Fantasy World Transmigration

The sound of the wind is like the whistling of the devil. Occasionally, one or two sounds are heard to release the long whip. The dense gravel can extract rough wounds on the human body, almost destroying all the existence in the desert, grinding the rock into gravel, and will live. People are cut into white bones.

In such a nightmare environment, a man in armor trek trekking in the desert.

The flying gravel hit him and made a “dangdang” sound. He wore a veil and even covered his head for half of it. He only showed half of the indifferent face, walking with the wind and the wind, behind him. A group of men and women who are following each other are wearing traditional white robes in the desert area, but when they look closely, they have the shadow of Japanese traditional royal robes.

Only careful people can notice that the storm came to the front of the entire group as if it had been invisibly rejected and separated from the side. The entire group was like an invisible blade in the storm, breaking through most of the sandstorm. Formidable power, the yellow sand that covers the sky, and only a small part of a fish that escaped the net, can penetrate into the invisible barrier.

“Captain, my magic is too much, I can’t keep it!” A slim woman couldn’t help but say.

The man in front of the armor turned back and said: “Painting, please stick to it. We are coming soon. When the mission is completed, I will let the team’s people collectively contribute and redeem the six magic circuits for you… Zhu Jun, please think about it, we have the treasure: the protection of the Wind King enchantment, this line consumes such great energy and effort.”

“And our opponents are always facing the formidable power of this storm, their energy consumption will only be bigger than us, and they must guard against our sudden attacks all the time, I think, now they must be fine Exhausted.”

“As long as we can stick to it, the best time to complete the task is close at hand. They won’t think we can attack the entire storm to attack them. If the storm is quelled, we will lose the best chance.” , Zhu Jun, please play your roots! The Yamato nation is tenacious!”

“Hey!”

The captain of the ghost-cut team was very authoritarian in the squad. After listening to his inspiration, everyone raised the spirit, replied loudly, and took out his best spirit to face the terrifying majesty of nature. The one who just spoke was called painting. The woman of the child, even biting his teeth, squeezed the magic power left by him, and poured it into the treasure of protecting the people – the enchantment of the wind king.

The dense air is compressed more tightly, like a flexible shield, for them to remove the strong pressure to face the sandstorm and the dangerous gravel mixed in the strong wind.

The entire group is still very embarrassing, but the situation is much better than those who face the sandstorm.

It鈥檚 no wonder that the captain of the Ghost Team is very confident and attacked Chen Ang by surprise.

Such a big storm, it is reasonable to say that the ghost-cutting team with the wind king enchantment is so embarrassed, then the Zhang Ziqiang squad, which may not have the props against the sandstorm, should be even more sad, even if it is stuck in the storm, and facing On such a big storm, on the one hand they must be alert to the attack of the enemy reincarnation squad, on the one hand they will have a kind of inertia.

Because few people risked attacking their own people across the sandstorm, Zhang Ziqiang鈥檚 thoughts were normal, and his team鈥檚 squad was so difficult to face the sandstorm, so the enemy was risking to attack through the sandstorm, and How many?

Therefore, the leader of the Ghost Team judged that the Zhang Ziqiang team should now be in a state of exhaustion and slackness.

I have to say that the captain of the Ghost Team is a guy who studies the psychological inferiority of human beings very deeply. His judgment on Zhang Ziqiang’s team is generally correct except for some mistakes, whether it is a senior like Zhang Ziqiang or Xiao. Newcomers like Braun, who faced the sandstorms raging outside the airship, did not consciously slack off.

Li Ming sat cross-legged on the blanket and looked at the fierce wind outside the window, said curiously: “So terrifying weather, there should be no idiots coming to the center of the storm to attack us!”

Hong Fan grabbed the scalp and thought: “It’s hard to say! Be careful.”

Li Mingyi turned a blind eye: “They want to attack us, but they have to fly up! This kind of bad weather, even the missiles are not accurate, the electronic equipment is subject to strong interference, as long as we monitor well. The small piece below, where the wind is relatively calm, they can鈥檛 launch a surprise attack.”

“And, Dr. Chen is not releasing the mummy of sandification and going out to investigate?”

After reading Li Ming, he licked the juice in front of him and looked down at the card on the blanket. He suddenly excited: “Three belts, I want it!” Hong Fan said: “Wang fried!”

The ghost team is still in the sandstorm, and it is difficult to move forward.

They have slowly approached the coordinates that the Lord God reported to them last time. According to the time, the time for the next reminder of the coordinates should be coming soon, but the wind is getting fiercer, they seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm, the sky above the sky, the yellow sand rolling Like a boiling ocean.

The team members of the ghost team slammed their headscarves and shouted: “The captain, the situation is wrong, the wind is getting bigger and bigger! We seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm…”

Ghost team captain Akao said: “Whether right or wrong, first find the coordinates!”

Suddenly the woman named Painter screamed: “Captain, look at you!”

The sandstorm in front of you is like a hurricane in the secret room. It is low and has a strange whirlwind. The sand dunes under your feet are picked up wave by wave, like rolling waves. The ghosts of the ghost-cut team saw the first dozen meters. The high sand dunes were completely overturned, and dozens of tons of gravel were smashed to the ground in front of everyone, and a depression was completely buried.

Everything is like the end of the world, the sound of hong long long, in the dark sand curtain, a huge tornado appears in front of everyone, it is like a huge pump, the sand dunes in the location are drawn into the sky, and then For the storm and the waves, suddenly fell from the sky.

The size of this hurricane is huge, in front of the ghost-cutting team, just like a curtain that blocks half the sky.

Standing at the bow of the airship, Chen Ang, who was nailed to the observation deck of the cockpit like a nail, suddenly opened his eyes, said with a slight smile: “I saw you!” He caught the virtual hand of the right hand. Next to a decaying mummy turned into countless sand, shot like a long rope, rolled up the trial spear around Hong Fan, with a wave of Chen Ang right hand, spurt out.

The mummy’s sand, entangled in the spear of judgment, pressed the organ on it.

The spear of the trial of the scepter in the air, the sharp spear, popping into the violent hurricane, under the control of the saxos wrapped around the spear, with the wind of the tornado wind, Speed 鈥嬧€媟efers to a degree of terrifying.

The black clothed blood people around Chen Ang stood up. They moved toward Chen Ang and swung them out like a cheetah. They jumped from the high altitude of the airship, and Evelyn suddenly saw this. Screaming, the other people in the airship blasted openly, clearly seeing the black clothed blood family’s silhouette tumbling in the air, then one arm, one head into the violent tornado wind.

Cut the air in the direction of the wind, black clothed blood clan under the ribs “hu 鍟?#8221; a muffled sound, black wide cloak in the position between the hands and feet, there is a smashing film, as if opening a pair of wings, Like the structure of the bat wing membrane, these blood races are really like a huge bat.

With the instinct of the bloodline, they use the flying wing of this high-strength material, like the surfboard to cut the waves, cut the wind wall, and follow the guidance of Chen Ang’s control trial spear. Where to fly.

Chen Ang closed his eyes and used his magical force to connect with this huge storm. Through the dozens of sanding mummy mixed in the storm, the movement of this huge storm was included in his calculations. His brain’s precise calculations construct a detailed and specific motion model.

The sanded mummy wrapped around the spear of the judgment, like a saxophone, adjusted its direction under the control of Chen Ang, keeping the distance of the leading blood races ten several meters, and demonstrating the trajectory of the movement.

Those black clothed blood races, like a huge bat shuttle in the tornado wind, they use the violent wind like a fish to accelerate the shuttle and rush down in an unknown direction.

These blood races have reached an astonishingly high speed, their bodies almost broke through the sound barrier, like a madman, passing through the chaotic yellow sand flow, interspersed in the middle of countless turbulences, it is more than enough, the partiality is a little inattention is torn In the dangerous situation of fragmentation, these blood races still maintain the elegance and grace of the dark night nobles.

A bloody wing fitted to the right rear was slightly confusing, and was quickly involved in the turbulent flow. Like a clumsy bat, it was turned around, tangled up, numerous sharp sands, rough The gravel ripped his body like a violent blade, and the bloody screams were torn into pieces by the wind.

And more blood races have crossed him without stopping, and still remain indifferent, not moving in the direction of the spear of the trial.

The trial spear finally shot the most terrifying distance of the wind, but under Chen Ang’s precise calculations, it was still driven by the airflow. It was very terrifying, but it did not slow down, but it was accelerated to a terrifying. Degree鈥︹€?/p>

At this time, the team members of the Ghost Team finally calculated the coordinates given by the Lord God again at the 30th. She couldn鈥檛 conceal the fear of her heart: “Captain Redtail, the Lord God gives the coordinates of the Nine Provinces team. At the center of the tornado wind! They…”

Her words have not been finished, just in the eyes of the red tail, the body is hit by a powerful force, the blood mist appears in the wound on her chest, as if there is a golden light, tearing the wind Wang Jiejie, passing her chest through her chest, powerful force shocked the blood she threw into a blood mist…

Only the red-tailed captain who strengthened the writing of the round eyes could see that it was a golden lance, like a smashing arrow that tore the chest of the picture, with one’s beloved blood plunged into the gravel under them.

“No! Painted!” Red Desperate Mourning.