Pirate's Infinite Wings

boom!Just as Fang Lang and Klatil were brewing their aura to give each other a fatal blow, there was a huge collapse in the distance of the desert, accompanied by a roaring black tornado.

Sandstorm!Fang Lang’s pupils suddenly contracted. There are three terrible things in the desert. One is the ubiquitous quicksand vortex, and the other is the illusory mirage. But whether it’s the weird quicksand vortex or the mirage, it’s definitely inferior. The third one is terrible!

The third is the sandstorm!Disasters that have become destroyers!Even Fang Lang did not have absolute certainty to protect himself in this terrible storm, but the bloody light in Kradier's eyes not far away became more and more prosperous.

"I can't kill you anyway, then we'll die together!" Kradier's horrible face showed a crazy smile again, and he waited fiercely under his feet without hesitation, and the whole person immediately rushed again. Fang Lang.

Now, he only needs to hold Fang Lang's pace to leave!

"Damn it!" Fang Lang murmured inwardly, knowing that he couldn't hide, so the eternal dark and the day in his hands also burst out with an astonishing crimson light toward Klatil.

This sword is a sword of lore!

This time the two sides didn't have any reservations, both of them rushed towards each other with a lore, and the sword was even more unmatched.

boom!The collision between the two caused yellow sand to fill the sky, a black figure in the black wind snorted, and the upright body fell to the ground.

"It's a pity." Fang Lang looked at Heathcliff's figure and sighed. This was not because of his love for talent, but a pity for the blood-red long sword.

The moment Heathcliff fell, his appearance returned to normal, but the scarlet sword also shattered into countless pieces.

"But now the most important thing is to run away." Fang Lang watched the terrifying black tornado approaching, whispering in his mouth, and followed his feet quickly.

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Looking at the desolate surroundings, Fang Lang helped his forehead helplessly. After all, he still hadn't escaped the attack of the sandstorm, but he also survived with extraordinary skill.

"It's a pity this clothes..." Fang Lang said with a wry smile looking at his bare body. Except for the double swords and wristbands, his equipment was destroyed in the sandstorm.

After a short period of adaptation, Fang Lang reluctantly figured out where he was currently. His name was Kalam for the time being. The map could not be opened here, and the mailing list was also useless.

It can be said that Fang Lang has become a blind eye here, and he doesn't even know how to leave here.

"Forget it, the boat will naturally be straight at the end of the bridge. Take one step as one step." Fang Lang himself is not a pessimistic and negative person, so he didn't worry for too long.

Since it is an unknown place, it is necessary to understand clearly the needs of food and accommodation. Fang Lang immediately patted the dust on his body and walked into a nearby gloomy forest.

Flutter!One sword cut off a vine that wanted to attack him, and Fang Lang's brows couldn't help but frowned. He had been exploring for at least an hour now, but he hadn't seen any food.

Although he had prepared some things in his backpack, Fang Lang's appetite was obviously not able to sustain him for long, so food became a big problem at present.

"Is it really only possible to eat tree bark?" Fang Lang looked helplessly at the jungle of even a bug and complained, but currently there seems to be no other way besides eating tree bark.

In desperation, Fang Lang could only use his sword to pick up the soil under a big tree, then tore off a piece of bark and wiped it into his mouth.

"Yep!?"

The taste of the bark after the entrance is not as bitter as Fang Lang thought. On the contrary, the bark has a light fragrance.

The taste was also very chewy. It was hard to imagine that the bark would be so delicious. Fang Lang couldn't help tearing off a piece of bark and stuffing it into his mouth again.

After eating, Fang Lang tore off the bark again and put it in his backpack, keeping it for later use. Since the food is no longer a problem, all he needs is accommodation.

Compared with food, accommodation is much simpler. Yong An with a faint cold glow relentlessly slashed across the big tree next to it, and a burst of swords and swords flashed in the air quickly.

After a while, a pile of neatly arranged wood of the same size was placed in front of Fang Lang. The next thing to do is to build a house.

"It's half past five..."

Although the map and communication have been cut off, the time point on the system is still normal. Seeing that the time is almost night, the speed of construction should also speed up.

After all, this is an unknown place, who knows what terrible monsters will be hidden here, and if it is attacked by the night, it will not be worth the loss.

The sound of ping-pong-pong sounded in the silent forest. Fang Lang did not have a hammer, but he had other materials. At this time, he held a huge bone in his hand and slapped a thorn harder than an iron nail. .

The hard thorns were quickly shot into the wood by the bones, and the last step of building the house was also successful. Fang Lang glanced at the point in time and found that it was already 6:50, and he did not plan to enter the house immediately. Up.

Because of the peculiar nature of wood, the whole house does not have the smell of ordinary wood with a choking wood, on the contrary, there is a faint fragrance floating in the room.

"Yes, but it looks like something is missing as a residence." Fang Lang looked at Nuo Da's house thoughtfully, and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately following him, one and the same thing quickly appeared in his hand, including bone specimens for decoration, ancient weapons for souvenirs, and some simple household tools.

After all the arrangements were completed, he glanced at the scattered wood on the ground, and took out the bone and a thorn again, but within ten minutes, the bed was also available...