Yan Long descended in front of the first team and let out an earth-shattering roar, Long Wei is indeed terrifying, even the members of the first team can't help but take a few steps back, Lan Ruo is so far away, and his legs are a little weak, I'm afraid that the only one who can not be afraid of Long Wei is Nicholas who inherits part of Yan Long's bloodline. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lan Ruo had just seen a flame dragon land in the area where Qing Zijin was, and now most of the members were far away from the first team, and Lan Ruo was the closest person to the first team.

Lan Ruo's physical recovery ability is really terrifying, the knife that was stabbed by the girl did not hurt any organs, the wound is no longer bleeding, and the paralysis attached to the thunder attribute has also been lifted, he was about to go to support the first team, and suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his face, which was a reminder that his body felt danger.

Lan Ruo saw a man not far away with a face and expression like a corpse, that man was holding a black knife, carrying a big black gourd on his back, under his feet was a heavy sword broken in two and a northern soldier who was struggling to be cut in two, the man muttered: "Although his sword is cut according to the golden ratio, it's a pity that the person didn't cut it well, and he failed......"

Then the man waved the black knife in his hand expressionlessly, and the man on the ground screamed, and then finally lost his breath, the man shook the black knife, shook the blood on the knife, and the blood spilled out splashed a perfect semicircle on the ground.

He smiled nervously: "Well, it's art. ”

This man is a well-known murderer in the south, and he is very similar in nature to Sakuramiya Rindo, but he pursues the art of killing more than Sakuradiya Rindo.

Ori Kite stared at Lan Ruo and said to herself, "You look like you can make a good work of art." ”

Lan Ruo snorted, raised his explosive sword and pointed at the folding kite.

The kite moved without warning, and ran towards Lan Ruo, his physical skills were not bad, and his speed was very fast, Lan Ruo raised his hand and a cyan alchemy array appeared in front of him, the wind converged, and the kite only felt that his body was stagnant, and his speed and movement were much sluggish, and he immediately understood that he had been hit.

This is the Alchemy of the Sky Wind Chapter・Wind Flail, the enemy who is hit will be entangled in the wind and slow down, but even if the kite is hit by the flail, his speed is still very fast, the black knife is slashed out at an extremely tricky angle, Lan Ruo used the wide sword body of the exploding sword to block, and the black knife dragged across the body of the silver sword, bringing out a spark.

Lan Ruo was surprised to find that an extremely strong exploding sword had actually been scratched with a deep mark, and it stands to reason that even Lantz's hatred would not leave such a deep trace.

Lan Ruo's gaze moved to the inconspicuous black knife, could it be that the knife was an artifact?

The attack of the broken kite left no space at all, and it was a vertical split, Lan Ruo almost doubted that the flail added to him was invalid, although he was a little distressed, Lan Ruo still used the sword body of the explosive sword to block, however, the knife of the broken kite was actually bent! That's right, bent, bent like a whip, completely deviating from the original knife path, cutting a deep wound on Lan Ruo's chest, blood splattering everywhere, Lan Ruo didn't figure out what was going on at all, and retreated with a blast step under the severe pain, but the kite was ghostly and sticking up.

Lan Ruo endured the pain in his chest and concentrated on constructing an alchemy array, a fifth-order alchemy array was projected in front of him, Wind Storm Tube, this is a technique that has no lethal power, but it has the best blowing effect.

The cyan alchemy array shone brightly, and the wind rushed towards the kite like a wild beast, blowing him twenty meters away, Lan Ruo looked down and found that the terrifying wound on his chest was no longer bleeding, and the black spirit stitched up the muscle tissue like a needle and thread, and attached it to the wound, accelerating the healing of the wound.

Lan Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, although that guy was not a good thing, the healing power he brought was indeed very useful. As soon as Lan Ruo thought about this, his right eye tingled, probably because Tierfeng was a little angry.

Lan Ruo moved his gaze to the black knife of the broken kite, this guy's knife, could it be ...... Magnetic knives? Lan Ruo studied electromagnetism in the Imperial Spirit Academy, thunder and lightning can generate magnetism, and magnetism can manipulate several metals including iron and nickel, and the black knife should be a knife made of sand and iron, and the sand and iron particles on the knife body flow and tremble at high speed, producing a strong cutting force, like a chainsaw, so it can cause so much damage to the explosive sword, and because the knife is made of sand and iron, it can change shape freely.

But even if you know the principle, it doesn't work, the sand iron knife is too tricky, and ...... That strange black gourd on that guy's back is also made of sand iron? Lan Ruo's eyes narrowed.

In front of the left army in the north, the left army faced fewer enemies than the middle and right lanes, so the pressure on Lian and Joseph was not great, Joseph relied on his sixth-order peak cultivation to kill people in the enemy, and Lian didn't have time to care about him, because a terrible guy came slowly in front of him, this guy didn't ride any mounts, and he didn't even wear the armor of the army, and he looked like a weak poet.

He walked alone among the cavalry, but no one dared to attack him, because no matter how dull a person was, he could feel the strength of this person's spread like a monster, he was the seventh-order master of the southern realm, Garuda, one of the two great generals of the southern realm.

Garuda is not a seventh-order lawmaker or a sword envoy, and he is not very strong among the seventh-order masters in the southern realm, but he is only the lower seventh-order, but the gap between the seventh-order and the sixth-order is difficult to make up.

Garuda asked indifferently, "Immortal Bird Lian?" ”

Lian Dao: "Exactly, you are the Red Bird Garuda of the South? ”

Garuda said proudly, "The Immortal Bird should be my title, and you are also worthy of the title of Immortal Bird?" ”

Lian said calmly: "Your Excellency will know when you try it." ”

Although Garuda was arrogant, he also knew in his heart that refining was by no means an ordinary sixth-order, at least not the same level as the sixth-order young man who looked stupid next to him, and his actual combat experience in refining might be richer than his own.

On Garuda's body, the fiery red fighting spirit began to diffuse, condensing into a huge red bird-shaped spirit robe on his body, the red bird spirit robe was almost the size of a flame dragon, wrapping Garuda in it, and its defensive power was probably still above the dragon armor of the Yan Dragon, and the red bird spirit robe was much larger than Lantz's feathered serpent spirit clothes, which showed that Garuda's spirit was extraordinary.

The red bird's mouth opened, a crimson alchemy array lit up in his mouth, a flame erupted out, refining his right hand was slashed, the crimson alchemy array lit up, and a flame door appeared in front of him, and the pillar of fire shot into the flame gate and was silently devoured.

There was no joy on Lian's face, and he sighed in his heart: A spirit-clothed martial artist who integrates offense and defense will also use the alchemy array...... It's really troublesome.

But Lian was not discouraged, and an alchemy array lit up on his right hand, and the flames condensed into a hot knife that melted gold and broke iron in his hand.

Lian complained in his heart while rushing towards Garuda: Hmph, if I can not die in this battle, then I am a real immortal bird, really, I am already an old bone and still have to go to the battlefield to fight, the welfare of the north is too bad...... Alas, who called the North my nest? The nest is about to be occupied by others, even if it is me, an old bird, I have to fight for my life!