The rolling yellow sand is overwhelming, like a river flowing backwards, swirling towards the whirlpool in the center.

The armored vehicles were constantly covered with yellow sand, and all the warriors inside jumped out.

"Save Me !!"

Suddenly, a dark energy master roared miserably, his eyes rolled with panic, and half of his body fell into the yellow sand.

Under this yellow sand, a terrifying pulling force made it difficult for this dark power master to get out, so he could only open his mouth to call for help.

"Get up!"

A master of transformation stepped on the yellow sand, his body was as light as a swallow, appeared beside the young man, grabbed his wrist, and immediately roared, violently.

"Not good!" Suddenly, the face of the master of transformation changed greatly, and half of his feet fell into the yellow sand.

"Boom!"

Like a huge millstone, in a radius of hundreds of meters, all the yellow sand rolled up.

"Ah!!h

The dark master roared miserably, and the yellow sand around him oozed blood-red.

"Oops!" the strong man who held the dark energy master's face changed greatly, and he felt that his feet were stuck in the yellow sand, as if they had been cut by a knife, and the piercing pain made him tremble.

"Get up!"

With a roar, the dragon fury soft armor on the power master flashed with golden brilliance, and the dragon battle spear in his hand slammed into the yellow sand and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The spear of dragon battle sprayed a cold beam of light, and the huge rebound force bounced off the power of the transformation master who had his feet stuck in the yellow sand.

"Run, run!"

The faces of the thirty-six half-step grandmasters were cold, and they stepped on the yellow sand, like feathers, and shot towards the outside of the huge whirlpool.

In their eyes, one dark energy master after another was swallowed by the yellow sand, and even many transformation masters were unavoidable.

In the face of the power of nature, even if he is a master of chemical strength, he seems so small.

"Old Huo, help me take a step!" A half-step grandmaster's face was cold, staring at Li Ling in the sky, standing on the back of the thunder bird.

"Good!"

Huo Zhanjin tapped the yellow sand on his toes, appeared beside the half-step Grandmaster, and clasped his shoulders with both hands, "Be careful, Lao Zhao!"

At the same time, there were seven or eight half-step grandmasters, like Lao Zhao, who were holding the spear of dragon battle and killing Li Ling in mid-air.

Looking at the seven or eight figures that were roaring, Li Ling's eyes flashed with indifference, and he patted the thunderbird's head and said, "Elevate!"

"Chirp!!"

The figure of the thunderbird moved, and its huge wings flapped violently, like a bolt of lightning, appearing a hundred meters away.

There was a look of unwillingness on the faces of those half-step grandmasters, they couldn't fly like Li Ling, so it was impossible to catch up with Li Ling in the sky.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Li Ling's expression froze, he looked at the black shadow rolling in the distance, and said in a lost voice: "Special mother, even the fighter jets have come out?"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a missile appeared in Li Ling's sight.

", get down!"

Li Ling's face changed drastically, and he hugged the neck of the thunderbird.

"Chirp!" the thunderbird seemed to sense the threat, and its wings were folded, like sharp arrows, and it slid towards the ground.

"Kill!"

"Kill him and avenge his brothers!"

"Kill !!"

Looking at Li Ling, who was shooting towards the ground, those ancient martial artists who escaped from the huge whirlpool, all of them had a fierce light in their eyes, and their aura was awe-inspiring.

"Boom, boom!"

Rolls of light beams, like spider webs, covered the sky and the sun, shooting out from the spears of dragon battle in the hands of the group of power-transforming masters.

Gu Lailong said that after the martial artist wears the dragon fury soft armor, after using the spear of dragon war, the combat power will be increased a lot, and if the cooperation is good, even the strong grandmaster will fall.

This is no joke.

"Come back!"

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the huge thunderbird suddenly disappeared, and Li Ling was like a slippery loach, one by one, swooping into the yellow sand.

"Gone?"

"How could such a big bird suddenly disappear?"

"Hell, what did he do to get rid of such a big bird?"

The remaining seventy or so ancient warriors looked at each other, looking at the place where the thunderbird had disappeared.

Huo Zhanjin squinted his eyes, raised his right hand, looked at the watch he was wearing on his wrist, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "At nine o'clock, eleven meters underground!"

"Boom!"

As Huo Zhanjin's voice fell, a half-step grandmaster suddenly slammed his fist on the yellow sand.

"Whoa!"

The yellow sand in the sky is like a waterfall flowing backwards, splashing in all directions.

Under the yellow sand, Li Ling's expression changed greatly, he felt the heavy pressure from above, and secretly cursed: "Wing Chun!"

"Bajiquan!"

Suddenly, a low roar came into Li Ling's ears, and he felt that the yellow sand in all directions suddenly vibrate, turning into a puff of powder, and the violent fist power blasted towards him through the layers of yellow sand.

"Wudang Qingfeng Sword!"

"Hum!" the Demon Sword appeared in Li Ling's hand.

"Boom, boom!"

Holding the purple-gold Demon Sword, Li Ling's expression was grim, and he danced underground, one after another sword qi, extremely fierce, breaking through the yellow sand and slashing towards the ancient warriors on the ground.

On the ground, the four half-step grandmasters had indifferent faces, and they used their mastery, either palms or fists, and they were extremely fierce.

"Kill!" At this moment, Qin Tian's figure swooped down from mid-air.

Huo Zhanjin raised his head violently, looked at Qin Tian who was roaring, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised the spear of dragon battle in his hand.

Suddenly, Huo Zhanjin's expression froze, and Qin Tian in mid-air suddenly disappeared.

"Formation!"

"Good!"

"Shaolin Lion Roar!" A monk with nine ring scars on his head, his expression was indifferent, his mouth was wide, and sound waves were rolling out, gushing out of his mouth.

"Buzz!"

The space shook, and a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the great monk, "Three o'clock direction." ”

"Kill!!"

"Boom, boom!"

In an instant, the three-minute direction was covered by terrifying beams of light, and even the yellow sand melted like water.

"Bang!"

"What?"

Huo Zhanjin's face changed drastically, and he looked at Qin Tian who suddenly appeared in the direction of six o'clock.

"Hmph!" With a cold smile on the corner of Qin Tian's mouth, he suddenly appeared behind a half-step grandmaster, his right hand formed a claw, and slammed into the opponent's back heart.

"How is that possible?" The great monk's face sank, and he looked at Qin Tian who had disappeared again, "I obviously felt that he was in the direction of three o'clock, why did he appear behind Lao Yu!"

"Ahem, cough, Monk Zhineng, next time you see it, okay?" The half-step Grandmaster who was slapped out by Qin Tian slapped out, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face flashed with a glint of light, scanning all directions.

Monk Zhineng frowned, touched his big bald head, and muttered, "It shouldn't be!"

Huo Zhanjin half-squinted his eyes and said, "He is a genetic warrior, and he may have fused animal genes related to sound waves, so he can give you the wrong information." ”

"I see!" The great monk flashed a flash in his eyes, and said, "I said, how could my lion roar skill be wrong." ”