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The elemental vortex like a veil and mist, lightly cushioned under the body, the unreal arm of the wind, which can be pierced at a glance, combined with the round and bloated body, forms an extremely exaggerated elemental body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This extremely uncomfortable state made him almost want to vomit blood, but unfortunately, the elemental body had no blood to vomit at all.

Lord Warcraft, whose head was dizzy, found that he couldn't do anything for a while, and in the face of the surging Burning Legion, he could only turn around and run.

The light and elegant elemental body endowed Qian with endless speed, and a series of afterimages sprinkled the void curtain.

The magic imaging device of the Heavenly Altar faithfully presented this scene in the sky above the Qilin Capital, and the people of the Imperial Capital, who had fled in panic, couldn't help but raise their necks and watch when they saw the monster suddenly subside.

And in the ruins of the Star Temple, Fang Qiming, who was pointing to the core of the battlefield, was full of anger, trembling all over, and his gray beard was curling one after another.

"What kind of wind-loving person is this? Why didn't he use the Wind Transformation Technique? Don't...... He...... Don't, won't you? This...... This...... It's a shame to be barbarian on a desert island! ”

Naranrael's expression was also very strange, she pinched her soft chin, and whispered: "The song of blessing of the Wind Chaser from the soul actually brought him into the illusion of the ancient battlefield, but this ...... Where can it be regarded as the essence of gold and wood? ”

"Essence?" Ji Nianchen shook his head vigorously and said: "I once heard Qing'er say that the money on this treasure island is worry-free, although there are always some whimsical ideas, but in essence, he is a martial artist who doesn't even understand the basics of magic. ”

"I don't know the basics of magic!?" Nalan Leier and Fang Qiming pressed their hands to their foreheads together. A look of deep sorrow. The next moment. They exclaimed at the same time: "Then how did he open the Heavenly Altar and channel the power of the Qilin?" ”

"It looks like that little guy has taken on a part-time job as a wasteland shaman." Ji Nianchen said.

"Vulgar!" Fang Qiming pursed his lips, and the light of honor inherent in an imperial mage welled up from his body.

"Ignorance!" Naranrael's eyes were full of the arrogance of the civilization elves looking down on the wasteland Beamon.

"And he's still a stupid shaman who can only unleash crappy lightning arrows!" When Ji Nianchen added like this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth. Laughed out loud.

As a member of the Wind Leader Elf, Ji Nianchen has already smelled the pure breath of the wind, it is extremely powerful, and even cut the shackles of the Five Elements Law, so that the furious fire spirit can only use the coercion of the Fallen God Battlefield to suppress its edge.

"It's a terrible thing!" Fang Qiming, who had a black face, turned his back.

"Absolute pearl cast." Nalan Leier, who shook her head, couldn't help but sigh for a long time, and couldn't bear to see the money with the power of the storm worry-free. was chased by a group of flames.

But all that. In the eyes of others, it is a symbol of Qian Wuwu's heroic courage, after all, the current Lord of Warcraft is shuttling through the military formation of the Burning Legion, coming and going without hindrance, flowing and free, and he is playing with those stupid and sad flames.

"A sword!"

"Damn it!"

"I need a sword!"

"Even!"

"Bastard!"

"Grandchildren, you all wait for me, wait for me to find a sword!"

In the ruins of the Altar of Heaven, he searched for weapons, but the Void Elemental Arm could not pick up the blade at all, and the Burning Legion with the heat wave would burn everything, even if it was a metal weapon, it could be melted on the spot.

"True Nyima bastard, Lao Tzu only needs a sword!"

After running wildly for a long time, Qian Wuwu was angry, after all, he had a huge amount of elemental power right now, but he couldn't control it or release it.

"No sword needed!"

"Mortal hero, you don't need a sword!"

Suddenly, there was a whisper in the wind, clear and firm.

"Without a sword, how can I harness the power of the wind?" Qian Wuwu asked angrily.

"You don't need a sword...... Not required...... Mortal hero, you don't need a sword! ”

The whispering words of the wind lingered in the ears, but the surging attack on the Burning Legion had already jumped into view, and at the same time, the power of the fire spirit accumulated in the sky was slowly taking shape.

The next "Fire Demon Hand" is about to pierce the barrier of the plane and descend on the world again.

The roaring Flame Lord, relying on the strength of the crowd, quickly surrounded Qian Wuwu at the core, and this time, even with the extreme speed of the wind, Qian Wuwu couldn't get out easily.

"Bastard grandchildren, let's try my uncle's giant fist!"

In the midst of the curse, Qian Wuwu swooped towards the weak point of the Flame Legion, whether he was a warrior, on the battlefield, or was he used to solving problems with his fists.

Even if it's an imaginary elemental fist, it's also a fist!

It's a pity that the fist formed by the flowing wind has no entity in the end, so Qian Wuwu's attack unsurprisingly failed.

Qian Wuwu, who was overturned by the heat flow of flames, was full of the whirring sound of flames in his ears, as if he was laughing at his incompetence, and in anger, Qian Wuwu made a sword with his hand and swung it to his side.

Sting!

The sound of cracking silk suddenly appeared, and the silver brilliance slashed the air on the spot, and the surging wind force, with the chaotic sword qi situation, bloomed into the void, cutting off a row of flame creatures.

"Mortal hero, you don't need a sword!"

The whisper of the wind appeared again, and in the world of Qian Wuwu's thinking, a thunderbolt of lightning suddenly fell, completely dispelling the endless dark sky.

Qian Wuwu had only fallen into a mindset before—in his inherent understanding, it was impossible for ordinary people to solidify the law and turn the elemental power into a real blade before they truly stepped into the third-level power system.

Condensing qi into a blade has always been the glory and exclusive of the power of the bloodline, and it is the supreme honor of the Mandate of Heaven.

The money in mid-air was worry-free, and when he fell into the wave of fire, a clear figure suddenly appeared in his mind, the Northland Sword Emperor, the founding emperor of the Golden Pig Empire, with white hair like snow and a pig with a long knife to break the army.

The broken saber born with the mandate of heaven is forged by the power of destruction, indestructible, and indestructible!

"I can do it too!"

Qian Wuwu's mind moved slightly, and the wind around his body spun rapidly, and the body of the storm element became invisible, and the psychedelic world of the ancient battlefield gradually returned to the real scene of the altar of heaven.

The condensed wind element, in the palm of Qian Wuwu's hand, gradually turned into the prototype of a giant sword.

The wide-bladed sword body of more than two meters is as light as a feather, as thin as a cicada's wings, thunder, accompanied by a strong wind, just by shaking his hands, Qian Wuwu swung out the majestic sword qi that was rolling in the angry wind.

The whirlpool of wind that scattered in all directions enveloped all the flames around him on the spot, greatly reducing its speed, and the pouring thunder, with a dazzling brilliance, smashed a string of fire elements in front of him into sparks in the sky. (To be continued.) )

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