The wind, flowing, light, free, unrestrained.

When its power is strong, it can destroy mountains and shake mountains.

When its strength is weak, it is secluded without dust.

When a hurricane falls into the sea, the breeze blows on your face.

The nature of wind is unpredictable.

In the late years of Emperor Yang of Sui, the Jiangdu Forbidden Palace.

The night was dark and the night was as dark as ink. There were only three or five points in the Forbidden Palace flashing, shining on the teams of imperial guards who were wandering around with energy and powerlessness below.

In the depths of the Forbidden Palace, a man's laughter and cry and a woman's sobbing and moaning came from time to time. The guards outside the palace were very strict, and the masters inside the forbidden City were in groups, wearing heavy black armor, and walking around the hall like a cat. There were more than a thousand of these Forbidden Palace masters, their temples were bulging high, and their eyes were as bright as lightning. They were elites selected by the Emperor Sui from thousands of miles away from the world.

Heavy gasps and women's screams came from the hall, and the screams came from afar in the quiet night sky.

A black cat hidden in the flowers jumped up by the sudden scream. As soon as it ran out, several shrill sword lights broke through the sky from the nearby rocks, in the spring, and from the treetops, silently tearing the black cat to pieces.

Large pieces of blood were covered with cat hair and flesh and blood flew out in all directions. A heavily armored guard jumped over with a large wrapping skin in his hand. The wrapping skin was spread out and there was no trace of the black cat's flesh and blood left, and he carefully carried it to the place far away from the hall.

A man suddenly heard a crazy roar from the hall: "The world returns to one, and the world is unified. I am the emperor of the world. Do you dare not follow me?" As the sword blade broke through , the woman let out her last scream.

Several eunuchs carefully approached the door of the hall. When they heard the man's shouting from the hall, they walked into the hall gently, and soon passed two bloody corpses with blankets and walked out of the hall. At this moment, all the guards couldn't help but look in this direction. In the blanket rolled into a long tube, there were a few strands of bright long hair hanging on the ground, and streams of blood left obvious traces on the ground along the long hair.

Just as the guards were slightly relaxed, a twisted black shadow swept out from the flowers outside the hall like a ghost, and silently swept into the hall.

The screams of death torn the night sky apart, and the guards also heard that this was the screams from the emperor they guarded.

The two hundred imperial guards closest to the hall exclaimed, smashed the walls around the hall and rushed into the hall.

A very subtle sound of wind breaking by, and more than a dozen guards who rushed in from the palace gate flew out of the hall with their blood-spraying throats.

A man wrapped in a soft black leather tights, only two green eyes exposed. The slender and agile man waved a short sword that was only two feet tall and rushed out of the hall.

Thirty spears whistled out of the palace gate, and shot towards the man's back at the same time.

The man in black chuckled sarcastically, his body lifted three feet in place as if he had no weight, and his toes fluttered slightly on the tip of a nearest spear. His body smoothly swept forward thirty feet, and he had reached the guards' cordon.

Thirty spears fell to the ground, and the guards who had just rushed into the hall rushed out of the hall gate. The guards who led the lead shouted sternly: "The emperor was stabbed, archer, shoot him!"

More than a thousand crossbowmen emerged from somewhere. The rain of arrows and arrows all over the sky was like flying locusts, and the sky was filled with the "swoosh" sounds made by arrows breaking through the air.

The man soared into the sky like a breeze, swaying lightly in the rain of arrows, easily breaking out of the arrow net, and when he landed again, he was more than a hundred feet away from the hall.

The crossbowmen were dazzled by the guards. They flew dozens of feet into the air, which is a legend. The guards in heavy armor had given up chasing the man, and they could not catch up with him.

The man moved his feet rapidly, his figure slowly like a wisp of blue smoke, like the gentlest spring breeze of a spring night, drifting more than ten feet high, drifting through tall forests, drifting through towering pavilions, throwing countless arrows and spears thrown by the guards behind him, and drifting lightly to the riverside.

The guards cheered at the same time, endless hope arose in their hearts, and they took heavy steps and chased the man.

The man chuckled and turned around and shouted loudly to the guards: "The tyrant monarch is incorruptible. You and other important officials in the court hired Wu Fengmen Fengqi to kill the tyrant monarch with tens of pounds of gold! My Fengmen has always been disdainful to hide his head and tail."

After a long laugh, Feng Qi jumped to the river, and his toes leveraged the force on the duckweed on the river surface one by one. He easily passed by the vast river several miles.

The Fengmen of the Four Secret Sects of Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon - The technique of light body is superb. Those who know the world call it: the technique of divine movement! Human path Introduction: The wind of Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon
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