Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 69: The wind and rain

Whoo!

At such a short distance, the wooden thorns soaked in dark green venom approached in an instant.

If it's a sneak attack, even elite knights can't stop the poisonous sting that has arrived in front of them, let alone children.

But something unexpected happened.

The shivering child seemed to have been paying attention to the hunter a long time ago. The moment the stinger flew towards him, he raised his left hand, and the light blue fluorescent light flashed slightly, and the stinger that aimed precisely at the eyeball was caught by an invisible force. Blocked, and then held up by two white fingers.

"The children on the side of the road are not spared?"

Ian, who didn't know much about the natives' style of work, was full of doubts. He was also taken aback by the blow just now. After all, he didn't expect to be attacked first when he was about to attack.

He stood up. Although the enemy's attack was blocked, the next step was to fight head-on.

If it was Ian who was two months ago, if he couldn't sneak attack, he would just run away, and then rely on the vision of the foresight to find opportunities to attack.

Anyway, there is no rush to fight for a while, even if the enemy catches up, it doesn't matter. In the complex street environment of Harrison Port, he has the ability to see through and can turn the natives around.

But now, he doesn't need to waste time.

Throwing aside the venomous thorn caught in his left hand, there were light green traces spreading on his fingers, but the toxin of this poisonous arrow tree did not pose a threat to Ian, who had already begun to sublimate his liver.

And what he held in his right hand was a piece of flake-shaped stone cut out from a nearby house.

Are weapons such an inconvenience? Don't underestimate throwing stones, it is the magic weapon that human beings rely on to defeat beasts, and all the weapons of human beings in the past and future are essentially throwing stones.

"Only the head is showing."

Thinking in his heart, Ian locked his eyes on the native hunter who slowed down because of his shock, and then the light blue source quality shimmered on his right hand.

The next moment, he leaned forward, nearly half-kneeling, and threw the half-kilogram flake with the greatest strength.

At that moment, with a rapid whistling, the rotating stone broke through the rain and air, like a stone knife, unaffected by any wind, and slashed straight at the native hunter.

"What a monster!"

The elite hunter let out a scream, and his fighting instinct, which had already soaked into the bone marrow, made him subconsciously dodge sideways, but the ultra-high-speed knife stone still grazed his left cheek, scraping away all the flesh and blood on one side of his cheek, revealing his white face. Thick bones and teeth.

The time was too short, too late to feel the pain, too late to bleed to reduce combat effectiveness, but also, he didn't have time to be shocked.

Because the white shadow has already started to run wildly, and is rapidly approaching him against the wind and rain!

For a while, he couldn't even catch the opponent's figure, and finally locked on, and the moment his eyes focused, the hunter even thought he saw a young sharp-clawed tiger-immature, petite, but strong and powerful. Cruel!

Ian will not give the hunter time to react. He has already seen that the opponent's strength is stronger than those hunters who fought with Brin. He is the real elite of the natives. Call other elites.

Infused with source quality, crushed the stone flakes in his hand, and within a short time, Ian jumped up with the momentum of rushing, and threw a hand of gravel towards the enemy, like a rainstorm.

The hunter can only lift the rain cape on his body in a hurry. It is woven from brown elm leaves and soaked in shaman potion. The leaf clothes are flexible and thick, comparable to the best leather armor, and can block ordinary spears and swords. chopping.

But in the face of the rocks, it couldn't block everything after all. The hunter's right leg and forehead were hit respectively. In addition to the pain and numbness, the impact even made him take a step back, completely losing the opportunity.

But he is a real elite. In just a short moment, the hunter suppressed all his astonishment and disbelief, and instead regarded the Bai Zhimin boy in front of him as a smaller adult sharp-clawed tiger.

When he was close to the beast, he could only fight for his life—he raised his elbow with a scream, and instead of retreating, he went forward and collided head-on!

Although there is no systematic learning of martial arts, the fighting skills of the Sequoia natives have been honed to a very high level during the years of hunting monsters and fighting with the imperials.

The hunter bowed slightly, stepped forward, put his right fist on his chest, and raised his elbow forward. In an instant, the protruding joint turned into a short gun, aiming at Ian who was rushing towards him. Head poked.

This is a death-seeking move in the face of strange monsters. I tried my best to **** one hand and concentrate all my strength in this collision. As long as it hits, even a large beast like a marsh bear can temporarily Repulse, let alone people?

He can call in reinforcements as long as he can temporarily knock them back.

However, although Ian does not have much combat experience, he has systematically learned combat skills.

He has a good teacher.

Seeing that the native's sudden elbow was approaching, and he had no energy left to change his moves, Ian simply kicked his foot and dodged to the left to avoid the blow.

It wasn't because he was forced to retreat by the natives. When dodging sideways, Ian's right fist that was originally swung towards the head of the natives was naturally released, and when he pulled it down, the raised five fingertips naturally grabbed something .

——That is the coir raincoat that the natives use to block the wind and rain.

"Not good!"

The hunter suddenly felt bad, but at this moment, he was exhausted and couldn't take off the coir raincoat immediately to break free. Therefore, before he lost consciousness, he could only see Ian yelling softly, and then exerting strength!

Following the teacher's instruction, the white-haired boy rotated his wrist, twisted his legs, waist and arms at the same time, using the coir raincoat in his hand as a fulcrum, he forcibly lifted the hunter's body up off the ground!

The world is spinning.

In an instant, the hunter's field of vision quickly changed from the streets of Harrison Port to a gray and black sky, with a torrential rain falling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, they returned to the inverted street in the rotation!

——The earth is falling on me

This was the last thought that crossed his mind.

Then it was pitch black.

And the sound of skulls smashing.

Crack!

Being grabbed by someone's clothes, and then using brute force to fall directly over the shoulder, the head landed on the ground. Naturally, the entire shattered native elite was dead and could not die again.

"Almost didn't fall out, this native is really stable."

Letting out a breath, Ian felt his arms a little tired after the explosion of strength. He patted his palms and wiped away the blood splashed on his body and hands by the rain, and then quickly started to touch the corpse.

He was surprised just now that even himself, an apprentice sublimator, can hardly move freely in the current natural disaster environment, but all the natives are walking around the eaves of the roof, ignoring the sixteenth-level gale, which is obviously not true normal.

You know, when a strong wind blows, it only depends on the weight and tonnage, and has nothing to do with how powerful he can hit. Even if he punches out, ordinary adults can't stand it, but if he is blown hard by the strong wind, he should go to the sky. One turn.

The natives are only a little bigger than him, so why can they move freely?

The moment he grabbed the opponent's coir raincoat, Ian understood that the secret was in this dark green leaf coat.

"Sure enough."

Quickly untiing the coir raincoat, Ian squinted his eyes. In the vision of the foresight, the coir raincoat appeared thick white, which meant that it was a high-quality product, but it was not enough to be a supernatural object, but inside the coir raincoat, there was a faint light blue streak The ancient inscription flashes.

This inscription is uncertain, and it is weakening all the time, but as long as it is still shining, the people wrapped in this coir raincoat can ignore the wind.

"It is the totem pattern of the aborigines, the original inscription technique."

The current Ian is not ignorant of the Terra continent. After these two months of supplementary lessons, he already knows the common sense of almost all sublimators around Nanling: "It's not too complicated. But it’s also the inscription of the first energy level—dozens of these temporary shelter capes, the natives are definitely bleeding.”

Without the slightest hesitation, he put the coir raincoat that was still stained with the hunter's brain and blood on his body, and Ian walked quickly towards his home: "How big is this guy's plan? It is only a matter of time to break into Harrison Port." It is completely impossible with these people, what is their real purpose?"

Wrapped in the totem pattern of sheltering from the wind, even the strength of the torrential rain suddenly disappeared. Ian even felt that his steps were much lighter. When he took one step, he had the illusion of flying into the air, and he stepped forward seven or eight meters in an instant.

At this moment, there are still many noises in the city.

"Indigenous! There are indigenous people!"

"Indigenous advance"

In the storm, fragmented exclamations and screams continued one after another. Those pedestrians who were still running on the street were doomed to die. With just a few breaths, Ian heard the dying wailing of more than five people.

Although he sympathizes, it is impossible to help the other party.

Leaving aside whether it is too late, the most important thing now is to go home to ensure the safety of his younger brother Elan.

Then, get the weapon.

If he had a sharp weapon in his hand, he didn't need two moves to kill the native just now.

"Mr. Hilliard disappeared early in the morning, and I don't think he will be back now."

I can already see the outline of my home. Although my heart is beating fast, Ian's thinking is becoming clearer: "The weapons that can be used at home are nothing more than the chopping knife and ax sharpened by the teacher. The next step is to stay in the house to take refuge and protect yourself. , or to help others depending on the situation, depending on the development of the situation later."

If the aborigines were killing civilians unconditionally as sacrifices for the purpose of massacre, then he must not stand by and watch, because when the aborigines came to kill them, no one else would be able to help him.

It is even more unknown what kind of power the natives who successfully sacrifice will gain.

But the indigenous plan is obviously bigger than Ian imagined.

"Boom!!!"

A boom suddenly exploded, causing the earth to vibrate slightly, which was more shocking than thunder. Even Ian turned his head subconsciously to look in the direction of the explosion.

Then, he opened his eyes wide, watching a jet-black column of smoke rising rapidly and torn apart by the strong wind, rising from the center of the city!

That is

"Viscount House?!"

Ian was shocked: "They blew up the Viscount Mansion?!"