Chapter 46 The First Battle

In the land of extreme people, Luo Tian was the last to enter, and in front of Luo Tian, seventy-one people had already entered.

Among the seventy-one people, the first one to enter was Long Hao.

Looking at the raging wind in front of him, Long Hao smiled contemptuously. This is just Gangfeng, and it is not without such a thing in the dragon protection clan.

"The dragon protectors will always be proud. As a member of the Dragonguards, you must maintain your pride at all times. "This is Long Hao's father, that is, the eleventh elder of the Dragon Guardian Clan, gave Long Hao the only instruction he gave before leaving.

The object of pride is not only people, but also those so-called tribulations.

Long Hao, as the first guard of the Dragon Guard's "One Guard and Seven Stars", always carries a proud heart. This is the land of extreme people, there are terrible mountain roads, and there are fierce winds, but Long Hao is still proud.

Hanging the heavy sword flat on his back, Long Hao took a rope and tied it again.

The heavy sword was originally hung on his back, but after entering no man's land, Long Hao untied it. Naturally, there is a reason to untie the sword.

Long Hao heard Luo Tian's shout. He knew that Luo Tian was in trouble in no man's land. Therefore, for the first time since entering no man's land, the heavy sword was untied from behind, and the sword body slashed towards the sky with a touch of bright yellow.

Since then, Long Hao has always held the sword in his hand, and he must hold the sword, not because he is afraid of those fierce beasts in No Man's Land, but because he has to be ready, always ready.

He wasn't sure if Luo Tian would run into trouble that he couldn't solve for the second time, and he had to be ready to draw his sword at all times and draw it for Luo Tian.

In fact, Long Hao has always walked very fast, from the beginning of entering no man's land, he was the fastest one among the one hundred and eight people. He is not a thunderbolt who is crazy for fighting, he is Long Hao, a dragon Hao with brains. So, he tries to avoid all the factors of slowing down, there is a wolf in front of him, he will quickly dodge, he will not kill a wolf, because that will waste his time, he will just run, run as fast as he can, and then, leave the wolf far behind.

If it weren't for Luo Tian, Long Hao wouldn't have drawn his sword at all, because in his opinion, any superfluous movements would hinder his progress.

It was very expected that Long Hao was the first to enter the land of extreme people.

The wind was very violent, but it couldn't stop Long Hao's pace at all. After more than ten years of body refining, how could you be afraid of these ignorant winds?

Long Hao's body was slightly bent, because he could walk faster. But his head was always held high, his eyes were still shining in the wind and sand, and he had to maintain the pride of the dragon protector clan at all times.

The hands always stick out regularly, and every time they will grab a green mangline on their hands, and sometimes they even grab three at a time.

He had always been very grateful to the Nine Elders, and it was the Nine Elders who told him to sit more and think more. He has always been like this, and in the past few months, Long Hao has been meditating for a significantly longer time. And the effect has always been just as obvious.

Just like at this moment, Long Hao didn't pay attention to the Gang Feng beside him at all, but felt it all the time. A vague feeling coupled with a pair of powerful eyes made Long Hao a lot easier, he could accurately know where every mangline hidden in the gang wind was, every shot, every time he would hit. A pair of big hands, either do not move, but move and shine.

Even in order to pass through this extremely human land as soon as possible, he deliberately avoided those gathered wheals, even if he did not hesitate to catch a little bit of green mangs. Therefore, even in this extremely human land, Long Hao is the fastest one so far.

Keep your arms in front of your chest at all times because it won't affect your speed. There was a sudden flash of light in his eyes, his arm stretched out quickly like a swimming dragon, looking at the purple mangwen in his hand, Long Hao smiled proudly.

This is already the purple mango area of the Polar Land.

Gangfeng is everywhere and all the time. The wind was black, as if it were covering the sky. However, in this gray and extremely human land, there is still a touch of black, which is blacker than Gangfeng, as if he is the king of black, and in front of it, all black can only be surrendered.

It was dressed in black and wearing a black mask.

The black clothes tightly wrapped around a flexible body, and walked quickly in the wind.

His surname is Shui, his name is Water Impermanence, and he comes from a mysterious and cruel place.

The gang wind beside him pounced, he hugged the clothes on his body, flashed over flexibly, and grabbed a green mangwen in the gang wind casually. Looking at his body movements, he actually used the same method as Long Hao, trying to sense as much as possible, avoiding the wind, taking lines in the wind, and not missing a hand.

At this moment, Shui Impermanence seemed a little anxious.

He couldn't help but be anxious, in fact he had been anxious since he entered No Man's Land. He walked faster, faster than the wind in no man's land. If some beasts stand in his way, he won't dodge, and he won't stop just to attract more beasts, he will throw a scimitar in his hand. The scimitar drew a graceful arc in the air, and the next moment it was already back in his hand. There was no blood on the scimitar, so how could his scimitar be stained with blood?

If his scimitar had been stained with blood, then his scimitar would have been red long ago.

He threw the scimitar as he walked, and he caught it again as he walked. The scimitar had been a part of his body from the moment he was born.

At this time, the scimitar had been tied to the back of the waist by Shui Impermanence, and he had always been trained to tie the knife in this way.

The pace has quickened, and he must quicken. Under the black mask was a distorted face, and he was furious: the number one in No Man's Land should have been his.

Therefore, all his previous anger turned into anxiety, and he wanted to compete for the first place in the Polar Lands. Then, when he arrived at Wujitu, he wanted to kill the guy who robbed him of the first place in no man's land.

He had to listen to the cries of that guy before he died, and he had to listen to the pain of that guy when he died. He liked it, and in fact he used to do it.

It's just that he has to speed up, because that guy is still in front of him. I walked for so long and walked so fast, and I didn't even overtake him.

Soon, the impermanence of the water stopped, he didn't leave, he wanted to listen, feel more carefully. Because, just now, he heard a voice that was simply unbelievable, he wasn't sure, or he didn't believe it at all. But soon, he heard a second sound, which was clearly the same as the first.

It was a high-pitched cry that only had purple rays.

After all, the green mangwen is only the outermost mangwen of the Extreme Human Land, although there are a lot of them, but the quality of life is really not high, and the only thing that stands out about them is the cool temperature. They don't bark at all.

However, at this moment, he heard two purple cries in succession, and the cries were high-pitched, and they became even more piercing in his ears.

"Impossible, simply impossible, how could he get to the area of the purple mangwen so quickly. Shui Impermanence was unbelievable, but he had to believe it, he knew that the voice of the purple mangwen came from a time and space close to him, which was the time and space where Long Hao was.

Shui Wuchang walked with a hideous face, his steps were much faster, and he even did not hesitate to let the wind blow destroy the precious black clothes.

"First, it can only be mine, it is my impermanence. I am the best impermanence, and I am the first in water impermanence. The black figure carried an angry voice and walked out of a straight line in the wind.