Chapter 472 (1/2)

If Suifeng is extremely persistent about the magic wind, he has twice ventured into the storm. In other people's eyes, he is undoubtedly looking for his own death, but he does not know that he had an idea in mind.

He was called ”little wind god”. Since he was a child, he has cultivated the power of wind, and also understood that the initial stage of footwork mood is like wind.

Over the years, he has been trying to perfect the first stage into a perfect one, so that he can move forward smoothly to the second stage.

This time, he rushed into the storm, not only to find the magic wind, but also to take the opportunity to complete the stage of wind like step.

Now he is in a dangerous situation. Finally, he has realized that he can follow the storm and understand the middle stage of the wind, so that he can stand in the storm.

As long as he fully understood the later perfect stage, he could walk in the storm completely, and it was no doubt that he would go to seize the power of the devil's wind.

If you close your eyes with the wind, start to sort out your past experience, so that you can integrate yourself into the storm, and understand the deeper mood at the fastest speed.

He didn't know that Xiang Shaoyun, who was in the middle of the storm, could notice his movements.

After all, he felt that Xiang Shaoyun had been torn apart by the storm. How could he survive in the storm.

Xiang Shaoyun was able to detect the movement of the wind in this case, mainly because of the sharp sense of the Ming emperor's space.

Xiang Shaoyun murmured in his heart, ”the mood of footwork can be integrated into the storm, and people can stand here!”.

Thinking of this place, he has great vision and insight. He can see the direction of the storm flow clearly, and the track contained in it is also subtle.

With the power of the wind, your body begins to blend into the storm.

After his foundation was restored, he had already understood the first stage of footwork mood in the medium stage in the territory of devil wind beast. As long as he understood the root of the storm, he could stand in the storm.

Xiang Shaoyun gave up the struggle, urged the wind, and gradually integrated into the storm, making his body gradually straighten up.

When he got to his feet, he took a deep breath of relief. He secretly said in his heart, ”if you move with the wind, you will not be killed by the storm force if you blend the wind force with the strength here. Then you can reduce the damage here. I didn't expect that, it's stupid!”.

Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a little grateful.

If it wasn't for the other side's words, he hadn't been able to figure out the key in a short time.

However, now he is just getting rid of the danger for a while. If he wants to walk thoroughly in the storm, he must make his footwork more artistic conception.

Xiang Shaoyun first refined a drop of silver lightning liquid in his body, quickly recovered from the injury, and began to think about the secret of the artistic conception of footwork: ”the footwork is like the wind, you have to cooperate with footwork to integrate into the wind to achieve the power of wind to help the body shape, making the speed more perfect!”.

Xiang Shaoyun understood the key point little by little, and his eyes were fixed on these storm tracks for a moment. He imprinted the tracks in his mind little by little, making him more aware of the regularity of wind roll rotation.

This is the talent of the netherworld space, which can't be compared with the wind.

After Xiang Shaoyun infiltrated the track of the wind, he began to move his steps, and urged the power of the wind. They combined to try to adapt to the environment here.