of the hundred-mile wind, and then suddenly stopped.

The skin in the neck was slightly cut, and a drop of blood oozes from it.

The hundred-mile wind stared at Meng Fanfan, and the sword in his hand was slowly lowered.

He’s lost, but he doesn’t care.

“Buffan, win.”

The old man’s voice sounded, but no one cared.

The two men, Meng Weifan and Bailifeng, also did not leave the fighting field.

The wind thunder sword was so high above the neck of the hundred-li wind, Meng Weifan slowly turned his head to look at the many disciples of the wind and thundercotta, and the voice was cold as never before: "I don't know these two things, you forget not!"

Pounce!

Pounce!

As if to attract their attention, the turdy wings behind Meng Weifan slammed twice in the air and made a dull sound.

Although some of the scenes that had just happened, people realized from Meng Weifan's words that there seemed to be something between Meng Fanfan and the wind and thunder Pavilion.

Holding the curiosity of the melon-eating people, everyone left their eyes on many disciples in the wind and thundercotta, wanting to know how they would respond.

He looked at him deeply, and the waves in his heart slowly calmed down.

The wind and thunder sword, the wind and thunder, the wind and thunder pavilion, and the strange power that Meng Weifan had just revealed, what is the connection between them?

The moon spirit took a small step forward, and the cold voice was somewhat shocked: "The wind thunder sword, the wind of the wind, the thunder of heaven, the wind of penetrating, who are you!"

He did not speak, but answered with a cold look.

She wanted to say something more, and a hand stopped in front of her.

A thousand cold and gently took a step forward, he looked at Meng Fanfan's look somewhat complicated, with a hint of tension in his tone: "What is the relationship between you and ... Meng Fanchen brother?"

The moon spirit body shook sharply, and his mind turned rapidly, he knew that a thousand cold people could not talk wildly, and was the person who most admired him, even if the man was dead.

She looked at Meng Weifan again, but found that between Meng's extraordinary eyebrows, there was a slight resemblance to that person.

Listening to a thousand cold words, Meng Weifan was a faint-eyed look.

Morning . . . brother.

His tone seemed slightly soft, but still cold: "He's my father."

Bounce!

The mind roared incessantly, and a thousand cold lips trembled slightly: "There is only one son of the elder brother, and he died more than 20 years ago."

Meng Weifan suddenly smiled, his wings shook, and suddenly flew to the sky.

“Twenty years ago I got away with it, and this time I came back, didn’t you think of it!”

Hm!

Meng Fanfan raised the sword of the spirit, and behind him, like his mood at this time, he snapped down.

“Mong Changsheng, I will kill you!”