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Flying to the sun

Freckles swept in a dazzling arc in mid-air, arms crossed across his chest, and two short knives closed inward like scissors, heading straight for the black baboon's neck.

He received news from Gordon and had been lurking here for a long time. The black baboon that escapes from his hand will also end at his hand. No matter how much he wanted to be an ordinary person, there was always the blood of strange teeth flowing in his bones. He has to be worthy of such blood.

The flame knife slashed, and the air made a "snort" burning sound, illuminating the black baboon's face. It was only then that Freckles could see clearly the person behind the black baboon.

The saffron had hollow eyes, and grasped the saddle stiffly, and the red of her forehead drooped lifelessly, like a cluster of extinguished embers.

How can it be red hair? He was exposed? Hijacked? How to save him? In just a split second, many thoughts crossed Freckles' mind. Previously, his attention had been focused on the black baboon, coupled with the galloping horse, his vision was blurred at night, and the black baboon's tall and burly body blocked the view, so that he mistook the crocus for a horse thief.

The yin wind was blowing, and a giant python phantom suddenly pounced from the side, and the scarlet snake letter flung like a whip, pumping towards the two short knives.

The freckles of the psychic technique remained unchanged, and Gordon had sent him a message that the Qiya family also had a secret method to reduce the damage of the psychic technique.

A small packet of liquid in his mouth was bitten through the membrane and sprayed out, hitting the python phantom first

The liquid comes from the original formula of Qiya, which is mixed with the menstrual blood of the old woman, the first urine of the child, and the blood of the heterogeneous black dog, which can greatly weaken the breath of the inner world, so as not to have illusions and shake the spiritual will

Immediately afterwards, the firebird totem in Freckle's body frantically flipped its wings, the source force burned violently, and the flames of the two short knives were magnificent, as if they turned into the burning giant wings of the firebird, burning the surrounding air like waves. His continuous skills also moved in an instant, and the source power was like a surging tide, surging towards the short knife endlessly.

"Boom" where the snake letter and the short knife collided, setting off a stormy wave. The flame flickered and then went out, turning into a cloud of white steam.

Freckles snorted, blood spurted from his throat, and he was shocked far away. He was in mid-air, his hands flicked, and two short knives shot out one after the other.

"When" the black baboon swings his scimitar and shoots down the first dagger. Another short knife went straight into the center of his eyebrows, but was blocked by his murderous aura, and the short knife fell to the ground.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides is widening, Freckles will no longer have a chance. Suddenly, his heels collided with each other, and more than a dozen fine cold rays shot out from the soles of his boots, covering the black baboon.

The blow was so unexpected that a gust of wind only shook out the sleeves of the robe, enveloping most of the cold rays, and a few sharp needles swept past the cuffs like fish that had slipped through the net.

"Whoosh" The black baboon's body trembled, and he didn't say a word. The three sharp needles sank into the shoulder, waist and thigh, and he could have avoided one of them, but the young man behind him was bound to be hit by the needle, and he could only resist hard.

Blood splattered on Saffron's face, like a hot spark. He jerked, as if awakened from a nightmare, and the freckled figure skimmed the edge of his vision.

With the roar of a gust of wind, a giant python phantom swooped down after the freckles, the scales bloomed angrily, and the lantern-sized python eyes flashed with a violent and bloodthirsty blue light. "Thirty meters - ten meters - five meters ......" The python shadow kept approaching, as if the actual fishy wind was pressing the freckles and breathless.

Suddenly, a hint of dizziness gave birth to a gust of wind in his mind, and the mount was spinning in a trance, and his eardrums rang slightly. He used the psychic technique again and again tonight, his spirit was excessively exhausted, and he did not understand the secret method of restoring his spiritual power, and he suddenly reached the point where the oil ran out and the spiritual world was exhausted.

The phantom of the giant python collapsed on its own half a meter behind the freckles, turned into scattered pieces, and disappeared. Only then did the dozens of horse thieves behind the black baboon react, aiming at the freckles and roaring and shooting arrows.

A shiny wire shot out of Freckle's hand and wrapped around the pheasant moat of the wall. He jumped forward, his footsteps on the wall, and ran towards the city, and the arrows he chased fell short.

"He's not a secret guard, he's a professional killer." A gust of wind looked up at the freckles that had climbed the city, and the horses rushed out of the city gates, throwing the crescent moon city behind in an instant.

"Hiding needles in the soles of boots is really a professional killer's trick." The black baboon pulled out the bloody needle on his thigh, his muscles trembled slightly, and he felt that the boy behind him seemed to tremble as well.

"No, he and his accomplices should be careful," a gust of wind shouted vigilantly as his eyes swept over the surrounding ovasis vegetation.

"They're coming," Sinbad turned, turning the monocular into the shot, and the shot broke into dozens of horseback thieves whipping and galloping.

"I see it." Gordon lay behind a bulging bush, squinted his left eye, and replied calmly. The crossbow was flat on his left arm, the string was full, and the fingers were hooked on the trigger. He had been in this position for a full twenty minutes without the slightest change. The uninterrupted cultivation of the Tibetan abyss style allows Gordon to integrate into the artistic conception of "quiet as a stone" at any time and place, as if breathing naturally.

Beside him, Atay and Tricy were half-crouched on the ground, leading several horses in one hand and weapons in the other, staring closely at the approaching horse thief.

Dusty, the horse thieves sped through the poplar forest, along the banks of the Crescent River, and headed straight for the Lost Desert.

A gust of wind opened the way, and the black baboon was half a horse behind him, and about thirty or so horse thieves rode behind. The rest were either killed or scattered within the city.

Gordon's arrows moved with the horse thief, and he gave way to the most difficult gust of wind to take aim at the black baboon. The opponent's whipping movement was sluggish and stiff, and it was obvious that he was injured. And there was a person sitting behind him, so it must be inconvenient to dodge.

The sound of hooves gradually sounded, and in an instant, the horse thief galloped more than a hundred meters diagonally opposite them. Gordon stared at the black baboon, the terrain undulating, and the figure on horseback swayed with it, making it extremely difficult to aim.

This is also the first time that Gordon has performed dynamic sniping in actual combat.

The horses galloped through a dense bush of thorn trees, and the starlight shone through the branches and leaves, dappling the light and darkness all around. As he passed through the light, Gordon could clearly see several dark blood stains on the black baboon's robe.

The two sides were seventy meters apart, and the sight, the crossbow arrows, and the target were in a straight line, and Gordon calmly pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrows were shot out suddenly. Gordon saw that the horse was still galloping forward, and the starlight shone past the man behind the black baboon, and it was a saffron

The red fur managed to break into the horse thief? Gordon was surprised to catch another arrow, and the admiration in his heart was spontaneous.

At this moment, the roar of the arrow breaking through the air had just sounded. The arrow flashed, and with an undodgeable height, it instantly pierced the black baboon's ribs, bringing a rain of blood.

The black baboon snorted and fell backwards.