Commanding Wind and Cloud

A full ten meters of sand rushed into the air, covering the sky and the sun! Lei Diao let out a scream in the dust, countless bird feathers flew out, Hai Qing'er's body bounced off the golden sand layer, her long black hair fluttered with the wind, surprise flashed in her cold pupils.

A saintly strong man has absolute oppressive power against a non-sacred strong man, but now! This unsanctified warrior, the mad warrior actually resisted the blow of the holy strong man who used the holy weapon! Although this blow was mainly about capturing rather than killing, it was after all a blow by a holy man using a holy weapon!

In the eyes of the strong men of the War Saint level, they are all weak under the holy rank, but the violent blow of the weak man in front of them not only blocked the blow, but also shocked them back!

The impact of the bomb formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye, which directly scattered the army of undead around. Hai Qing'er's second palm had already fallen from the air.

dodge? cannot! All the fighting skills in Qian Jin's body were completely useless, and because of the high degree of damage to Wan Ying's body, he could barely meet the most basic movement requirements. In a hurry, almost instinctively, he took out half of the shield in the fighting world, and held the half shield from Fentu Kuangshou in his hand.

Boom! Qian Jin opened his mouth and spurted blood again, his body was severely squeezed, blood spurted out of nowhere from his sweat pores, and he turned into a more terrifying blood man, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The shield is broken again! The power of a half-shield is not as good as the defense and solidity of a complete case. When the shield is shattered, a huge attraction is generated in the palm of Qi Jin, sucking these shattered things into the body.

Without saying a word, Duan Feng grabbed the energy and started teleportation directly. Hai Qing'er then landed the third palm, hitting the position where Qian Jin was just standing, and the first palm made a pothole as deep as 100 meters.

"Eternal stars... please heed our call..."

Outside the army of undead, there was the sound of orderly and heavy hoofbeats, the vast magical elements frantically condensed in the sky, and a thick lightning suddenly descended from the sky, hitting Hai Qing'er hard.

lightning? Before the release, someone can naturally dodge according to the speculated position, but as long as the lightning really appears, from the moment it falls from the sky, then the lightning cannot be dodged!

The speed of electricity exists just like light, unless you are a light-speed soul domain, or an instant-moving soul domain, otherwise no one in this world can escape the impact of lightning.

The tyrannical thunder and lightning impact hit Hai Qing'er's body, directly hitting him into the sand, and all the attacking undead stopped attacking at the same time, and rushed towards the location where Hai Qing'er was shot down.

Boom! Dust shot up into the sky again, and the Thunder Eagle under Hai Qing'er's feet was scorched in many places, but she was not killed, and she didn't suffer any serious injuries.

The strong man who has become a saint is already strong, and he has the body of the holy artifact. With the inscription of Hai Qing'er's special queen of the dead, the huge thunder and lightning power hit her, which was weakened to the lowest level.

In a short moment, the legion that suddenly appeared behind the undead launched a new round of attack again. The magic that did not need to be chanted was sprayed out from different metal magic tools, and a gap was opened.

"Continue with the magic spar! Don't save this prince! Destroy these disgusting monsters!"

The high-spirited voice revealed the iron blood of a soldier, and the dull Zhence cheeks were ecstatic: "It's the second brother! The real strategy for fighting the road! Quick! It's the second brother! Assault in that direction!"

Duan Feng Bu Er held the drive to keep everyone from being taken away by Hai Qing'er, who had not yet recovered any fighting skills, and found the right direction to fight again.

"The stars are frozen!"

True Strategy for Fighting the Road gave another voice of wisdom, and Hai Qing'er's body, who had just emerged from the ground, was immediately frozen by huge ice cubes, and then those ice cubes exploded quickly.

It's a pity...Zhenglu Zhence sighed in his heart, if he had enough time to prepare, a thunderbolt just now would have blasted away this holy weird woman.

Out! Duanfengbuer chopped off the last person standing in front of him, heaved a sigh of relief, if it wasn't for such a troop that suddenly came to meet him, none of you would have escaped from the siege of the undead today.

"How did you get injured so quickly? Come out so quickly?" Zhenglu Zhence looked at the people who broke out of the siege unexpectedly. Based on the information he received and the time he arrived here, these young people shouldn't have come out so quickly.

"Never mind! The person to be rescued has come out anyway." Zhenglu Zhence shook the folding fan in his hand: "The monsters on the opposite side! If you want to fight with us to the end, then come!"

Hai Qing'er was suspended in the air and looked at the army fighting for the road. There were not many people, only a few thousand people, but the aura and feeling of this army were completely different. When they first saw the bones and skeletons moving, they also showed astonishment, but the time of astonishment disappeared quickly. There was no fear or doubt in their eyes, and there was only the calm killing of soldiers.

Such a force is really not easy to fight!

Hai Qing'er's doubtful eyes fell on the energetic body again, and a sense of reluctance suddenly flashed in her eyes, and soon this reluctance was replaced by doubt again, as if she was wondering what her reluctance was, as if she was wondering that the capture just now was not just to complete the task, but that she really wanted to hold this person in her hands and not let him leave.

For a moment of doubt, Hai Qing'er looked at the blood-bathed energy, and there was a hint of distress between her brows. Together with the taste of distress, an indescribable pain was transmitted to her brain.

"Jie..."

Hai Qing'er held her head in her hands, knelt on top of the thunder sculpture and let out a piercing cry. At this moment, all the undead army knelt down on the ground collectively, looking up at Hai Qing'er in the sky.

Heraldry! The coat of arms on Hai Qing'er's forehead once again burst into a strange light, and the light quickly spread to the surroundings. The distress, doubts, and other emotions in her eyes completely disappeared, replaced by the original frost.

She watched condescendingly, watching the army of thousands of people finally let out a scream, leading the army of undead to the interior of the ancient barren sand sea.

"What the hell are these things?" Zhenglu Zhengce stared blankly at the disappearing undead army: "It's very similar to the rumored undead. There are such things in the ancient desert sand sea."

"Second brother, you are..."

"Brother notified me..." Zhenglu Zhence looked at the dull Zhence who had countless stab wounds on his body: "Boy, you have become stronger..."

"Brother, I want to be emperor!" Mu Na Zhen Ce's eyes burst out with unprecedented firmness, and his eyes turned into sharp swords to stare at Zheng Lu Zhen Ce's eyes with a surprised expression.

"Emperor?" Zhenglu Zhengce laughed: "Okay! No problem! Brother supports you! It's time to teach the third child a lesson!"

"Thank you, bro..."

Mu Na Zhen Ce rolled his eyes and passed out.

The entanglement of the energetic steel wire, the excessive consumption of mental shock, and the dull strategy of losing a lot of blood in the body should have passed out long ago. The only thing that can see now is a belief.

Plop... Puff... Puff...

Several fighters who had stood out from the encirclement all collapsed straight and fainted. Burning fighting souls consumed a lot of strength, they were continuously injured, and their fighting skills exploded...Which one of them was not seriously injured.

"It's really easy." Zhenglu Zhengce looked at the injuries of several young people: "If I don't save them, will they be finished soon?"

"I'm afraid not...Second prince, they have a strange will..."

Zhenglu Zhence nodded slightly when he heard the answer beside him. In fact, he also felt that way. Even if he arrived a little later, they could still last for a while. It was just to stimulate their potential. Did he really come too early?

tired

exhausted

tired like never before

Motivation feels like breathing becomes very tired, and the various organs of the body are like overused machines, which may be scrapped at any time and stop continuing activities.

The three burning fighting spirits are all incomplete, looking like they are about to collapse at any time. The world in front of them is not black, but gray, the kind of gray that makes people despair.

The power of Hai Qing'er's palm penetrated into the body of Qian Jin, and they formed a smell of despair, permeating everywhere.

Different from the fighting qi that penetrated into the body and destroyed it in the past, it is not a violent attack everywhere, but a pervasive one.

It's like the thick fog slowly spreading everywhere when you wake up in the morning, although it is slow, it is more difficult to stop.

how so? I'm alive? Mo Jin felt that the soul fighting marks in his body had recovered now, but only a few soul fighting marks remained. The other fighting marks did not return to the body again, they were all turned into fragments, floating in the body, or corroded by the power of the undead like mist.

Open your eyes...open your eyes...just take out your hat...

He tried hard to open his eyes, and came out of this kind of faint, not faint, half awake state, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"One has to rely on oneself..."

The familiar voice rang again in Qian Jin's ear.

People have to rely on themselves... The energy and spirit are shaken, every time I get hurt these days, which time does it not enter the endless world, relying on the care of my incomparably loving elders to recover.

Such a situation has become a kind of dependence without knowing when, a kind of meaning that thinks it should be like this.

When is it a head to rely on? Enthusiastically asked himself quietly, but found that he had never thought about this question before.