On the edge of the battlefield beyond the volcano, Nyingmar tiptoed to see everything in front of him.

Dressed in dark leather armor, she subconsciously clenched the weapon in her hand, discreetly hiding her energy in the col, she didn't want to take any risks after watching an incredible war.

In front of her was a plain baptized by cloudburst bombs, and the originally uneven land was almost as smooth as a mirror at this time, and it seemed that it was difficult to see that there had been a tragic war here.

She couldn't understand why such a horrific weapon could create such a miraculous effect, and how incredible it would be if it was used to create or build......

What she didn't know was that in another world, there were often armies who deliberately used cloudburst bombs to blow up a place as a helicopter landing field.

On the edge of the giant volcano, there were smoking craters, and when she looked out in front of her, the ground was densely covered with corpses, and there were shocking craters filled with gunsmoke.

Large and small, countless craters.

In the distance, the smoke of gunpowder like a black cloud crushing down the top has not dispersed for a long time, and it is no longer clear from a thousand meters away, but in the haze, you can still see the fluctuation of fire that keeps breaking out in the distance, and it is very obvious that the battle there has been more tragic.

What she was hiding from was a steel monster with two short hands and tracks, thousands of large and small, seemingly with long barrel-like eyes, searching around, communicating with each other, and busily cleaning up the battlefield.

Nyingmar knew that there was almost nothing left to clean up on the battlefield, and soon they would be returning to camp to celebrate this great moment, perhaps until late at night?

Late at night should be a good time to find out......

She made up her mind, and walked cautiously forward, moving along the shadows beneath the ridges, trying not to make a noise, to avoid the unsightly monsters of steel.

There were fewer steel monsters now than there had been earlier, but at that time, her attention was so focused on the earth-shattering battle that she didn't pay any attention to them.

At that time, there were more and larger steel machines, dragging tracks and five pairs of load wheels, roaring and making huge explosions, rolling forward like a torrent of steel.

Almost every shelling could emit a brilliant golden-red light, and the strong shock was overwhelming, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Huge clumps of flames rolled across the earth, and the boundless sea of fire spread out, as if the whole world was burning with raging fire, and everywhere there were blinding white lights and crazy explosions.

The fighters fell as if they were mowing grass......

It was a scene that suffocated her, and she believed she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

A few hours later, the steel machines turned back into the alien volcanic base, and Nyingmar finally poked his head out.

Rounding a hill, now, everything jumped into her eyes.

A heat wave rushed in, and the lava in many places had not had time to cool, and the ground was crisscrossed with rivers of magma and steam vents still erupting.

The whole field smelled of dead silence, the bodies of enemies from her tribe and earthlings alike twisted and distorted in the explosion, looking horrible and abominable, and the mere sight of these endless corpses was enough to make her feel sick.

She leaned in on a corpse and took off her cloak so that she could see the wounds on it more clearly.

A few hours earlier, she had seen the elderly warrior in battle on the battlefield, a strong, serious-looking warrior dressed in the same leather armor as herself.

Although he could barely lift his head under the weight of enemy fire, the warrior let out a contemptuous battle cry at his enemies, and haughtily raised his battle axe like an indomitable god.

However, the alien warrior with the sword of red light only used one move against this experienced warrior.

And now, the old warrior had fallen silently, his body covered in battle scars, and his body had long since cooled away.

Whatever his origins, the man with the sword of red light clearly possessed great power, as he slashed through the sky like a stream of fire, slicing through the blades and armor of his enemies with ease and ease.

With a flick of his hand, his sword erupted with dazzling flames of evil, and then the blood of those warriors spurted out like a fountain......

Nyingmar thought, and it seemed that the man was fighting again.

She looked up at the high mountains in the distance, brightly lit and bustling, with all sorts of machines coming and going, and there was a lot of work in full swing, turning the volcano and the surrounding area into an impregnable fortress of war.

Nyingmar knew that on the mountainside that she couldn't see, there would be an endless stream of armies pouring into the world.

Then, an unspeakable fear suddenly hit her heart, and that seemingly involuntary sense of oppression weighed heavily on her.

The moon was not full tonight, but it was very bright, and the pure silver moonlight covered everything with a layer of bluish-gray lightness, and Nyingmar was no exception.

But at this time, her back, arms, and forehead couldn't help but have layers of sweat beads, which shone brightly under the moonlight.

A sword blade rested on her neck, the snow-white blade was shiny and sharp, and the sword surface was surrounded by dark red veins, as if there was a red dragon swimming in the sword, that was the legendary weapon, Chixiao.

"Yo, there's a survivor here." The nonchalant, almost mocking tone of his voice annoyed Nyingmar, but more of it was panic.

No one on this planet knows the power of this man better than Nyingmar.

In a moment where there was no respite, Nyingmar suddenly turned around, rolled, and then quickly escaped, the action was swift and effective.

Even though she was just coming of age, she was already a trained warrior.

She glanced sideways, only to see that the attacker behind her hadn't moved, not even moving.

It was the young man with divine power, and the sword light in his hand was like a demonic flame, and a few rays of light red light penetrated out of it, as if in a dream, virtual and real, ethereal.

Nyingmar, however, had no intention of marveling at this mysterious and beautiful sight.

The awe-inspiring temperament of this young man made him so dazzling, and those striking black eyes, even from a distance, she could see that aggressive gaze.

Nyingmala held her breath and concentrated the strength of her whole body, and the sweat behind her flowed down into small streams.

The subconscious told him that he was definitely no match for this demonic enemy, and that he had to flee!

Then, she glared at Qi Xiao fiercely, turned around and fled.

"It's all here, why are you so busy?" Qi Xiao muttered, and Edgeworth followed behind him.

The two of them crossed the gap between the volcanic lake, turned into a wisp of wind on the grassland, and swept forward quickly.

Qi Xiao looked at the sky, the golden clouds exuded a shining brilliance, in this world where day and night are not distinguished, like a bronze rainbow, the bright orange and orange clouds are stacked together, as if it is a bridge of the gods entering the realm of gods.

The sky was brighter, the sun was rising, and the orange clouds turned into brilliant red, speeding through the air as if they were a raging flame from the sky.

The sound of the wind whistling across Nyingmar's cheeks, and messy strands of hair fluttered across her left cheek. But she didn't have the heart to appreciate the beauty.

She ran intently, panting, and although she had repeatedly pushed her limits, she knew she had to continue.

The sound of steel tearing through the air lingered in my ears, as if it were the silent scorn of a proud man, the sinister and treacherous thief......

Nyingmar looked back at him viciously again, Qi Xiao behind him, stepping on his sword, unhurried, seeing Nyingmar turn around, he smiled at her for a while.

Nyingmar crossed the vast grasslands and scurried among the barren mountains and mountains, and the howls of wild beasts could be heard from time to time, but she could not pay attention to them.

I don't know how long she ran or how far she ran, but Nyingmar's trembling legs told her that she couldn't run anymore.

She suddenly lowered her heart, suddenly roared, stepped on a stone, twisted her body and swooped down, the long sword in her hand, turned her head and stabbed towards Qi Xiao, her hand rose and fell, stabbing two swords on the left, two swords on the right, and another sword in the middle.

Despite her exhaustion, her sword was swift and incomprehensible.

"Good swordsmanship!" Qi Xiao exclaimed, the sword light swept across the air, the sword blade changed from left to right, and turned into a streamer, flawlessly blocking the five swords.

Nyingmar's heart was cold, and he stumbled almost in disbelief.

This kind of swordsmanship is something she can't reach, I'm afraid only the swordsmanship masters in the tribe can use it. And certainly not as he does.

Nyingmar made up her mind.

She bent down, walking cautiously, looking for a gap in the attack, but the opponent stood so casually, as if there were opportunities everywhere,

Nyingmar held the sword in his hand, and suddenly shouted violently, the long sword slashed, like a thunderbolt of shock, the sword light spread in all directions, like mercury pouring on the ground, and the flowers and rain were colorful.

In all directions, there is her shadow.

Qi Xiao floated around in the sword light, struggling like a light boat in the turbulent waves of Nyingmar's sword moves. The mouth sighed and praised: "Good swordsmanship." ”

A trace of white gas gradually emanated from the tip of Nyingmar's sword, swirling and thickening, like a long snake, lingering and tearing at everything that came into contact with it.

"Hey, do you have magic hidden in your sword skills? It's quite unusual. Qi Xiao praised and nodded.

Nyingmar's battle intent became more and more intense, a scarlet light flashed in her eyes, the sword moves became more and more ruthless, faster and faster, one person made a sword, but it was like dozens of hundreds of people fighting!

In the midst of the gorgeous aura, Qi Xiao observed the girl opposite, her body was tattooed with blue patterns, her complexion was soft, her limbs were slender, and in addition, her body shape and appearance were almost the same as that of a human being.

She was slender, but not thin, and her arms were round and strong; With smooth and muscular thighs, just the right muscles, perfect facial features and elegant almond eyes, it's hard to tell the difference between them and humans unless you've looked at them deliberately.