Inside The Black Mist Chapter 1287: Show off
No! No!
When she was forcibly pulled into the alley, Tang Nisha immediately remembered the terrible incident that happened in the fortress recently, and her sleeping daughter's face flashed in her mind.
She didn't dare to imagine, if she died, what would her daughter do to survive?
Donisa wanted to struggle, but because of the lack of oxygen, her consciousness was becoming blurred; because of the lack of oxygen, she had no strength at all.
Right now, Donisa has only one thought.
Breathe!
She could feel a fishy smell spraying on her face, and she vaguely saw a man with a hood approaching her. But unlike those men in the bar who smelled of alcohol and approached him, although this man was also looking at him, he was not looking at his body. No, this man also looked at his body, but he was more like looking at him Choose your food the way Donisa herself always does when she goes to the store to buy food.
Food.
Yes!
In the eyes of that man, he is food!
In the alley, a barefooted man wearing a black cloak and hood pulled Tang Nisha by the neck, pulling her to his side. The man in the hood slowly opened his mouth, and the saliva in his mouth was pulled into a thread, and sharp teeth emerged one after another from behind his upper and lower lips.
He approached Tang Nisha, wanting to bite off the woman's neck, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of the warm flesh sliding into the esophagus, but at this moment, a circle of dim lights suddenly lit up around his neck.
The man was stunned for a moment, his pupils quickly shrank a little, he raised his head suddenly, looked up at the sky, then threw Tang Nisha away like garbage, and quickly climbed up from the outer wall of a small building using both hands and feet , arrived at the rooftop in a blink of an eye, and disappeared on the roof.
Donisa fell to the ground, coughing violently, until tears flowed out.
After she took a breath, she got up and said hoarsely, "Help..."
"Help!"
Soon, the woman's shrill cry for help resounded on the street.
Hoo——
On the roof of the building, a gust of wind blew violently, blowing off the hood on the man's head, revealing an unrecognizable face.
He seemed to be sensing something, and soon realized something, and rushed forward, blasting a circle of air waves on the roof.
But when he passed by, the energy was contained nearby without overflowing, and the energy gradually dissipated after he went away. The super strong will not know his existence.
He was jumping between buildings, the wind slammed into his face, and pressed his cloak tightly to his body, like a ghost, he quickly came to the fortress edge area.
The figure of the man flashed, came to the wall, and swam up silently like a gecko. Finally, he climbed out of the city wall and landed on the desert outside the Castle of War God.
After he recognized the direction for a while, he moved at a high speed. Every time he took a step, he always concentrated the energy on his feet and then erupted, which was converted into a huge power, pushing him like a phantom on the desert. moving.
He 'ran' out of a cloud of dust on the desert. After a while, his pupils kept changing, switching to different colors. When his pupils turned deep red, he saw , Youdao's small figure floated in mid-air.
The man's pupils immediately shrank to the size of a grain of rice, and he let out a long and suppressed howl in his mouth. The howling sound was full of excitement and excitement, and mixed with a little bit of joy.
It was as if he had been looking for something for many days, and now he finally found something. The energy he gathered and erupted increased to a higher level, and the speed increased again, and he quickly approached a sand dune.
In his eyes, the figure became more and more clear. It was a seven or eight-year-old human girl. She was floating in the air, and her hair was scattered in the air. Guanghua, rhythmic movement.
The man made a strange, short voice, like some kind of language, but it was definitely not the language of any continent, let alone the lingua franca between continents.
Just when the man's attention was attracted to the girl in mid-air, he suddenly caught an imperceptible voice in his ears.
"Secret Sword...One Style...Rainstorm Pear Blossom!"
Suddenly, he sensed an unusual energy reaction on the top of his head. The man's speed was non-stop, his head looked at the sky from a strange angle, and he saw that above the night sky, at some time, there were warm and bright lights all over the sky. Jian Guang.
At this moment, sword lights hung upside down, pointing at the ground, suddenly a sword fell like a rainbow, nailing the man on the head fiercely.
The sword moved, and the other sword lights rushed forward and followed, coming through the air, like a heavy rain suddenly falling in the night sky.
Facing the rain of swords above his head, the man stopped, and raised his palms, the yellow sand on the ground was suddenly driven, protruding out 'tentacles', spinning endlessly above the man's head, forming a yellow vortex.
Thousands of sword lights shot from the sky, hit the yellow sand vortex, and were deflected by the invisible but huge torsion ejection, and then collapsed, exploding a mass of silver-white flames.
The rain of swords kept falling, and the silvery-white fireballs on the ground undulated, exploding again and again, filling the air with yellow sand, forming a misty cloud of smoke.
From the gray smoke and dust, a figure suddenly came out, and it kept going. It still rushed towards the sand dunes in the distance, and rushed towards the girl who had already fallen to the ground.
"Secret sword... four style... shines on the guts!"
Suddenly there was a soul-stirring low whistling between the heavens and the earth, and I saw Ye Tianjian adjusted his white clothes and swiped down, and the green sword in his hand turned into a hazy green like smoke, which looked soft and seemed to have no point of strength , but it is a sense of arrogance and grandeur.
The white robe dragged Qingxia across the night sky and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
A circle of shock waves spread instantly, and then the green smoke billowed, and the brilliance in it shone like clouds steaming.
The yellow sand all around was shaken up and disturbed, and the hustle and bustle suddenly overflowed.
In the sand and dust, someone bumped out, and the cloak on the man's body was only a piece of rotten cloth, which barely covered his private parts. And it was covered in blood, and one arm went to nowhere.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the hustle and bustle, and someone walked out, with the big sleeves fluttering in white clothes.
This man was about forty years old, with a pale, beardless face and a majestic appearance. He was silently removing the other sword behind his back.
When the purple long sword came to his hand, the lightning flashed suddenly, and from time to time, small arcs were ejected, crackling.
The flesh and blood at the wound of the man with the broken arm squirmed wildly, and suddenly an arm protruded from it, and the regeneration was completed in an instant.
He raised his hands, the ground shook, and strips of sand rose from the ground. The sand was continuously shrunk and solidified under the restraint of an invisible force field, turning into yellow spears.
The man whose arm had been regenerated pushed forward with both hands, and those spears immediately pulled out yellow shadows, and shot towards the middle-aged man opposite.
The middle-aged man sneered, and the purple and blue swords intertwined a dense light and shadow, smashing the sand spears that were thrown, and pressing towards the opponent at the same time.
When the last sand spear was crushed, the figure of the middle-aged man suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the opponent.
This movement like shrinking the ground into an inch made the opponent unable to react in time. The middle-aged man fluttered his sleeves, the green sword swept across, and the purple sword slashed vertically. Two sword lights, one blue and one purple, met on the opponent, forming a 'Cross'.
"Secret Sword...Seven Style...Cross Star!"
The middle-aged man calmly put away his sword and walked forward leisurely.
Behind him, the two sword lights, one blue and one purple, suddenly grew stronger, forming a bright star, almost lighting up the night.
After the light faded away, the man lay on the ground, his body was cut into several pieces, and those cut surfaces were either filled with greenness or purple electric light.
But even so, the man didn't seem to be dead yet, the eyes of the split head were still looking at the top of the dune, at the girl who had been protected by several figures.
The white robe that had already stepped onto the sand dune, the long robe with a pair of big sleeves was bursting into little silver light, and then left.
The middle-aged man had a slight smile on his face, his calm demeanor and strong demeanor were fully revealed.
At this time, someone on the sand dune said lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Wang."
The man who is the 'Justice' Wang Lingjun immediately put on a humble face: "It's outrageous to say that, Mr. Tianyang, this is just Wang's job."
Speaking, Wang Lingjun glanced at a tall red figure not far away, and his eyes were quite smug.
At this time, Tian Yang asked: "Mr. Wang's secret sword is really unique, but why do you have to report the name of the secret sword every time you use the sword, could it increase the power of the sword? ?”
Wang Lingjun blushed suddenly, the reason why he reported the name of the secret sword was just to make himself look more majestic and show off.
Of course he knew that Tian Yang said that on purpose, so he couldn't help guessing that the young city lord probably didn't like his showing off like that.
Well, this has to be remembered!
After Tianyang finished speaking, he did not wait for Wang Lingjun to respond. He turned around to look at Xitong, and said with a smile, "It's all right."
Today he noticed that someone seemed to be looking for Xitong, so he decided to take the initiative.
So he took Xitong out of the city and asked her to use her ability. Tianyang guessed that the 'thing' that was looking for Xitong should be able to sense her power, otherwise how could he be sure that Xitong was there? In the Castle of War God?
Sure enough, when Xitong used her ability, she drew people out.
Wang Lingjun did not live up to his expectations, and killed the opponent with ease. Apart from showing off a little, this "just man" still has some strength.
However, the broken hand of the man just now was reborn in an instant. Such an ability reminded Tianyang of something.
God!
Just as he was about to recover those body fragments and take them back for research, Tianyang suddenly discovered that something was wrong with Xitong.
She seems to be restraining something, holding her head in her hands, her body trembling slightly...