The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 39: Wind-rolled clouds
The old drunkard doesn’t have the demeanor of a master, this thin body is sloppy and dirty, and the temperament is even more wretched and lewd, let alone a limp, how can such a person Make people feel jealous?
The five people just want to catch the injured Barb to threaten Cloudhawk to show up
This bad old man is in the way?
Then go to death!
Unexpectedly, the old drunkard took the lead. It seemed very slow. He walked two steps slowly, but with such a two-step effort, he appeared in front of one of them, spanning more than ten meters like teleports, and he mentioned the iron lightly. The crutches were slightly facing the opponent's chest, the momentum of this person's forward movement disappeared completely, and he was not beaten back and flew, but fell straight to the ground, and a sound similar to glass falling and smashed came from his body. .
The bones in the entire chest cavity were crushed.
A man swings his battle axe like an old drunkard.
The old drunkard tilted his body as if standing unsteadily, but he just escaped the split of the axe. He smiled at the other party and showed his yellow teeth, and hit the other party with a cane at random. This person also even hummed. I fell straight to the ground without humming
"Block us to death!"
None of the others saw how powerful this old ghost was.
A person holding a Elysian Realm rapid-fire continuous crossbow smuggled out from unknown sources, shot a dozen small crossbow arrows in one breath, and the old drunkard rushed away like a drunk, almost all attacks, occasionally an arrow When he landed on his body, he did not look like make a move resisted. He saw his body tremble with a certain frequency, because when the arrow hit his body, it was immediately resolved by a certain strength and bounced away, even without the clothes being shot through.
The third one.
The fourth.
The fifth one.
The figure of the old drunkard swayed continuously, and when it returned to its original position, all five of them had fallen to the ground.
They were not beaten up, and appearance was undamaged. With a light tap, they all fell to the ground, and their brains flowed out of their ears, or large areas of bones were broken, and their internal organs were blasted into minced meat.
It seems slow and fast, it seems light and heavy, it's an understatement, and it's easy to retract.
The old man’s control of strength is so pure and complete that he can strike the target with skill, making the attack seem not heavy but surprisingly powerful. All strength acts on the place where it works, even a single bit of force is not wasted, so With terrifying skills and strength, this person is definitely not a general.
After the old drunkard finished his fight, he wiped off his sweat, shook his head and sighed, "I'm old, old, really old."
Barb is already dumbfounded.
Where is this old monster sacred!
The battle of Cloudhawk has also become stalemate. The good and the bad of the Wilderness people are mixed. Some of them are average in strength, while some are not inferior to Red-Face. Even a few strengths may be higher than Red-Face. At first, it was just because they did not react. So they were caught off guard by Cloudhawk, and when they gradually adapted to the Cloudhawk fighting style, the two sides began to fight at a stalemate.
Cloudhawk's stealth sneak attack has never been so easy.
But if Cloudhawk wants to hide, they can only stare.
A big fellow holding a double axe roared: "Elysian Realm dog, come out!"
"What kind of man is he who hides his head and hides his tail? Didn't your mother give birth to you?"
"If you have the ability to come out and have a good fight, I'm going to chop you up and have a drink tonight!"
These guys jumped one by one, and Cloudhawk also felt that going on like this was no way. He didn't have much energy left and couldn't fight so many people at the same time, so he had to think of a way.
"I will make another move. Who can stop him from retreating. Even if I lose this battle, I will voluntarily give up going to the Fish-Swallowing City."
Cloudhawk’s voice was erratic, as if floating out of the void. The Wilderness people were taken aback when they heard this. They also realized that the strength of this Elysian Realm demonhunter is much stronger than that of the woman, although there are many standing people enough to win. But these Wilderness people are afraid of each other, it is difficult to truly cooperate sincerely, so the best result is nothing more than losing.
Everyone has no grievances, why do you have to die?
What if this kid is willing to give up his qualifications to go to Fish-Swallowing City and ask him to make another move?
Everyone can see that the young demonhunter's attack is getting weaker and weaker, and his strength is about to run out. Now it is purely bluffing.
The old drunkard saw Cloudhawk saying this to cannot help but laugh: "One move to force everyone back? This kid can really brag!"
Barb stood up hard, with piercing eyes: "No, I believe that senior can do it. He never disappoints."
The old drunkard rolled his eyes. Even if the high-end demonhunter is here, he dare not release such rants. Is it possible that this kid regards himself as a Master Demonhunter? It's ridiculous, there must be a limit to bluffing, and we will see how he steps down later.
Cloudhawk body emerged little by little: "I only have one request, no one is allowed to interrupt me!"
Everyone saw Cloudhawk appear.
They stared at each other.
One or two of them were ready to move, trying to take advantage of Cloudhawk to appear and attack, but they were stopped by their companions.
"No problem!" A black big fellow holding a double axe shouted: "I hope you elysian can keep your promise!"
Cloudhawk took a deep breath, crouched slowly, placed his hands on the ground, and the surrounding sand was jumping. There was an invisible strength and will that was resonating with them.
The Wilderness people were surprised to find that with the opponent as the center, a large number of Sandstorm lifted into the sky within a diameter of more than ten meters, like a giant screen, this demonhunter does have the ability to control sand, is it ready to use this sand? Everyone retreats? With just such a small-scale sandstorm, if it can force everyone back in one go?
The old drunkard also looked at this guy with great interest. He could clearly see that his strength was drastically depleted. All he could do was control the Sandstorm to fly about ten meters away. What is the scale?
"Hey, is the wind blowing?"
Everyone felt the turbulence of the air become rushing.
Sandstorm began to spin in mid-air.
It is becoming a salon roll.
This salon volume continuously sucked up Sandstorm within ten meters, and finally reached a scale of three or four meters in diameter and more than ten meters in height. Even so, it is still too weak. This kind of attack can be scary. In fact, there is no strong strength. No matter how you can force everyone back.
Cloudhawk felt a strong dizziness. This is the limit he can do. If you rely on Cloudhawk’s own strength, I’m afraid I would never dream of repelling them, but Cloudhawk has a trump card that can’t be used at non-critical moments. , That is the strange stone hanging on the chest.
The strange rock releases light.
A booming strength is added.
Sandstorm within dozens of meters, and at the same time weightlessness, the ticket to the sky, like a turbulent flow, all supplemented to the salon roll, this salon roll with a diameter of only a few meters, it grew to a dozen meters in extreme time. , And the scale is increasing rapidly. In less than half a minute, the Super Salon roll absorbs all strength, just like thousands of viper hissing and roaring, this kind of scene is probably a once in a lifetime!
Is this still a human?
How did he do it!
Wilderness people are all showing horror. In the process of starting the salon roll, a powerful cart was generated. The surrounding sand was affected. Numerous fine sands were blown into the air, covering the sky and swallowing the sky. It's like a huge Sandstorm storm is coming.
"Oops!"
"Coming soon!"
"Run! Get out!"
No one knows how such a large-scale tornado is done, but the scale of the tornado and the Sandstorm storm that it brought is too amazing to cover everyone and make them inevitable.
What's more, this demonhunter is already extremely cunning and good at sneaking. He is now hiding in the middle of the tornado and pushing the tornado forward. If he fights against it in such an environment, I am afraid that they will suffer in the end.
No way.
Retreat first.
Small life is more important after all.
Even fierce people like Wilderness face the mighty Sandstorm that swept through everything, and they feel terrified. The Sandstorm in this dead desert is especially dangerous and disease-causing. It can’t breathe when caught in a tornado. It is estimated that it will not last a few minutes. He died.
The tornado did not stop.
It is advancing vigorously and continuously.
Twenty people were forced to return to the dirt wall.
Hei Yuan saw Sandstorm being used to the hotel from afar, and his face also became unsightly. If Cloudhawk manipulated the salon roll into the hotel, he would probably destroy the entire hotel and dress up.
Autumn Drapers saw such an amazing momentum, she also took a breath.
Barb widened his eyes in surprise, and screamed, regardless of the injury.
Cloudhawk forced the Wilderness back with a single blow, and came out of the tornado. He walked on the sand and fell from mid-air. He appeared in front of the old drunkard, the wind and sand still entwined all over his body, like the **** of the desert.
"Flashy and useless." The old drunkard's attitude didn't seem to have changed, and his appearance sneered: "This is such a good Demon Race treasure that you used to be like this, it is a violent thing."
This old man's tone is too loud.
But you can see the origin of the Book of Sand?
It seems that the old guy is definitely from Elysian Realm!
The Book of Sand is indeed an important treasure of Demon Race, with a high reputation and prestige.
Cloudhawk understands very well in their hearts, ordinary elysian or even ordinary demonhunter, they have no access to this knowledge and experience, so anyone who knows the existence of the book of sand ~ IndoMTL.com ~ No discomfort Elysian Realm has a very high status Characters.
"The old man has a good vision and has been exploiting for a long time. I didn't show it. You always tell what magic artifact is at a glance." Cloudhawk felt a little more jealous of the old drunkard: "Could it be that you have seen it before. This book? Even played against this magic artifact?"
The old drunkard rolled their eyes, but did not answer Cloudhawk.
"Anyway, thanks for protecting Barb."
"Thanks no more, go back and invite me to a bar."
"Isn't it Shaguo wine? Don't worry, enough!"
The old drunkard snorted: "It's better to make me happy, I must go to Fish-Swallowing City. If you fight because of this in two days, I can spare you a small life."
Damn, what an arrogant old ghost!
Barb didn't expect the old drunkard to see the shattering wind of Cloudhawk just now, and still maintain this underestimated attitude, then what kind of confidence does this old man have?