The sound of the wind was like the scream of the devil, occasionally bringing out one or two whistling of long whips, and the dense sand could draw rough wounds from people, and could wear out almost everything that existed in the desert, polishing rocks into gravel, and cutting out living people into bones. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In such a nightmarish environment, a man in iron armor trekked through the desert on foot.

The flying sand hit him, making a "dangdang" sound, he wore a veil, even his head was covered by most of it, only revealing half of his indifferent face, walking with difficulty against the wind, and a group of men and women followed closely behind him, all wearing traditional white robes in the desert area, but if you look closely, there is the shadow of the traditional Japanese god robe.

Only a careful person can notice that the storm came to the front of the group, as if it was invisibly repelled, and was separated and flowed from the side, and the group was like an invisible blade in the storm, breaking through most of the power of the sandstorm, covering the sky and the sun, and only a small part of the fish that slipped through the net could seep into the invisible barrier.

"Captain, my mana consumption is too great to sustain it!" A slender woman couldn't help but say.

The ironclad man who walked at the front turned around and said, "Eko, please hold on." We're almost there. When I return after this mission is completed, I will ask the team to collectively fund and exchange it for six more magic circuits for you...... Ladies and gentlemen, please think about it, we have the protection of the Noble Phantasm: Wind King Enchantment, and this trip has consumed so much energy and mental effort. ”

"Our opponents are always facing the power of this storm, their energy consumption is only greater than ours, and they have to guard against our surprise attacks at all times, I think they must be exhausted by now."

"As long as we can hold on and get the job done at the right time, they won't think we'll be able to cross the storm and attack them if we let it subside. We have lost one of our best opportunities, gentlemen, please use your roots! The Yamato nation is tenacious! ”

"Hey!"

The captain of the Ghost Cutting Team is very authoritative in the team, and after listening to his encouragement, everyone raised their spirits and replied loudly, taking out their best spirit to face the terrifying majesty of nature, and the woman named Eko who had just spoken gritted her teeth and squeezed what little magic she had left, and poured it into the treasure that protected everyone, the Wind King Enchantment.

That dense layer of air was compressed even tighter, like a pliable shield, removing them from the intense pressure of a sandstorm and the dangerous sand mixed with strong winds.

The group was still in a mess, but they were in a much better position than those who faced the sandstorm.

No wonder the captain of the ghost cut team was very confident and attacked Chen Ang by surprise.

With such a big storm, it stands to reason that the ghost team with the Wind King Enchantment is so embarrassed, so it is very likely that Zhang Ziqiang's team, which has no props to resist the sandstorm, should be even more sad, and even only hold on in the storm, and in the face of such a big storm, on the one hand, they must be vigilant against the attack of the hostile reincarnation team, and on the other hand, they will have a kind of inertia.

Because very few people will risk crossing the sandstorm to attack their own people, Zhang Ziqiang's thoughts are normal, his team is so difficult to stick to the sandstorm, so how many possibilities is it for the enemy to risk crossing the sandstorm to attack?

Therefore, the captain of the ghost cut team judged that Zhang Ziqiang's team should be in a state of exhaustion and slackness now.

I have to say that the captain of the ghost cutting team is a guy who has a very in-depth study of the psychological inferiority of human beings, and his judgment of Zhang Ziqiang's team, except for some mistakes, is generally correct, whether it is a veteran like Zhang Ziqiang or a newcomer like Xiao Bolang, in the face of the sandstorm raging outside the airship, he unconsciously slackened down.

Li Ming sat cross-legged on the blanket, looked at the fierce wind outside the window, and said curiously: "With such terrible weather, no fool should come to the center of the storm to attack us!" ”

Hong Fan scratched his scalp and thought: "It's hard to say!" It's better to be careful. ”

Li Mingyi rolled his eyes: "If they want to attack us, they have to fly up!" In this bad weather, even the missiles are not accurate, and the electronic equipment is even more heavily interfered with, as long as we monitor the small area below, where the wind is relatively calm, they will not be able to launch a surprise attack at all. ”

"Besides, didn't Dr. Chen also release the sandy mummy to go out to investigate?"

After speaking, Li Ming took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly said excitedly: "Three with one, I want it!" Hong Fan played his card and said: "Wang fried! ”

The Oni Cut team is still in the sandstorm, struggling to move forward.

They had slowly approached the coordinates that the Lord God had reported to them last time, and according to the time, the time for the next hint of the coordinates should be approaching, but the wind was getting more and more fierce, and they seemed to be approaching the center of the sandstorm, and the yellow sand was rolling like a boiling ocean on the ground and in the sky.

A member of the ghost cutting team pressed his headscarf and shouted: "Captain, the situation is not right, the wind is getting stronger and stronger!" We seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm......"

Akao, the captain of the Oni Cutting Team, yelled, "Whether it's right or not, find the coordinates for me first!" ”

Suddenly, the woman named Eko screamed, "Captain, look! ”

The sandstorm in front of them was like a whistling hurricane in a secret room, low and with a peculiar melody, and the sand dunes under their feet rose wave after wave, like rolling waves, and the reincarnators of the ghost cutting team saw with their own eyes that the sand dunes dozens of meters high were completely overturned, and dozens of tons of sand and gravel smashed to the ground in front of everyone, completely burying a depression.

Everything was like the end of the world, with a rumbling sound, and in the dim sand curtain, a huge tornado appeared in front of everyone's eyes, it was like a huge pumping machine, pumping the sand dunes on the ground to the sky, and then turned into a torrential rain and sand waves, and suddenly smashed down from the sky.

The size of this hurricane was huge, and in front of the Oni Cutting team, it was like a curtain blocking half the sky.

Chen Ang, who was standing on the bow of the airship and nailed to the observation deck in the cockpit like a nail, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled: "I saw you!" He grabbed the void in his right hand, and a decayed mummy next to him turned into countless grains of sand, shooting out like a long rope, rolling up the spear of judgment beside Hong Fan, and with a wave of Chen Ang's right hand, it shot out.

The mummy's grains of sand wrapped around the spear of judgment and pressed the mechanism on it.

The scepter-like spear of judgment (imitation) in mid-air popped out its sharp spearhead and plunged headlong into the raging hurricane, under the control of the sand wrapped around the spear, with the help of the tornado's huge wind force, the speed was raised to a terrifying level.

The black-clothed blood clan around Chen Ang stood up one after another, they threw in the direction of Chen Ang, quickly pounced like a cheetah, and jumped down from a height of hundreds of meters in the airship, Evelyn suddenly saw such a situation, screamed, and the scalps of the other people in the airship exploded at once, and clearly saw the figures of those black-clothed blood clans rolling vigorously in the air, and then plunged into the violent tornado with one arm.

Cutting through the air in the direction of the wind, the black-clothed blood clan made a muffled "hula" sound under their ribs, and a webbed-like membrane appeared in the position of the wide black cloak between the hands and feet, as if opening a pair of wings, like a bat wing membrane-like structure, making these blood clans really like a huge bat.

With the instinct in their veins, they used the flying wingsuits made of this high-strength material to cut through the walls of the wind like the side of a surfboard, and flew towards the place in the shadows as Chen Ang controlled the spear of judgment.

Chen Ang closed his eyes, with the help of his mana and the connection between this huge storm, through the dozens of sandy mummies mixed in the storm, the movement of every trace of wind in this huge storm was incorporated into his own calculations, and through the precise calculation of his brain, a detailed and specific movement model was constructed.

The sandy mummy wrapped around the spear of judgment, like a sand rope, adjusted its direction under Chen Ang's control, maintaining a distance of more than ten meters ahead of the blood clan, demonstrating the trajectory of their movements.

Those black-clothed bloods were like a giant bat shuttling through a tornado, and they used the violent wind force like a school of fish to speed up and swoop down in an unknown direction.

These bloods have reached an astonishing high speed, their bodies have almost broken through the sound barrier, like madmen, straight through countless chaotic yellow sand streams, interspersed in the middle of these countless turbulences, they are actually at ease, and in this dangerous situation where they are not careful, they will be torn to pieces, but these bloods still maintain a trace of the elegance and calmness of the night nobles.

A Bloodclan wingsuit following behind him was slightly disorganized, and he was quickly swept into the turbulence, like a clumsy bat, spinning, swept up by the turbulence, countless sharp sandstreams, rough sand and gravel tore his body like a furious blade, and the Bloodclan screamed and was torn to pieces by the wind.

And more of the Bloods passed him without stopping, still remaining indifferent, unmoved to pounce in the direction of the Spear of Judgment.

The Spear of Judgment finally shot out the most terrifying distance of the wind, but under Chen Ang's precise calculations, it still kept pushing with the help of air currents, and its already terrifying speed was not only slowed down, but also accelerated to a terrifying level......

At this time, Eko, a member of the Oni Cutting team, finally calculated the coordinates given by the main god at thirty points again, and she couldn't hide the horror in her heart and said: "Captain Akao, the coordinates given by the main god of the Kyushu team are in the center of the tornado!" They ......"

Before she finished her words, in Akao's extremely frightened eyes, her body was hit by a powerful force and flew up, and the blood mist appeared at the wound on her chest, as if there was a golden light, tearing through the Wind King's enchantment, passing through her chest, and the powerful force shook the blood she threw into the blood mist......

Only Captain Akao, who had strengthened his Sharingan, could see that it was a golden spear that tore through Eko's chest like a crossbow arrow, and plunged into the gravel beneath them with the blood of his sweetheart.

"Nope! Eko!" Akawei wailed in despair.