Although he did not really put this power in his heart, Hanyu Xiaotian still frowned. How can this invisible wind break?

At the moment, he didn't want to show his magic power too early.

All of a sudden, a wonderful idea appears in Hanyu Xiaotian's mind.

Tornado is also a wind, ah ~ ~

...

the weak energy fluctuation is generated from the palm of the hand of Hanyu Xiaotian, and the wonderful hexagram patterns appear.

In a flash, another wind appeared, which was different from the violent and destructive tornado in the field.

But this wind is very small, in that overwhelming tornado, is so insignificant, even more like the remnants of each other.

Xun of eight trigrams!

There are 64 hexagrams in the book of changes, the 57th hexagram.

Xun is the wind.

Xiangyue: a lone boat falling on the beach, a pole without water, difficult to advance and retreat, when the heavy rain, the river and lake overflow, do not have to go back and forth.

Xun hexagram is just like wind.

Symbolizing floating and penetrating.

No hole but no entry ~

black hair dancing wildly, clothes hunting noise, under the tornado appears extremely small cold feather smile sky, so calmly looking at the huge things in front of them is about to destroy everything on its way.

In the whole audience's attention, a white palm reached out and pressed it in front of the tornado as if touching it ~

then, Han Yu Xiaotian made a slight effort, his hand against the direction of the tornado's rotation to the side, and spit out in his mouth:

"San ~"

therefore, in the eyes of all the people, including dance Qingfeng, they were extremely huge Under the guidance of the tiny figure, the terrible tornado changed its original running route as if it were out of control. It passed through the side of Hanyu Xiaotian ~~

and this is just the beginning...

the terrible tornado was pulled to one side by Hanyu Xiaotian and then moved along the new route again.

However, in a short time, the volume of the tornado began to shrink and shrink obviously ~

from the overwhelming tornado, to the rolling and roaring wind, to the strong wind of flying sand and rocks, to the gentle and gentle breeze ~

finally, it disappeared without trace, leaving no trace...

in the quiet ~

the needle can be heard in the vast square.

More than 100000 pairs of eyes almost all present an expression: stunned.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know. Where is the tornado? Why not? "

"Well, it seems that Han Yu Xiaotian has been taken apart by him ~"

"I seem to have heard him say" San "just now. Is it true that he did it? But how could this be possible? How did he do it? "

...

"Hua ~"

after a moment of silence, the whole audience is boiling.

The scene just now is beyond most people's understanding.

Not to mention the situation outside the venue, the dancing breeze is also dull. He looks at it as if there is no waste of energy. He makes his "tornado rage" disappear without trace.

"You, how did you do it?"

Glancing at the dancing breeze, which seems to be no longer "Sao Bao", Han Yu Xiaotian is also a little proud. He just came up with a way to crack the other party's tornado.

The "wind" produced by Xun hexagram is obviously higher than that of the other side.

This wind follows the characteristics of the same family and the same origin. With the touch of Hanyu Xiaotian, the wind directly melts into the tornado, and starts from the small molecules, and constantly decomposes the huge volume of each other.

In the end, the result is in the eyes of all.