"Don't want to pass by me!" Yan Yao threw a punch, blasting the big foot above his head into a big hole, and then escaped along the big hole, his body flying quickly in the direction where Lin Jing was like an arrow from the string. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the sandman had just caught the seven-colored bubble, Yan Yao's attack also came at this time, and the sharp blade in his hand quickly swung out, cutting off the sandman from head to toe, and the sandman immediately set fire all over his body, turning into fiery red molten slurry, which did not form a shape, and finally exploded from the inside out.

In a few moments, the other sandmen had already arrived, their fists bombarding down like a storm.

Yan Yao held Lin Jing and quickly dodged, and from time to time he counterattacked, the sword in his hand was attached to the golden dragon flame, and the sand man who was cut down would turn into molten slurry in an instant.

The last thing that is lacking in the desert is sand.

"Give me death, give me death!"

The Sandstorm God roared, it waved its hand again and again, and in just a few moments, hundreds of sandmen appeared and joined the battle group in front of it, but its body was not in a hurry to join the battle.

If it was just these ordinary sandmen, Yan Yao was confident that he could deal with them without hindrance, he attacked quickly, and each sword would take away a sandman, and the speed could be described as lightning.

The power of the dragon god combined with Yan Yao's all-powerful strengthening nature of the fighting spirit had piled up his strength to a terrifying level, and he was almost the most powerful existence in the tenth order.

His speed was faster than that of a fighter with a pure speed trait (an increase in the power of the dragon god), like a golden lightning bolt, and it only took a few breaths to detonate all the new sandmen.

With a wave of the sandstorm god's hand, hundreds of sandmen popped up, sneering in their hearts, killing this monkey at once was too boring, it was interesting to torture him slowly and make him desperate.

Drain its stamina with the Sandman.

I saw a steady stream of sandmen coming out of the ground, one side falling, and the other side popping up, blocking it to the death.

And so an hour passed.

Yan Yao has never stopped killing, has a physique strengthened by the power of the dragon god, and has also consumed a lot of physical strength in such a war of attrition, and the sandmen are still coming, he probably guessed the sinister intentions of the sandstorm god.

These divine powers have existed for an unknown number of years, most of the time they are asleep, occasionally waking up to some natural disasters and the like, and there are very few things for them to entertain.

And Yan Yao, a powerful human being, is a good toy in the eyes of the Sandstorm God, of course it doesn't want to die so quickly, and it hasn't had fun yet.

If you can't go on like this, you have to find a way to solve the essence of the gods, Yan Yao thought to himself.

"Xiaohua, you protect Jing."

Xiaohua flew out, wrapped Lin Jing's body with bubbles again, and flew into the distance.

After covering Xiaohua to fly away, Yan Yao immediately fought with all his strength, turning into a golden rainbow and rushing straight towards the location of the Sandstorm God.

Everywhere they passed, all the sandmen exploded, turning into a sky full of fiery molten lava.

The distance of kilometers was reached in a blink of an eye.

Yan Yao came to the Sandstorm God's body and swung his holy fire sword, stabbing the Sandstorm God's heart.

"How dare you underestimate me!" As soon as the god of the sandstorm raised his hand, the sand on the ground suddenly rose into the sky, turning into a huge sand wave covering the sky, surging towards Yanyao.

Yan Yao wanted to withdraw his move to avoid it, so he could only continue to attack.

The blade of the sword plunged into the sand, splitting the sand at first, but soon, more sand rushed the sword into the distance with the people, a hundred times more turbulent than the rolling river.

After being rushed out of a distance of almost three hundred meters, Yan Yao tried his best to rush out of the sand flow, and before he could make the next move, he saw an earthy yellow light in front of him.

The huge force hit Yan Yao's abdomen, and the hard dragon scales on his body couldn't resist it, wow! spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down.

"It's too weak."

The Sandstorm God landed in front of Yan Yao and shook his head, its size changing to ten meters tall, showing its contempt for Yan Yao.

Even if you only have this body type, you have absolute confidence in solving the other party.

Yan Yao supported his body, quickly jumped out of a distance of fifty meters backwards, and condensed ten percent of the fighting energy in his body to the surface of his body, looking like he was preparing for battle with all his might.

The blow just now shattered Yan Yao's internal organs, but it couldn't kill him, this body transformed with the power of the dragon god has a strong recovery power, and the injuries in the body have been controlled in the blink of an eye, and now they are recovering quickly.

"Is this the power of the gods, it is really very powerful, I can't believe that Jing has ever killed a god!" Yan Yao's heart was shaken, and he once again had a clear understanding of the power of the gods.

Thinking that Jing once killed the dragon god, it must be very difficult, and she did all this to save herself, thinking of this, there was a warm feeling in her heart.

The Sandstorm God withdrew his gaze from Yan Yao and instead focused on the Holy Fire Sword on the ground, which had fallen from his hand when it had repelled Yan Yao just now.

From this sword, the Sandstorm God felt a violent power, very powerful, and this power turned out to be the power of the familiar dragon god.

It was incredible that a sword could carry the power of a god, it had never encountered such a situation.

The monkey-made weapons didn't have that effect at all.

Holding the sword in his hand, compared to its ten-meter-tall body, it was as small as a toothpick.

"Oh no, I'm going to take the sword back!" In a hurry, this sword was given to him by Jing, and there was absolutely no room for loss.

The other side.

Lin Jing regained some mental strength, woke up from her coma, and as soon as she woke up, she saw Xiaohua's concerned expression in front of her.

"Sister, you're awake!" The sound of surprise from the little flower.

"Well, how long did I sleep?" Lin Jing sat up with his body propped up, found himself in a seven-colored bubble, and heard movement in the distance, looked carefully, and saw that it was Yan Yao who was fighting with the god of sandstorms, and immediately became anxious and wanted to go over to help immediately.

Take out a bottle of restorative potion from the space, uncork it and pour it into your mouth.

After drinking it, the spiritual power instantly recovered by thirty percent, and it is still slowly recovering.

"Sister, you've been sleeping for an hour." Small ikebana.

"I'm going to hurry over to help, Xiaohua, can you help too?" Lin Jing said eagerly.

"Okay."

Xiaohua agreed without thinking about it.

"Suddenly!"

The palm of the Sandstorm God's grip on the sword suddenly exploded, and the Holy Fire Sword in it flew out, and then flew in front of Yan Yao.

When the sandstorm god reacted, the sword had already flown away, and it attacked in anger, and the sand and gravel turned into countless sand arrows, as many as thousands, and struck and killed them like rain.

All this was done in the blink of an eye.

Yan Yao regained the Holy Fire Sword, and before he had time to rejoice, he immediately spread his wings and rushed into the air. (To be continued.) )