"Hurry up!"

"Watch the distance and don't leave gaps!"

The vast wilderness is full of soldiers of the gods, building pools of blood. The blood pool is not large, about half a square circle, no more than three feet deep, and shaped like a plum blossom. The soldiers' movements were neat, digging out a similar pool of blood, and it didn't take much effort for them.

Then soldiers came over with baskets, which were piled up with various materials. The soldiers threw the materials into the pool of blood one by one, and any material that was thrown into the pool of blood would melt into a cloud of blood. It didn't take long for the blood pool to fill with scarlet and bright water, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.

A divine general stepped forward, raised his palm, and exhaled, and a transparent flame rose up.

The transparent flames were then thrown into the pool of blood, and the bright red pool water was immediately ignited, and a thick blood-colored smoke rose up. The blood-colored smoke condensed but did not disperse, and the fangs and claws rose up, like a giant pillar of optimus.

In the wilderness, pillars of bright blood-red smoke stood.

The divine sacrifice within the gods, standing under the pillar of blood-colored smoke, chanting words. I saw that the blood-colored smoke column began to fly out of pieces of blood-colored petals, and the petals seemed to be endless. The bright red petals seem to be soft and nothing, and they are scattered in the wind everywhere.

The wilderness becomes beautiful and dreamy.

"It's beautiful!"

Qin Ge, the deputy radical, stretched out his palm, and a petal fell into his palm, turning into a wisp of bright red smoke, which dissipated, and he couldn't help but admire.

He Nanshan's expression was solemn, did this method really work?

He didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Because of the harassment of the Thunder Sword, the whole of the Divine Spirit Department was struggling to think about how to deal with the Thunder Sword that came and went like the wind. [Fireworks Lock] is the method they came up with together.

Originally, he was ready to plan a plan to set up an ambush for the Thunder Sword and solve the trouble in his heart in one fell swoop. But that terrifying fluctuation of water element force made He Nanshan suddenly realize that Shi Beihai was still alive!

Without thinking about it, he also knew that the other side would definitely try to rescue Shi Beihai, which daughter would watch her father fall into the enemy camp?

If you rescue Shi Beihai, then the windmill sword of thunder coming and going like lightning is undoubtedly the best way.

Now it's up to us to see if the [Fireworks Lock] can stop the Thunder Sword!

At that moment, a terrible alarm sounded.

"They're coming!"

He Nanshan looked at the soldiers who were gathering like frightened birds in the wilderness, and his heart was inexplicably depressed. The constant harassment of the Thunder Sword has left a deep psychological shadow on the upper and lower levels of the Divine Spirit Department. As long as the lone squad is left behind in the wild, it will become the prey of the Thunder Sword. For a while, he didn't even dare to send out a sentry because the loss of the outpost made him feel pain in the flesh.

It must be useful!

He Nanshan was ruthless in his heart.

Sword Formation Valley, a windmill sword hovers directly above the valley.

The fat man is shirtless, and he is burying his head in the windmill sword to build a new tower cannon. Unlike the Honeycomb Heavy Cannon, the slender and slender cannon body resembles a crane's beak, which shows that it has excellent range and penetrating power. And with a much smaller volume than the Hive Heavy Cannon, the fat man can run without hindrance alone.

The fat man was very skeptical that he would have a chance to make a move when he walked with Ai Hui and Shi Xueman, but his cautious personality still made him fully prepared.

Although the weather is getting cooler, the fat man is sweating profusely. When I usually look at fat people, I feel full of flesh, fat head and fat brain. As soon as I took off my clothes, I found that the fat man's thick-looking body was full of strong muscles with angular lines. At this time, it was covered with sweat, like a layer of oil rubbed with copper cast iron, which was a little shiny, giving people a strong metallic texture.

While working, the fat man muttered: "Zhiguang, take the sword well, the fat man's little life will be handed over to you." ”

Shi Zhiguang was dissatisfied: "Fat man, I have carried out tasks many times. ”

"Hehe, the fat man is timid. The fat man then complained: "I said Zhiguang, the windmill sword can't stop on the ground properly, do you know how much effort the fat master has to work to bring these guys up?"

Shi Zhiguang was also helpless: "The boss ordered it." ”

His eyes lit up: "The boss is here!"

The fat man suddenly shut up, pretending, and looked like he was concentrating on pounding the tower cannon. Even if he was promoted to master, he was still cowardly in the face of Ai Hui. Ai Hui is his best brother, and he respects and fears Ai Hui. His growth history is the history of being tortured by Ai Hui, and Ai Hui's ruthlessness has long been formed by coercion, which has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

However, the fat man was full of gratitude to Ai Hui in his heart, he actually knew very well that if it were not for Ai Hui's spur, he would definitely not be able to go today, but he was afraid that he would have become a pile of dry bones.

Not far away, another windmill sword also hovered in mid-air, and Huoda held the sword's B-shaped sword.

In strong contrast to Shi Zhiguang's windmill sword, which is empty, this windmill sword is overcrowded. Except for Duanmu Dusk, the members of the Thunder Sword were all arranged to be in the windmill sword where Huoda held the sword. This is the first time that Hoda has driven a windmill sword out on a mission, and it is also a dangerous enemy area, and the first thing that comes to everyone's mind is to ensure safety.

On the opposite windmill sword, there are Ai Hui, Shi Xueman, and Fat Man, and their combat power is bursting.

Seeing Ai Hui's appearance, the members of the B-word sword team suddenly became excited, they hadn't seen the boss for a long time.

"Look, the boss is here! The boss is really out of the customs!"

"It's still Zhiguang's life, and he can go on a mission with the boss. ”

Huoda was dissatisfied: "Hey, hey, I'm also a master! When I say this to my face, what do you mean! Don't take the master as a master!"

Everyone laughed, Huoda knew them very well, and he never took a shelf.

"Yes, yes, Huo Shima has succeeded, and his elegance is peerless!"

"Zhiguang, that villain with Zhizhi, how can he compare with Huo Shibi! This time we have to pick up the jackpot!"

"Master Huo depends on you!"

Huoda patted his chest: "Okay, I don't dare to compare with the boss, and we don't coax Zhiguang at all!"

He immediately asked with some confusion: "How did Zhiguang park the windmill sword where it was?"

Gu Xuan shook his head: "The boss ordered it." ”

Duanmu snorted coldly, unconcealing the unhappiness on his face: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

I haven't stepped on the windmill sword for a long time, and as soon as I stepped on the windmill sword, Ai Hui felt very cordial. The windmill sword was empty, and the sword tower was empty, only Shi Zhiguang was in charge of the sword.

Shi Zhiguang raised his head and chest, stood up straight, and roared loudly: "Boss!"

Ai Hui smiled: "Long time no see, Zhiguang." ”

Shi Zhiguang suddenly became excited.

The news of Ai Hui's exit from the customs had already spread throughout the camp, and the morale was greatly boosted. As long as you are not a newcomer who has just joined the team, you all know what Ai Hui, who doesn't seem to be in charge of things, means to the whole team.

There was an atmosphere of joy throughout the camp.

The only thing that everyone thinks is hateful is that this time, Ai Hui actually took Loulan with him, which also means that until the end of the mission, they temporarily bid farewell to the delicious Yuanli soup.

There was a wail in the camp, and everyone spontaneously organized prayer activities to pray for the success of the mission.

Unbeknownst to them, this mission was to pick up the surviving remnants of the North Sea.

Loulan happily greeted Shi Zhiguang: "Zhiguang, hello!"

Shi Zhiguang involuntarily showed a smile on his face: "Welcome to the sword, Loulan!"

Loulan was carrying a large box in her hand, and she didn't know what it contained. Could it be the food on the road? Shi Zhiguang was in high spirits, and his eyes lit up.

Shi Xueman held the cloud dyeing sky in his hand and saluted Shi Zhiguang: "It's hard work Zhiguang this time. ”

Shi Zhiguang hurriedly returned the salute: "Madame's words are serious, where Zhiguang's duty lies!"

The word "madam" made Shi Xueman's face flush, she quickly regained her composure, nodded at Shi Zhiguang, and walked to the empty place. She was a little distracted, and her tightly pursed lips revealed her nervousness and worry.

Knowing the news of her father's death in battle, she was sad and unspeakable, turned her grief into a fighting spirit, and went to the front line. Now she is overjoyed to know that her father is still alive, but the danger of being in danger makes her extremely worried.

Shi Zhiguang walked up to Ai Hui, saluted with a snap, and said loudly: "Report to the boss, the Thunder Sword is ready, you can go!"

Ai Hui said, "Wait a minute. ”

Shi Zhiguang was a little surprised: "Boss, is there anyone else who wants to go with you?"

Ai Hui smiled mysteriously: "You'll know later." ”

Even Shi Xueman cast his gaze, a little curious. Only Loulan's eyes narrowed into two crooked moons, looking very happy.

Ai Hui looked solemn and took a deep breath. hiss, the sound of inhalation is like tearing cotton silk, and it is awe-inspiring and sharp, and the sound of Jin Ge can be faintly heard, endlessly.

The sound of inhalation stopped abruptly, Ai Hui's palm was gently raised upward, and the two fingers in the middle of the food were fingered into a sword.

Zheng!

Without warning, in the valley below, ten thousand swords rang out in unison.

Shi Zhiguang was a spirit, the hairs on his body stood on end, and before he could react, the sky above his head suddenly darkened, and a huge shadow enveloped him.

He subconsciously raised his head, and his breath suddenly suffocated.

Countless black swords were silent above his head, they were pitch black and had different shapes, obscuring the sky and the sun. They swim silently, like a group of terrifying black sharks, cruising silently in the cold, dead depths.

There are so many of them that they are too numerous to count. The blade of the sword moved, and the occasional flash of cold light was so cold that it could pierce into the deepest part of the bone.

Shi Zhiguang's mind went blank.

The scene in front of me is full of danger and terrifying aura, which is suffocating.

Shi Xueman also stayed.

She knew that Ai Hui's strength must have improved by leaps and bounds when she went out this time, but the scene in front of her was still beyond the limit of her imagination.

Ai Hui ......

Ai Hui's clothes were windless, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown messy, but the cold light flashing in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like the stars at night.

At this moment, he just wants a sword out of the sheath, exuding a cold and cold atmosphere, and it is radiant!

Above the valley, a soft drink sounded.

"Here comes the sword!"

The group of black swords that swam silently in the sky turned into a raging black waterfall and poured down from the sky.

Looking at the countless black swords, they suddenly shot towards themselves, like a swarm of black sharks, frantically rushing towards themselves, trying to tear themselves apart and devour them all. Shi Zhiguang's face turned pale, and he subconsciously wanted to hide with his head in his hands, but the next moment despair rose in his heart, and he found that he couldn't move.

Doo doo doe!

Like a rainstorm hitting plantains, the sound is so dense that people can't breathe.

This rainstorm came and went faster, Shi Zhiguang only felt a flower in front of him, and when he reacted, the blue and cloudless sky came into his eyes again. The suffocating black cloud vanished, as if it had been nothing more than a hallucination for him.

Duanmu Dusk and others not far away can see it clearly.

The black swords that filled the valley suddenly roared in unison, breaking free from the earth and flying into the sky, like dark clouds pressing down on the top. With Ai Hui's clear drink, the group of swords circling in the sky poured down, only to see the black torrent split into seven, turning into seven trickles, and submerged into the seven sword towers.

At that moment, the windmill slammed down.

The seven sword towers are like hedgehogs, densely packed with black swords, becoming seven veritable "sword towers".

The valley was dead silent, except for the sound of swords.

Duanmu was stunned at dusk, and everyone was like a clay sculpture, and the crows were silent.

The sharp sword intent dissipated without a trace, and the cold light in Ai Hui's eyes disappeared into the night like stars, returning to the depths.

"Let's go!"