Chapter 611

The sound of the wind is like the scream of the devil. Occasionally, it brings out one or two whistling whistling of the whip. The dense gravel can pull out rough wounds on people, erase almost all the existence in the desert, grind the rocks into gravel and pick the living people into white bones.

In such a nightmare environment, a man in iron armor trekked through the desert on foot.

The flying gravel hit him and made a "Dangdang" sound. He wore a veil and covered most of his head. Only half of his indifferent face was exposed. He walked hard against the strong wind. A group of men and women followed him were wearing the traditional white robes in the desert, but when he looked carefully, there was the shadow of the traditional Japanese imperial robes.

Only careful people can notice that when the storm comes to the party, it seems to be invisible exclusion and separated from the side. The party is like an invisible blade in the storm, breaking most of the power of the sandstorm. Only a small part of the yellow sand that blocks the sky and the sun can penetrate into the invisible barrier.

"Captain, my magic consumption is too big to sustain!" said a thin woman.

The iron clad man walking in the front turned back and said, "huazi, please hold on. We'll be here soon. When this task is completed, I'll ask the team to collectively invest and exchange six magic circuits for you... Gentlemen, please think about it. We have a treasure: the protection of the wind king's border. This trip has consumed so much energy and effort."

"Our opponents are always facing the power of this storm. Their energy consumption will only be greater than ours, and they have to guard against our sudden attack all the time. I think they must be exhausted now."

"As long as we can stick to it and the best time to complete the task is near at hand, they will not think that we can cross the whole storm to attack them. If the storm calms down, we will lose the best opportunity. Gentlemen, please give play to your roots! The Daiwa nation is tenacious!"

"Hi!"

The leader of the ghost cutting team has great authority in the team. After listening to his encouragement, everyone raised their spirits, answered loudly, and took out their best spirit to face the terror and majesty of nature. The woman named huazi who just spoke is biting her teeth, squeezing her little magic left, and pouring it into the treasure of protecting everyone - the boundary of the king of wind.

That layer of dense air is compressed more tightly, like a flexible shield, to remove the strong pressure in the face of sandstorms and the dangerous gravel mixed in strong winds.

Although they are still very embarrassed, they are much better off than those who face the sandstorm.

No wonder the captain of the ghost cutting team was very confident and took Chen ang by surprise.

In such a big storm, it is reasonable that the ghost cutting team with the boundary of the wind king is so embarrassed. Zhang Ziqiang's team, which may not have the props to resist the sandstorm, should be more sad. Even they can only stick to it in the storm. In the face of such a big storm, on the one hand, they should be vigilant against the attack of the hostile reincarnation team, on the other hand, they will have a kind of inertia.

Because few people will risk crossing the sandstorm to attack their own people, Zhang Ziqiang's idea is very normal. His team is so hard to defend in the face of sandstorm, so how many possibilities are there for the enemy to attack at the risk of crossing the sandstorm?

Therefore, the captain of the ghost cutting team judged that Zhang Ziqiang's team should now be in a state of fatigue and laziness.

It has to be said that the captain of the ghost cutting team is a guy who has deeply studied the psychological inferiority of human beings. In addition to some mistakes, his judgment of Zhang Ziqiang's team is generally correct. Both senior people like Zhang Ziqiang and newcomers like Xiao Bolang unconsciously slack off in the face of the raging sandstorm outside the airship.

Li Ming sat cross legged on the blanket, looked at the fierce wind outside the window and said curiously, "in such terrible weather, no fool should come to the center of the storm and attack us!"

Hong Fan scratched his scalp and thought, "it's hard to say! It's better to be careful."

Li Ming turned his eyes: "if they want to attack us, they have to fly up! In this bad weather, even the missiles have no accuracy, and the electronic equipment is subject to strong interference. As long as we monitor the small area below and the wind is relatively calm, they can't launch an assault at all."

"Besides, didn't Dr. Chen release the desertification mummy for investigation?"

With that, Li Ming took a sip of the juice in front of him, looked down at the card game on the blanket, and suddenly said excitedly, "three with one, I want it!" Hong Fan said, "Wang fried!"

The ghost cutting team is still struggling in the sandstorm.

They have slowly approached the coordinates reported by the LORD God to them last time. According to the time, the next time to prompt the coordinates should be coming, but the wind is getting fiercer and fiercer. They seem to be approaching the center of the sandstorm. The yellow sand rolls like a boiling Ocean on the earth and in the sky.

The members of the ghost cutting team shouted with their headscarves pressed: "Captain, the situation is wrong. The wind is getting stronger and stronger! It seems that we are approaching the center of the sandstorm..."

Ghost cut team leader baretail roared: "whether it's right or not, find me the coordinates first!"

Suddenly, the woman named huazi screamed, "Captain, look!"

The sand storm in front of us was like a hurricane roaring in the secret room. It was low and had a strange sound. The sand dunes under our feet rose one after another, just like rolling waves. The reincarnators of the ghost cutting team saw with their own eyes that tens of meters high sand dunes were overturned, and tens of tons of gravel fell to the ground in front of everyone, completely burying a depression.

Everything seemed like the end of the world, rumbling. In the dark sand curtain, a huge tornado appeared in front of everyone. It was like a huge water pump, pumping the sand dunes on the ground to the sky, and then turned into rainstorm sand waves, which suddenly fell from the sky.

The volume of the hurricane is huge. In front of the ghost cutting team, it is like a curtain blocking half the sky.

Standing in the bow of the airship, like a nail nailed to the viewing platform of the cockpit, Chen ang suddenly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I see you!" as soon as he grabbed into the void of his right hand, a decayed mummy next to him turned into countless grains of sand and shot out like a long rope. He rolled up the spear of judgment around Hong Fan and shot out with the wave of Chen Ang's right hand.

The sand of the mummy intertwined with the spear of judgment and pressed its mechanism.

The trial spear (imitation) made of a scepter in mid air pops up a sharp spear head and plunges into a violent hurricane. Under the control of the sand rope wrapped around the spear, the speed is raised to a terrible level with the help of the huge wind force of the tornado.

The black blood clan around Chen ang stood up, and they threw their way towards Chen ang. They leaped like a cheetah and jumped down from the airship hundreds of meters high. Evelyn suddenly saw such a situation, screaming, and the scalp of other people in the airship burst at once, and clearly saw the figure of the black coat of blood in the air and rolled up in the air, followed by two arms. Plunged into the violent tornado.

Cut the air along the direction of the wind, the black blood clans made a "Hula" sound under their ribs, and a web like film appeared in the position between their hands and feet, as if to open a pair of wings, a structure like a bat wing film, so that these blood clans are really like a huge bat.

With the instinct in their blood, they used the flying wing suit made of this high-strength material to cut the wave like the side of a surfboard, cut the wind wall, and flew to the place in the dark along the guidance of Chen Ang's spear of judgment.

Chen ang closed his eyes, with the help of his mana and a trace of connection with the huge storm, through the dozens of desertification mummies mixed in the storm, brought the movement of each trace of wind force of the huge storm into his own calculation, and built a detailed and specific motion model through his brain's precise calculation.

The desertification mummy wrapped around the spear of judgment is like a Sasso. Under the control of Chen ang, it adjusts the direction, maintains a distance of more than ten meters ahead of the blood clan, and demonstrates the trajectory of movement for them.

Those black blood clans, like a huge bat, shuttle in the tornado. Like a school of fish, they speed up the shuttle with the help of the violent wind and rush down in an unknown direction.

These blood clans have reached an amazing high speed. Their bodies have almost broken through the sound barrier, passing through countless chaotic yellow sand streams like madmen, interspersed among these countless turbulent streams, and they are able to do it with ease. However, these blood clans still maintain a trace of the elegance and calmness of the night aristocracy under the dangerous situation of being torn to pieces.

A blood clan's wing suit in the right rear was slightly disordered, and was quickly involved in the turbulence. Like a clumsy bat, it was rolled up by the turbulence. Countless sharp sand streams and coarse gravel tore his body like a violent blade. The blood clan screamed and was torn to pieces by the wind.

And more blood families passed him without stopping, still remained indifferent, and jumped in the direction of the spear of judgment.

The spear of judgment finally shot out the most terrible distance of the wind, but under Chen Ang's precise calculation, it still kept pushing with the help of air flow. Its own terrible speed not only didn't slow down, but also accelerated to a terrible degree

At this time, huazi, a member of the ghost cutting team, finally calculated the coordinates given by the LORD God at 30 minutes. She couldn't hide her fear and said, "Captain Chiwei, the coordinates given by the LORD God for Kyushu team are in the center of the tornado! They..."

Before she finished her words, in the extremely frightened eyes of red tail, her body was hit by a powerful force and flew up. The blood mist appeared in the wound in front of her chest, as if there was a golden light, tearing the wind king's boundary and passing through her chest. The powerful force shook the blood thrown by her into a blood mist

Only the red tail captain who strengthened the wheel eye could see that it was a golden spear, like a crossbow and arrow, tearing open the chest of huazi, and plunged into the gravel under them with the blood of his sweetheart.

"No! Huazi!" Chiwei wailed in despair.