Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 28: Shoot the sky spear
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The wind sounds like the devil ’s whistle, and occasionally brings out a whistling sound that emits a long whip. The dense gravel can pull out the rough wounds on the human body, which can almost wipe out all the existence in the desert and sand the rock into gravel. , Tick the living people into bones.
In such a nightmare-like environment, a man in armor trekking through the desert.
The flying gravel hit him and made a "dangdang" sound. He wore a veil and even covered most of his head, only showing a half indifferent face, and walked hard under the wind, A group of men and women who followed behind him all wore traditional white robes in the desert area, but when they looked closely, there was a shadow of the traditional Japanese **** robe.
Only careful people can notice that the storm came in front of a group of people, as if it was invisiblely repelled, and was separated from the side. The group of people was like an invisible blade in the storm, breaking the sandstorm. Most of the power, the yellow sand covering the sky and the sun, and only a small part of the fish in the net can penetrate into the invisible barrier.
"Captain, my magical power consumption is too high, it is almost unsustainable!" said a slender woman.
The iron armor man who walked in the front turned back and said: "Eko, please hold on. We will be here soon. When the mission is completed, I will let the people of the team collectively contribute to redeem six magic circuits for you. Of ... Zhujun, please think about it, we have the treasure: the protection of the Wind King Enchantment, this trip consumes so much energy and effort. "
"And our opponents are always facing the power of this storm, their energy consumption will only be greater than ours, and they have to guard against our sudden attacks every moment, I think, now they Must be exhausted. "
"As long as we can persevere, the best time to complete the task is near, they will not think we can cross the entire storm to attack them, if this storm subsides. We will lose a most Good opportunity, gentlemen, please use your roots! The Yamato nation is gritty! "
"Hi!"
The Captain of the Ghost Cut team is very authoritative in the squad. After listening to his encouragement, everyone raised their spirits, answered aloud, and took out his best spirit to face the horror and majesty of nature. The woman named Eizi gritted her teeth and squeezed her little remaining magic power, pouring into the treasure that protects everyone-the Wind King Enchantment.
The dense layer of air is compressed more tightly, like a flexible shield, to relieve them of the strong pressure facing the sandstorm and the dangerous gravel mixed in the strong wind.
Although the group is still embarrassed, the situation is much better than those facing the sandstorm.
No wonder the Captain of the Ghost Cut team is very confident and attacked Chen Ang by surprise.
In such a big storm, the ghost cutting team with the Wind King Enemy is so embarrassed, then it is very likely that Zhang Ziqiang ’s team, which has no props to resist sandstorms, should be even more sad, even staying in the storm, In the face of such a big storm, on the one hand, they must be alert to the attacks of the enemy samsara squad, on the other hand, they will have a kind of inertia.
Because few people would risk crossing sandstorms to attack their own people, Zhang Ziqiang ’s thoughts are normal. It is so difficult for his team to stick to facing sandstorms, then the enemy may attack them through the risk of crossing sandstorms. How much is sex?
Therefore, the ghost cut team Captain judged that Zhang Ziqiang's team should now be in a state of exhaustion and slack.
I have to say that the Captain of the Ghost Cut Team is a guy who has a very deep research on the psychological root of humanity. His judgment of the Zhang Ziqiang team is generally correct except for some errors, whether it is a senior like Zhang Ziqiang , Or a newcomer like Shao Bolang, in the face of the sandstorm raging outside the airship, he did not consciously slack off.
Li Ming sat cross-legged on the blanket, looking at the fierce gusty wind outside the window, curiously saying: "In such a terrible weather, no fool would come to the center of the storm to attack us!"
Hong Fan scratched his scalp, thinking: "It's hard to say! Or be careful."
Li Ming rolled his eyes: "They have to fly up if they want to attack us! This bad weather, even the missiles are not accurate, and the electronic equipment is subject to strong interference, as long as We monitor the small area below, where the wind is relatively calm, and they cannot launch a surprise attack at all. "
"And, did n’t Dr. Chen release the deserted mummy to investigate?"
After talking, Li Ming took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly excitedly said: "Three belts and one, I want it!" Hong Fan said: "Wang fried!"
The ghost cut team is still in a sandstorm and is struggling to advance.
They have slowly approached the coordinates that the Lord God reported to them last time. According to the time, the time for the next reminder of the coordinates should be coming soon, but the wind is getting fiercer. They seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm, the sky is above The yellow sand rolled like a boiling ocean.
The members of the ghost cut team shouted with their headscarves shouting: "Captain, the situation is wrong, the wind is getting stronger! We seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm ..."
The ghost cutting team Captain Akao shouted: "Whether right or wrong, first find the coordinates for me!"
Suddenly the woman named Eiko screamed: "Captain, look at it!"
The sandstorm in front of me was like a hurricane whispering in a secret room, deep and with a peculiar whirlwind, and the sand dunes at the foot started up again and again, like a rolling sea wave, and the reincarnations of the ghost cut team saw A dozen-meter-high sand dune overturned, and dozens of tons of gravel hit the ground in front of everyone, completely burying a depression.
Everything is like the end of the world, the rumbling noise, in the dim sand curtain, a huge tornado appeared in front of everyone's eyes, it is like a huge water pump, pumping the dunes on the sky to the sky , And then turned into a storm and sand, and suddenly fell from the sky.
The huge size of this hurricane is like a curtain that stops half of the sky in front of the ghost cut team.
The Chen Ang standing on the bow of the airship, like a nail, on the observation deck of the cockpit, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, "I see you!" He grabbed the void in his right hand, next to it A decaying mummy turned into countless grains of sand, shot like a long rope, rolled up the judgment spear beside Hong Fan, and flicked out with Chen Ang's right hand.
The grains of sand mummified were entangled in the spear of judgment, and pressed the body on it.
The spear of judgment in the mid-air scepter (imitation), with a sharp spear head popped into a violent hurricane, under the control of the sand rope wrapped around the spear, with the help of the huge wind of the tornado , Mentioning the speed to a terrible level.
The black-blooded tribes around Chen Ang stood up one after another, and they threw in the direction of Chen Ang, swiftly surrendered like a cheetah, leap from the airship hundreds of meters high, and Evelyn suddenly saw such a situation , Screaming, the scalp of the other people in the airship exploded at once, clearly seeing the figures of the black blood tribes tumbling in the air, and then one arm, plunging into the violent tornado.
Cut the air in the direction of the wind, and the blood clan in black murmured under their ribs, and a large black cloak appeared between the hands and feet, and a web-like film appeared, as if opening a pair The wings, like a bat membrane, make these blood races really like a giant bat.
With their instincts in the bloodline, they used the flying wings made of this high-strength material to cut the wind wall like the side of a surfboard, cut the wind wall, and followed the guidance of the spear of Chen Ang to control the trial, towards the underworld Where is flying.
Chen Ang closed his eyes and used his magical power to connect with this huge storm, through the dozens of desertified mummies mixed in the storm, each wind movement of this huge storm was included in his calculations, and After a precise calculation by his brain, a detailed and specific motion model was constructed.
The desertified mummy entangled in the spear of judgment is like a sand cable, adjusting its direction under the control of Chen Ang, keeping a distance of tens of meters ahead of the blood, and demonstrating the trajectory of movement for them.
Those bloodskins in black, like a huge bat shuttled in the tornado, they use this violent wind like a fish to accelerate the shuttle and pounce in an unknown direction.
These blood races have reached an astonishing speed. Their bodies have almost broken through the sound barrier, and they have swept through the chaotic yellow sand like a madman. They are interspersed between these chaotic currents. Even in the dangerous situation of being torn into pieces, these blood clan still maintain a graceful calmness of dark night nobles.
A blood wing suit on the rear right was slightly disturbed, and was quickly caught in the turbulence. Like a clumsy bat, it was whirling around and was rolled up by the turbulence. Countless sharp sand currents The rough gravel ripped his body like a violent blade, and the blood race screamed that it was torn into pieces by the wind.
And more blood races passed him without stopping, still maintaining apathy, unmoved in the direction of the spear of judgment.
The Spear of Judgment finally shot the distance where the wind was the most terrible, but under the precise calculation of Chen Ang, it continued to be driven by the air flow. A terrible degree ...
At this time, the player of the Guiche team finally calculated the coordinates given by the main **** again at thirty, and she could not conceal her inner panic: "Akao Captain, the main **** gave the Kyushu team ’s The coordinates are in the center of the tornado! They ... "
She had n’t finished her words, but in Akira ’s extremely frightened eyes, her body was blown up by a powerful force, and blood mist appeared on the wound on her chest, as if there was a golden light, tearing After breaking the enchantment of the wind king, she passed her chest, and the powerful force shook the blood she threw into a blood mist ...
Only the red tail Captain with the enhanced wheel eye can see that it is a golden spear, tearing the chest of the painter like a crossbow, and plunging the blood of the sweetheart into the gravel under them.
"No! Eiko!" Aowei wailed in despair.