Chapter One Thousand and Eighty-Two: The Wind Brings News of

young man in white.Between his brows, there was even more of a proud and aloof air, as if nothing could catch his eye.At his waist, he hung a dan pei!First published on Chinese Traditional Novel Netw...Jiang Yun's actions left everyone speechless once again!

Since the ancestral wind summoned by Feng Wuji can extinguish a person's life flame, the best way to deal with this wind is naturally to try every means possible to protect one's own life flame from being extinguished.

However, Ginger Cloud went against the grain and proactively challenged this ancestral wind with his own life fire.

However, when they saw Jiang Yun's life fire that was unimaginably vast and vigorous, they finally understood the reason why Jiang Yun had done this.

Because Ginger Cloud is extremely confident in her own life fire!

"Boom boom boom!"

The Fire Dragon and Wind Dragon collided violently above Jiang Yun's head.

In an instant, there was another wave of wind and fire, almost filling the entire sky.

But what should have been only one impact, sounded like a war drum, incessant and violent from the midst of the fire and wind, shaking everyone's eardrums with tremors.

And under such an impact, space was shattered open, revealing one after another black hole of different sizes.

For such a situation, the vast majority of people are bewildered.

Only the strong man's eyes narrowed slightly, muttering to himself: “Jiang Yun transformed into a fire crow with his life-fire, and facing him was not the ancestral wind itself, but the… Dao patterns that made up the ancestral wind!”

Upon hearing this, the crowd finally understood!

The ancestral wind, although summoned by Feng Wuji from the void of ninety thousand miles, was actually a manifestation of his own comprehension of the Way of Wind, condensed into form.

Therefore, despite the immense power of the wind, Jiang Yun's life fire did not directly confront the gale. Instead, it transformed into countless fire crows, attacking the streaks of lines one by one in a way that avoided the heaviest blows and focused on lighter targets.

Of course, each thud was the sound of a firebird and its lines colliding.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just then, amidst the raging fire and wind, another sound rang out. It was the sound of Feng Wuji's figure retreating again and again, his feet leaving imprints in the empty space.

When Feng Wuji finally retreated back to the side of Xuanling Pagoda, the raging wind and fire had almost vanished, revealing Jiang Yun who was still standing in place!

At this moment, Jiang Yun's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

And yet, above his head, the once mighty and vibrant life force that burned within him, though now reduced to the size of a palm, still blazed fiercely.

As for the wind dragon formed from the Wind Path's runes, it has vanished without a trace.

Looking at Feng Wuji now, his face was as pale as paper, and blood was oozing from even the pores of his nostrils.

Evidently, even though Feng Wuji condensed Dao patterns and summoned the Ancestral Returning Wind, he still failed to extinguish Jiang Yun's life fire. Instead, Jiang Yun's life fire shattered all of Feng Wuji's Dao patterns in return.

This battle, up to this point, everyone could see that Feng Wuji had lost!

Although Feng Wujie still had some strength left, how was Jiang Yun any different

No matter what kind of spells Feng Wuji casts next, Jiang Yun is likely to be able to counter them and even defeat Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuji's eyes glinted with malice as he glared menacingly at Jiang Yun.

Although he knew his strength was ultimately inferior to Jiang Yun's, and that continuing the fight would only bring humiliation upon himself, he simply couldn't forget the scenes of Jiang Yun defeating him in Mangshan all those years ago.

Therefore, gritting his teeth, Feng Wujì slowly opened his mouth and said, “Jiāng Yún, take my final move!”

Ginger Yun calmly nodded, but his gaze went past Feng Wuji and landed on the Xuanling Pagoda behind him.

Now, Jiang Yun knows that although this Xuanxu Sect appears to be just a second-rate and bottom-ranked sect, in reality, the Feng Clan is truly in power within the Xuanxu Sect!

And that Xuanling Pagoda, of course, belongs to the Feng Clan as their treasured artifact!

Then, under the circumstances where his own strength was inferior to mine, Feng Wuji, as the young master of the Wind Clan, wanted to defeat me. The only way was to rely on that Xuanling Pagoda.

"Young Master, no!"

Upon hearing Feng Wuji's words, the burly man's face suddenly changed, and he spoke abruptly.

Feng Wujie suddenly turned his head to look at the strongman, a stern expression in his eyes. "Do you intend to stop me"

The strong man shook his head gently in silence.

Feng Wuji then turned his gaze back to Jiang Yun, extending a hand. With a gesture, the Xuanling Pagoda instantly shrunk and flew into his palm.

Throughout the entire process, the several bells hanging from the eaves of the pagoda remained completely still.

Holding the pagoda, Feng Wuji addressed Jiang Yun: "This pagoda is called the Wind Bell Pagoda. As long as you can withstand its attacks, then I will concede defeat in our battle!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Feng Wuji flung the pagoda in his hand towards Jiang Yun. Jiang Yun instantly felt a tremendous suction force emanating from the pagoda, leaving him with no resistance whatsoever. All he could do was watch helplessly as he was sucked into the pagoda.

In a flash, Jiang Yun found himself in another space.

This space is empty, with nothing else in it besides myself.

Even under the divine consciousness released by Jiang Yun, there was no detectable fluctuation in Qi.

But just then, Feng Wuji's voice rang in Jiang Yun's ear: "Wind passes without a trace, the bell knows the wind is coming!"

As Feng Wuji's voice fell, one after another black shadows emerged from the empty void around Jiang Yun, each emitting a crisp ringing sound.

Those shadows, they were all bells!

In an instant, countless bells surrounded Jiang Yun's body, densely packed.

Strangely, despite each bell producing a clear ringing sound, none of them moved at all. They were as if embedded in air, completely motionless!

The sound of the bells, which should have been crisp and pleasant, was now a cacophony that filled Jiang Yun's ears with unease.

Even wanting to take big strides forward, regardless, to leave this area covered by bells.

But Jiang Yun also knew that since this was Feng Wuji's trump card, these bells must be unusual.

Even though there are spaces, big and small, between these bells, unless you transform into a flying insect, even taking a single step will cause you to touch them.

It's not hard to guess, the real killer move should be hidden within these bells!

After standing still for a moment, the sound of the bell not only did not stop, but became even stronger. This finally made Jiang Yun make up his mind and take a step forward.

Ding!

Jiang Yun's body inevitably brushed against a bell.

"Whew!"

From the bell, a gust of wind erupted with startling force, whipping past Ginger Cloud at incredible speed.

Although this gust of wind was unremarkable, after it passed, a blood arrow shot up from the places on Jiang Yun's body that had been swept by the wind!

Blood spurted out, revealing a deep bone-deep wound!

Looking at the scar on his body and feeling the pain coming from it, Jiang Yun's pupils couldn't help but constrict slightly.

He is currently in the state of Diamond Demon Body, yet the wind from within this bell can actually cut through his body!

What kind of wind is this

Ding ding ding!

Before Gingercloud could make sense of this, the bell’s chime grew increasingly piercing. Looking up, she saw that the bells, which had been motionless just a moment ago, were now violently vibrating!

Amidst the ringing of bells, Feng Wuji's voice echoed: "Jiang Yun, in this battle, you have lost!"

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