Vol 22 Chapter 1101: : A whirlpool [guiqiu subscribe]

"But the body's mental strength and spirit are growing greatly, and it feels much faster, which is also a reward!" After several experiments, there was still no progress in the dust, and I couldn't help comforting myself.

If you want to compare, the current intensity of sandstorm may have increased by about half compared to five days ago.

"It's just useless!" Feng Chen laughed bitterly and laughed at himself. It's just a half improvement, nothing at all, at least facing the burning sky, still can't move.

"Concentrate!" Fengchen threw his other messy thoughts behind his head, gathered his energy, and ignited it again with magic flames.

Another group of magic fire suddenly appeared, almost engulfing the dust. The vibration produced by the vibration even stirred the hair on the dusty forehead, but it did not take into account that the dust I was immersed in the inner vision of the spiritual line.

"Failed again, failed again!" It was still the result of failure. The dust did not frown, but was gathered in front of the magic fire and dispersed, and the spiritual power of the whole body quickly flowed through a familiar channel again: ‘In the magic fire! The dust was drunk, and the magic fire poured out again and piled up in every corner, but unfortunately, the dust did not open his eyes.

"Failure? Come again!" The elves were satiated in the wind and dust, and then there was a surge of demon fire, and the elves wanted to oppress.

"Fail? Go on!" Feng Chen cried out with some gasping. After the magic fire spread to the earth, a dark sky was immediately reflected, causing Zi Xuanying's eyes to flash with worry and concern.

"Failed? Try hard!" Fengchen said, a little weak in spirit. After about a second, the demon fire came to the earth again, burning in the rootless void, making the dust that I saw black again, but this time, it carried another awareness of dust.

"Brother Feng? Brother Feng! Are you okay?" As the dust was in front of the eyes, it was dark, but before the consciousness dissipated, Zi Xuanying's panicked cry was heard, as the consciousness gradually moved away, as if she was by her side.

Not far away, in a slightly dense forest, not a cold grave on an open ground, unlike wind and dust, he stopped his dagger and frowned when he heard the deep cry.

There is a thousand-year-old giant wood in front of the cold tomb, which is clearly covered with scratches of average size and depth, and the dagger in the hands of the cold tomb shows who caused these scratches.

"The Fengchen boy won't be too eager to have an accident?" Feeling that the mental pressure from Fengchen's side has been significantly weakened, Lengfen is not worried about the monologue. Despite some concerns, there was no movement on the steps of this cold tomb. Under one step, one step, another step, the whole person disappeared in the same place. Then, with the movement of mental pressure, a breeze blew, and the whole person appeared on the other side of the ancient wood, standing here in the shadow created by the light, not the shadow of an ancient tree, but the shadow of another tree. shadow.

The man with the dagger ran a row, passing through the eyes of a thousand-year-old wood. With the sound of a thick tomb breaking, a new mark appeared on the old wood and a new mark appeared on the cold tomb.

auzw.com "Thirty-nine years old! I hope Yingge can take care of the wind and dust! I am a little tired here!" The cold grave smiled wryly and stomped her feet again. The whole person disappeared in the same place, as if mental pressure had never existed. ".

After a while, the reporter appeared from the void again, accompanied by a clear voice: "Forty times!" A new scratch was added to the huge wood, and other old scratches were generally arranged in a mess of ancient wood.

"Huh? Is the Dust Rabbit tired?" On the other side, facing a few scattered trees, Wang Ruozhen held a giant axe in his hand. The flaming leaf crystals just appeared and were immediately dispersed. However, seeing Zixuan's yelling, she involuntarily stopped her movements, and I was a little worried.

The big axe lightly landed on the ground, and immediately raised it high again: "It doesn't matter, that girl Zi Xuanying is also there at this time, I shouldn't have anything in the past!" Wang Ruozhen considered choosing the same ending as Leng Tomb.

And when Wang Ruochen made a decision in the next second, the giant axe was wrapped around the fiery red blade crystal, quickly covering the top of the giant axe, and the orange light reflected on the ground in the sunlight, beautiful and exquisite. Unfortunately, Wang Ruochen, who made all this, did not have time to pay attention to it. His attention was completely focused on the giant axe in his hand, or the fiery red crystal blade.

"Hello, guard!" The flame attached to the axe expanded rapidly and separated directly from the axe. The coins in the protective shield were burned, and at first glance it looked like a hot red protective barrier. ".

"Battle-knife helmet, close!" The big ax cut off the obstacle suddenly, but did not make a gap in the beautiful obstacle. On the contrary, after touching it, it is like a whirlpool, absorbing all these beautiful leaf crystals, and then revolving around the giant axe just like when it was first formed, the axe head is wrapped by a perfect crystal blade.

"Battle blade helmet, absorb!" After putting the crystal knife back perfectly, the giant axe did not stop moving, but pushed forward in the swing of Wang Ruozhen's sword, and the sword blade helmet suddenly produced a strong attraction. It attracts the surrounding dust and other things, and attaches it to the surface of the sword blade helmet, making it look less beautiful.

But Wang Ruochen is not an artist, and he doesn't care about the appearance of the saber helmet at this time. He can't even move his eyebrows and his hands have changed.

Raise the axe again, but it is a bit too big for its original size.

If it is only twice the size of Wang Ruozhen's petite body, then it may be three or four times that of Wang Ruozhen now. Holding such a big object, Wang Ruochen didn't see how difficult it was before, and it was not too red to breathe.

After locking his eyes on the goal, Wang Ruochen did not hesitate to drop the giant axe in his hand, but just slashed away in the direction of his sight: "War knife helmet, shower sting!"

With Wang Ruozhen’s last drink, the huge axe hit the crystal on the blade hard, but before it fell to the ground, a hot red light flashed. At this moment, the crystal giant ax on the blade unexpectedly burst. When it opened, tens of thousands of red cones shot out in the direction Wang Ruozhen had just seen. ..

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