Chapter Forty-Eight: The King of Strength is in the Desert

The young woman in the kimono soared into the air, her wings directly broke the plain kimono she was wearing, and the wings with a three-foot span appeared directly, and she herself, like a demon, the joints of her whole body were strangely twisted, which was extremely terrifying.

And when her wings were waved a few times, the boundless black qi actually grew suddenly, turning into countless flying black crows, constantly swirling and obscuring the air.

It even directly obscured the crescent moon in the sky.

I looked up to the sky and saw this demon Dapeng spread its wings, its wings flickered, but countless feathers flew down.

They were like arrows, shooting high in my direction.

All of a sudden, the arrow covered the entire top of my head.

Seeing this, I didn't panic and shouted, "Hey, it's just in time." ”

I grabbed the golden rod and swung it, and danced around me in a circle, impermeable to the wind, and the feathers like arrows were blocked, and the body of the golden hoop rod made a clanging sound like gold and iron clashing.

The attack lasted about a minute or so, and I was unscathed by the high movement of the golden club, but the situation around me was miserable.

The arrow landed in a radius of fifty meters, piercing through trees, thorns, stones, and human bodies.

and everything that exists.

No one was spared.

Originally, there were occasional sounds of fighting around us, but now, there is silence, not even the sound of "shenyin".

There is not a single living creature.

When the storm stopped, I stopped the golden hoop stick in my hand, took a deep breath, and saw that there was a dense feather around me.

God knows how these arrow-like feathers were made.

I looked up at the true form of the bird of prey that Nagasawa Apricot had incarnated, and the feathers on its body were not a lot.

And when I was still a flat-haired animal, the guy started flapping his wings again.

But this time, it was not the feathers that fell like a rain of arrows.

It's down.

Down and feathers like cotton fluttered down from the air, and when they were three or four feet above the ground, they turned into raging flames, like the shape of one black evil lotus after another, filling the sky above my head.

The temperature of the scene, at the moment of ignition, suddenly rose, making the space I was in like a hell on earth, a steel-making furnace.

Passion, like the devil, licks everything.

Moreover, those fluttering flame lotuses have a general effect of being able to navigate automatically, and they can actually change with my movements, fluttering, and rushing straight towards me.

When ordinary people saw this scene, they were probably scared directly.

The bolder ones are not scared, and it is estimated that they are not much better.

Because of the flames that covered the sky and the terrifying high temperature, there was really some horror, which made people feel a sense of despair that they couldn't let go.

But it doesn't have that power in my eyes.

In fact, for me, it is an opportunity, a possibility to break the situation.

Even though I knew that no matter how much I moved and dodged, it would be useless, and those black fire lotuses that feathered into would fall on my body, I still moved.

But this time, I didn't do it to dodge, but to take advantage of the situation and lead the trouble.

I rushed to the crowd a hundred meters away.

Some of those people were nocturnal walkers who showed their true colors, and in the dark jungle, in a narrow space illuminated by firelight, suddenly glanced, all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods existed, as if they were in hell, and there were a large number of Japanese samurai mixed in between.

These people were the guys who attacked the advance team, and they were originally fighting fiercely with the remnants of the advance team, adding encirclement and suppression, but because of the fierce fight between me and the woman that year, they were temporarily separated.

And at this moment, I rushed to them without hesitation.

One person, one stick, and countless black lotus flames above my head.

Call......

Countless flames bloomed overhead, and then as if they had been pulled by some kind of tug, they dragged countless trails of flowing clouds in mid-air and fell towards the crowd.

At first, those people were eager to fight me, but when the black flames came to an end, they couldn't resist such pressure, except for a few hard bones who insisted, the rest of them let out a "wow" and scattered towards the surroundings.

Rumble......

When it was too late, the flames fell in an instant, filling the entire forest, directly igniting the damp woods around them, and the thick billowing smoke, red flames, and burning human bodies rendered the scene cruelty-free.

However, in the midst of this raging fire, there is one person who is particularly special.

He was surrounded by flames, but this flame was incompatible with the surrounding fire, and instead formed a compartment like a protective shield.

And the man had a rod in his hand, and the rod was full of flames.

That person is me.

In the face of the other party's flame descending, my countermeasures seemed much more mundane, just to stir up the flame of the candle and ignite myself.

I don't pose a threat to Masa Nagasawa, who is waving her wings in the air, but in fact, I really don't have much thought about her at this time.

She will "Tian Ji Horse Racing", I won't?

I'm a countryman, I don't want to lose face?

The things of my ancestors, can I forget?

Lao Tzu will not only "Tian Ji Horse Racing", but also "Thirty-six Strategies", what golden cicada shells and bricks to lead jade, borrow a knife to kill people in order to wait for labor, capture the thief, capture the king, and rob while the fire is fired...... If you weren't afraid that readers would say that I was the number of words, how could I memorize them all with you, would you believe it or not?

That's right, that's right, Lao Tzu's plan is famous......

Borrow a knife to kill.

Rumble......

Countless flames sprung up, and those hard bones who wanted to hold on to their bodies burst out of flames, began to roar, and fled towards the periphery, while I didn't care about Masato Nagasawa above my head, and began to hunt down these people.

The old man once said, "It is advisable to chase the poor bravely, not to sell the name of the overlord", how could I miss the matter of beating the water dogs?

After a fierce fight, the souls of the revenants under my stick were raised to double digits, and these people were all completed in a hurry.

Those who were scorched by the flames and lost part of their combat effectiveness, more.

As I happily pursued the enemy who had been swept away by the pond fish, I heard a sharp eagle chirp overhead.

Immediately after, I felt a strong wind blowing.

I looked up and saw the woman's manifested nature, and she waved her wings again.

But this time it was no longer feathered arrows and flames that fell, but yellow sand.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and the head is covered.

It obscured the entire space, and I felt like my vision was suddenly gone, and everywhere was gray.

Immediately afterward, I felt a sharp sword qi that rushed into the sky and slashed towards me.

That sword aura was extremely powerful, and it made me feel like I was able to split through the mountains.

Block, or not?

I was still thinking about this in my mind, and the sword qi was already here.

In fact, when I was locked in the direction by the other party and locked the space around me, I was actually unavoidable.

At this moment, there is nothing but desperate.

I lifted the golden hoop stick in my hand, and when the whole person's state rose directly to the peak, the hairy-faced monk also emerged from behind me, took the gradually growing golden hoop stick, and then slammed it forward.

Boom!

A sound of gold and iron clashing appeared out of thin air, shaking the entire space.

The sword qi didn't know what was going on, it looked like it was fierce, but when it encountered the golden hoop stick, it still lacked a bit of climate in the end, and it actually melted away a few points directly.

This is the natural restraint of the golden hoop rod on the ghost knife, right?

The hairy-faced monk who took the golden hoop stick made it thin and long directly, then lifted it up and smashed it towards Nagasawa Masa, who was waving his wings in the sky and surrounded by black crows.

The woman grabbed the Japanese ghost knife in her hand and fought with the golden hoop for two rounds, each time causing an earth-shattering vibration, causing the sky to sound like a thunderbolt, and it continued until it was far away.

And when it was about to make the third blow, the flat-haired beast turned abruptly and swooped off into the distance.

She ran away?

The golden hoop stick passed by her, and the guy flew away without looking back, and the hairy-faced monk lost his goal, and his momentum suddenly stopped, and he could only exhale a breath and blow away the yellow sand, and then disappear into my body.

And the golden hoop rod has also returned to its original appearance.

I struck the woman away, and when I looked back, I saw that the innumerable enemy had also come to their senses, and seemed to be fierce, and had swooped down on me with their weapons.

Fearless to death.

This time, they no longer have any reservations, and they want to crush us through a simple numerical advantage.

It's just that this enemy, which is less than two hundred, can really get his wish?

I grabbed the golden rod, a faint smile appeared on my face, and a conversation sounded in my brain.

"Great Sage, what do you want to do there?"

"Break through the South Heavenly Gate and smash the Lingxiao Treasure Palace"

"If you don't go back..."

"No return!"

Kill!

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