The Godsfall Chronicles

Old alcoholics don't have a little mastery style, this skinny body is also a dirty outfit, the temperament is dirty and dirty, let alone has lost one leg, how can such a person make people feel unscrupulous?

Five men only want to capture the wounded purple diamond to threaten the appearance of the eagle.

This bad old man in the way?

Then go to hell!

Who expected the old drunk to take the lead, seemed slow, took two steps slowly, but just two steps of kung fu, actually crossed more than ten meters in a flash, appeared in front of one of them, he mentioned the iron crutch in a slight light, was slightly pointing at each other's chest, this person's forward momentum completely disappeared, and he was not knocked back and flew away, but he fell straight to the ground, from him a similar sound of glass falling and smashing.

Bones were smashed all over the chest.

A man waving his battle axe like an old drunk.

The old drunk seemed to stand unstable and twisted his body, and he just sliced away from the axe. He smiled at each other and exposed himself to the wilderness. A wand hit each other casually. The same man didn't even hum and fell straight on the ground.

“Stop us from dying! ”

None of the others saw the old man's strength.

A man held a speedy crossbow from a divine domain not knowing what channel he smuggled out. He fired a dozen tiny crossbows in one breath. As a result, the old drunk seemed to twist and flush away, opening almost all the attacks. Sometimes an arrow landed on him, and he did not appear to resist. He saw his body tremble with a certain frequency, because when the arrow hit him, he was immediately dissolved by some force and bounced off, and even his clothes were not shot through.

Number three.

Fourth.

Fifth.

The shadow of the old drunk shook continuously, and when he returned to his original position, all five had fallen to the ground.

They were not blown away, their appearance was undamaged, they were just tapped gently, they all fell to the ground, they ran out of the brain marrow from their ears, or large areas of bone were shattered, and their organs were bombarded into pieces of flesh.

Seems slow, fast, lightweight, understated, easy to put away.

The old man's control over power, the fire is pure and green, he can strike the target with skill, make the attack seem insignificant but powerful, all the power works in the place where it works, even if no force is wasted, so terrible skill and strength, this person is definitely not generalized.

When the old drunk had finished, he wiped a sweat and shook his head and sighed, “Old, old, really old. ”

Ziling is already staring.

Who the hell is this weirdo?

The battle of cloudhawks has also been glued up, wildlings are uneven, some of them have general strength, some of them are not inferior to blushing ghosts, even a few of them may still be on blushing ghosts. At first, just because they did not react, they were overwhelmed by cloudhawks. When they gradually adapted to the way cloudhawks fight, the fighting between the two sides began to stall.

Cloudhawk stealth attacks are no longer so easy to reach.

But cloudhawks can only stare dry if they want to hide.

A man with a double axe roared: "Divine Dog, come out! ”

“What kind of man hides his tail? Doesn't your mother bring you a handkerchief? ”

“If you have the guts to get out of the hall, I'm going to cut you to pieces. Let's drink tonight! ”

These guys jump straight on their feet, and the cloudhawk thinks this is not the way to go. He doesn't have much strength left. It's impossible to fight so many people at the same time, so a way must be found.

“I make one more move, who can't stop me from falling back, and even if I lose this battle, I give up going to Swallow Fish City. ”

The cloud eagle's voice fluttered as if it had flown out of the void. The wildlings were stunned when they heard it. They had also realized that the power of this divine hunter was much stronger than that of the woman. Although there were enough people standing to win, these wildlings were both unscrupulous to each other, and it was difficult for them to really cooperate sincerely, so the best result was nothing more than two defeats.

Why do you have to die so I can live?

What if this kid is willing to give up his eligibility to go to Swallow Fish City and give him another move?

As you can see, the young hunter's attacks are getting weaker and weaker, his power is about to run out, and now he's just bluffing.

Old drunkards can't help laughing when they see a cloud hawk saying, “Push everyone back? This kid is a real brag! ”

Ziling stood up tough and his eyes glistened: “No, I'm sure he can do it, he's never disappointed. ”

The old drunk rolled his eyes and even if the high-ranking hunter was here, he wouldn't dare to release this kind of rhetoric. Could this boy consider himself a master hunter? That's ridiculous. There's a limit to bluffing. See how he gets off the stage later.

The cloud eagle emerged little by little: “I only have one request, nobody interrupts me! ”

Everyone saw a cloud hawk appear.

They face each other.

One or two of them, stupidly trying to attack while the eagle was present, were stopped by their companions.

“No problem!” cried a black man with a double axe, "I hope you gods keep your word! ”

The eagle takes a deep breath, slowly squatting down, hands on the ground, surrounded by sand beating, an invisible force and will, and is having some resonance with them.

The wildlings were surprised to find that a lot of sand and dust hoisted around each other, more than 10 meters in diameter, like a giant curtain. This hunter did have the ability to control the sand, so he was going to push people back with this sand? How can a small sandstorm drive everyone back in one breath?

The old drunk is also interested to see what the hell is going on with this guy, he can clearly see that his power is draining rapidly, all he can do is control about 10 meters of sand dust takeoff, what is the scale of this!

“Hey, is it windy? ”

Everyone feels that the tide of the airflow has become impatient.

Sand and dust began to spin in the middle of the sky.

It's turning into a salon roll.

This salon roll continues to suck up sand and dust within 10 meters, eventually reaching a diameter of three or four meters, and is more than 10 meters tall. Although it is still so weak, this attack is frightening and acceptable. In fact, it does not contain much power. In any case, it cannot push everyone back.

The cloudhawk feels a strong dizziness, which is the limit he can achieve. If the cloudhawk's power alone, I'm afraid he won't be able to defeat them in his dreams, but the cloudhawk still has an ace that isn't available at a critical moment, which is this monstrous stone hanging from his chest.

The monster emits light.

A flourishing force replenished it.

Dozens of meters of sand and dust, while losing weight to the sky, like a raging rage, all replenished to the salon roll, this salon roll is only a few meters in diameter, it is hard to grow to more than a dozen meters in extreme time, and the scale is still rapidly increasing, it takes less than half a minute of kung fu, the super salon roll absorbs all the power, like the thousands of violet snakes screaming, this scene is not to be forgotten once in a lifetime!

Is this still a person?

How the hell did he do that?

The wilderness showed horror. During the start of the salon roll, a powerful pull car was created. The surrounding sand was affected. Countless fine sand blew into the sky, covering the day and swallowing heaven and earth was like a massive sandstorm coming.

“Oops! ”

“Coming! ”

“Run! Get out!”

No one knows exactly how a tornado of this magnitude can be achieved, except that the scale of the tornado and the sandstorms it brings is so astonishing that it can cover everyone and make them sheltered.

Besides, the hunter was already extremely cunning and good at diving. He is now hiding in the middle of the tornado to push the tornado forward. If he confronts him in such an environment, he will probably end up losing them.

I can't help it.

Retreat first.

After all, life is more important.

Even the fierce wildlings are frightened in the face of the havoc sweeping all the sand and dust. The sand and dust of this dead desert, especially dangerous and morbid, is caught in the tornado and unable to breathe. It is estimated that it will not last for a few minutes.

The tornado didn't stop.

Zheng Hao kept pushing forward.

Twenty people were forced to return to the earth wall.

The black monkey saw the dust storm coming toward the hotel, and his face didn't look very good. If the eagle manipulated the salon roll into the hotel, he would destroy the entire hotel and dress it up.

Sawagi saw such an amazing vibe that she also took a sip of cool air.

Ziling opened her eyes in amazement, shouting in spite of the injury: handsome.

The cloud eagle knocked back the wildlings and came out of the tornado. He trampled the sand in the wind, drifted from the sky, appeared in front of the old alcoholic, and the wind and sand were still wrapped around him, like the gods who dominated the desert.

“It's flashy and useless.” The attitude of the old drunk doesn't seem to have changed much, his appearance snorted: “Such a good monster treasure, you used it like this, it is a tyranny. ”

The old man's tone is too big.

But can you tell the story of the book of sand?

Looks like the old man is definitely from the Divine Domain!

The Book of Sand is indeed an important treasure of the Demon Nation, with considerable fame and prestige.

But the eagle knew very well that ordinary divine people, even ordinary hunters, had no access to the knowledge and hearing of this, so anyone who knew the existence of the Book of Sand had no discomfort with the fairly high status of the divine domain.

“When the old man had a good look and exploited a lot, I didn't take it out, you always knew what the magic trick was.” How much more consternation does a cloud hawk have for an old drunk: “Old man, have you seen this book before? Have you ever even dealt with this magic machine? ”

The old drunkard had a white-eyed look and didn't answer the cloud hawk.

“Anyway, thanks for protecting Purple Diamond. ”

“No thanks, go back and buy me a drink. ”

“Isn't that sand and fruit wine? Don't worry, enough! ”

The old drunk hummed: “Better make me happy, Swallow Fish City I have to go, if I fight for this in two days, I can spare you a small life. ”

Damn, you arrogant old bastard!

Ziling didn't expect the old drunk to see the cloud hawk just now, the wind of the god of crying ghosts, and still maintain this little attitude, so what kind of background does this old man have?