Demon’s Diary

It is said that there was a time when there was an irrevocable situation in which we lost so much energy, so many people, and finally the elders of the time risked their lives to start some sort of magic that kept the tribe alive. Otherwise, whether or not Sherman City still exists is a matter of two words. ”Saatcher spoke of this, and suddenly a faint sorrow appeared in his eyes.

When Liu Ming heard about it, he revealed a thoughtful look.

At this point, the roar of “Ow” under the city came again, and the dust and sand caused by the burst of the sand gun gradually dissipated, revealing the shape of only a sandjacket.

More than half of these jackals are intact, half have different degrees of scars from bursts, and heal quickly after a burst of sand rolls over them.

Liu Ming unleashed a sweep of consciousness and found that none of the others had suffered major injuries except that dozens of spiritual monks had been hit by sand guns and the breath had completely disappeared.

At this time, the dense and numb sandjacket has advanced to several lengths away from the city wall, suddenly the front foot sand and dust rolled up, one by one, the front paw another illusioned, turned into a sharp paw hook with a long ruler, and easily plunged into the sandwall on the city wall, and rushed straight into the city head.

“Follow me to the top, guard the walls, do not let them rush up!” Above the walls of the city, a middle-aged man in a black sand coat with a black sand knife shouted loudly at his fellow countrymen behind him.

“Kill, kill... Kill!” Even though the Sha people were nervous, in the face of the scene, they were all brushed and roared.

When they read the spell, the same large piece of black sand gathered out of their bodies. A moment later, they held all kinds of sharp edges condensed by the sand with one hand, while the other raised a black sand shield, half tall, and greeted them.

At a time of turmoil in the city, the Sha people and these sand jackals fought together.

For these jackals, only close proximity can cause the greatest damage to them, so once they climb the walls, the Sands naturally abandon all long-range spell attacks.

The other part of the Sha people, still congregated into a handle sand gun, kept throwing it downwards, preventing too many sand jackals from climbing the city wall.

“Brother Liu, be careful.” After Sha Chuer flew quickly to Yao Ming, he also rushed into several sand jackals on the city wall, killing them.

In an instant, the roar collided with each other, and the Sha people and the Sha Yak were joined by short soldiers.

Liu Mingxin suddenly turned, not hurried to do it, but turned a blind eye and swept away to several nearby battle squadrons.

But on the walls of the city, three or four lengths away, a Sha man with a black sand sword was wrestling with three coagulation periods of sand jackals.

Seeing the man's face thickened, his hands constantly changing the pinch, his body suddenly hallucinated a flying sand, directly into the sand accumulated city wall, and when he reappeared, the ghost appeared within the bounds of one of the sand swords, the sand sword in his hand trembled lightly, and turned into a layer of sword towards the sand razor.

Despite dodging a few swords, a sandjacket was stuck in the heart by a sword and twitched several times on the ground before moving.

At this time, the other two sandjackets had already sandwiched the man in the middle one after the other, shouting at the same time, twitching with a glint of light on his claws, while pounding at the sand man.

The Sha man had just passed a blow and seemed to have consumed a lot of magic, some panting. In this situation, he had to lean forward and raise the black sand shield on his left hand to resist.

“chi chi" sound!

The black sand shield blocked the front of the sand jacket and grabbed it, with four deep paw marks on the shield surface, even if it broke apart.

Just as the sand jackal in the rear was about to fall, a black blade flashed not far away, turning only the sand jacket into two and dissipating with the wind of a bunch of gravel.

At the same time, Liu Ming's familiar figure flashed up against the sand jacket in front of the Sha man.

The shooter was Tula, who led Liu Ming into the city that day.

“Graphite, you retire first, I'll take care of this.” Tula fought the sand jackal in front of him, holding his fists with both hands, as he quickly said to the previous sand man.

The Sha men heard that, after a little head, they jumped off the walls without hesitation and retreated to the crowd near the walls, sitting on their knees.

There was a ray of black energy visible to the naked eye, and the sand and dust slowly rose from his feet and gradually penetrated into his body.

At this point, another sandjacket is rushing up the city's head and rushing from the other side toward Tula.

Toula threw the shield out of his hand and flew quickly back and forth, retreating several steps in a row.

“Bang," the black shield was just a simple resistance and then torn to shreds by a pair of sharp front claws.

At this time, only after Tula took a heavy breath, bent his elbow, his right foot suddenly stamped down, the sand beneath his feet slightly trembled, under a roll of sand, once again in his hand illusory a black sand blade of two or three lengths.

Toula waved the blade to welcome it up again.

When Liu Ming saw this place, his heart suddenly felt a little...

He speculated that every time the Sha people used the sand blade mystery, it consumed a lot of magic, so they had to retreat to take a breath and draw some more energy from the underground before releasing the sand blade again or rushing up to confront the enemy.

“Brother, watch your back!” There was a sudden shout from another squad in the city.

Liu Ming immediately looked to his side and saw only a third demon of a sand jackal, spraying a glittering green light column, striking over the right arm of a sand man.

Suddenly, where the man's right arm surface was hit, a grey stone flower blossomed and the whole arm petrified motionlessly and spread rapidly.

“Cut off your arms!” Once again, the reminder shouted hastily.

At this time, the man with the art of petrification flashed a little hesitation, but snapped his teeth and hurriedly waved the left hand sand sword to chop off his right arm.

“Bang” sound, dotted grey Mars splash, sand sword slightly shuddered to the ground, after petrification, right arm just cut out a deep visible bone gap, implicitly visible inside gray rock crystal.

At this moment, most of his right arm has been turned into gray stone, which he sees spreading towards his shoulder.

Remind his tall Sha man that he had just wanted to go to the rescue but was blocked by another sand jackal that suddenly jumped out of his way.

After Liu Ming sighed and breathed a long breath, a one-handed sword finger, a golden brilliant sword “shouted” the laser, and flashed out from the side of the child, sliding his right arm together.

“Pfft" softly!

The grey stone arm should fall to the ground and smash, and the man instantly sweats his head, but still can't help but throw a hint of gratitude at Liu Ming.

Yet Liu Ming failed to respond to the man's gratitude. Instead, his hand was decisively changed. After a circle in the sky, the golden sword instantly changed direction and lasered towards the sand jackal that was spraying the green light column.

“Bang," the golden sword flew, instantly the hole penetrated the head of the sand jackal.

Sha Yao roared and immediately broke apart into a cluster of yellow sand.

At this time, the tall man also used thunderous means to destroy the sandjacket in front of him and flew to the place. After reading a magic trick of Xuan Ao in his mouth, he was covered in sand and dust, protecting the injured man from pushing Liu Ming around.

“I just thanked my brother for his help, and if his heart was petrified for another hour and a half at night, even breaking his arm would not help.” The wounded man, though pale in face, said a quick word of gratitude.

“Nothing, it's just a show of hands. It's a healing pill, hope to alleviate the injury of this Taoist friend!” Liu Ming took a green Dan pill from the memorial and threw it at each other.

“Thanks Brother Tai!” The wounded men rejoiced, and did not refuse, and rushed to feed the medicine to the wounded men.

The tall man next to him also gave a thankful expression to Yanagi.

After all, with oasis and this desperate resource scarcity, even the most common healing pills are very rare for the Sha people.

Liu Ming waved his hand slightly, then looked around and saw the increasing number of sand beasts, and instantly the fine light flashed in his eyes, single-pointedly, the golden swordlight flew up, rolling towards the nearby sand beast.

He is not of the Sha ethnic group, but in such circumstances, how could he really ignore it, otherwise it would be equally dangerous once the city breaks down.

Although Liu Ming said that the body's powers were suppressed in the condensation state, with the strength of the transverse flesh and this mouth of Yuanling flying sword, even killing the presence of the crystal is easy to do things, how can you really be afraid of these sand jackals.

Seeing the sword in his hand swinging continuously, a golden rainbow staggered across the city head, the passage was cold, but in a few moments, more than a dozen sand jackals were cut off by the sword light.

“Good! This brother's flying sword is really sharp, don't lose to this little brother, kill me all!” One of the Crystalline Sha tribe's big men, who was in charge of the command, saw this, then shouted loudly, then waved his arm, and the sand in his hand also turned into a roll of long black light, knocking out several nearby sand jackals.

Suddenly, the whole Sha clan rose in popularity, shouting and murdering.

At this time, Sathur had also wiped out several sandjackets around him. One sandpiper came to Liu Ming's side and smiled flashly at him. He also flew downtown to safety and recovered what he had done on his knees.

At this time, however, Liu Ming's heart was greatly depressed.

Although he relied on a much more human and pure magic power in his body, for a moment and a half, he did not have to worry about the power consumption, but Yuan Ling Feifei was also suppressed in the creeps, showing less than a third of his power.

Even more distressing to Liu Ming is that Yuan Ling Feifei Sword cannot be too far away from the body today, only more than ten long range, once the distance is exceeded, the connection with the Feifei will be greatly weakened, resulting in the inability to manipulate Yuyi.

His eyes swept down the front of the city, followed by the sandjacket that kept jumping up the city head. When his heart flashed with a single hand, the golden Yuan Ling flying sword hovered and flew back to his side.

After Liu Mingten's wheel-like connections, the body's Fallions are constantly injected into the golden flying sword in front of it.

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