The Portal of Wonderland

Ishima looked at the scene in front of her and frowned slightly.

Not far from it, Zhao Xiao's face is also sinking.

After climbing out of the desert completely, these sandmen turned their vague faces and all jumped wildly towards Shi Mu and Zhao Yu.

Soon, more than a hundred sandmen rushed to the side of the stone pasture, all waving their hands, their feet rushing towards the stone pasture, quite momentous.

Shi Mu slipped his feet to the ground and flew out like electricity to one side, turning his hand over the stick and sweeping it across.

A golden arc swept out, like a sharp razor, from over a hundred sandmen.

pū pū pū pū

A string of voices sounded, and the sandmen broke into yellow sand and sprinkled it on the ground.

But the arc of light was undiminished, rushing straight out of hundreds of husbands, smashing into pieces as many sandmen as they could along the way, and clearing up a lot of empty space in front of them in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiao also rushed away from Shi Lian, and the long trite in his hand continued to wave the room, emitting a dazzling silver screen, protecting himself from the drip of water, while also smashing a large piece of close sand into pieces.

However, the sand and dust scattered around it, almost instantly on the ground, actually regrouped again, turned into a sandman, climbed out of the ground, and came around with the rest of the sandmen that came around, continuing to pounce towards the two of them separately.

Shortly afterwards, Shi Mu and Zhao Yu were more than a thousand feet apart, and under the siege of endless sand people around them, two surroundings were formed.

Shi Lian brows slightly wrinkle.

At this moment in Kung Fu, he had broken down more than a thousand sand people, yet the sand people beside him showed no sign of diminution, or even a sense of killing more.

At first thought, Ishima suddenly felt a tight ankle and looked down and saw a dark brown hand poking out of the desert, grabbing his ankle like an iron hoop.

That strength was not small. He lifted his feet and failed to lift them, but this level of grip naturally did not cause any damage to him.

Shi Lian also referred to as a knife, sweeping down an arc light, struck that hand into a piece of sand and dust, retreated, retreated towards one side, and the stick in his hand swept across in front of him, crushing hundreds of sandmen again.

He saw more and more Sandmen gathering, and his eyebrows became tighter.

At its toes, the whole human being becomes a stream of light, heading straight into the sky.

He then flipped his wrist and clutched the club with his hands, flushing it down and smashing it straight to the ground.

A loud rumbling sound struck the ground with a turning stick.

A circular arc of light revolved around the sky stick and swept away in all directions, wrapped in rolling sand and dust towards the surrounding area.

Within hundreds of feet of each other, a sandstorm rolled up, and countless sandsmen were caught up in it, breaking apart.

A moment later, the sandstorm gradually subsided and thousands of sandsmen were razed by the stone herd.

After doing all this, Ishima's face grew heavier without a hint of happiness.

It was only a moment before the desert calmed down and suddenly shook again, one drum bag re-emerged from the sand sea.

Soon, he was surrounded by another blurry sandman.

For him, these sand men are nothing, not even a single blow, but they seem to be able to emerge from the desert on a continuous basis and cannot be beaten.

Although after the advanced divine realm, he has been able to voluntarily provoke an attack with a flip stick, but as a spiritual treasure, each provocation consumes quite a bit. Now that he is in this strange area, he has not figured out the situation, he wastes his strength here for nothing, which is really a bit out of the picture.

So he flipped his wrist, put away his club, waved his fists, and rushed into the sand crowd.

……

After not knowing how long, Ishima looked at the dense and numb sandmen around her and couldn't help but laugh.

He could not remember how many sand people he had killed, but knew that he had rushed thousands of miles in one direction, and yet countless sand men were still attacking him with their eyes open.

Even if he didn't use any powers, relying only on his double fists against his enemies, he doesn't feel tired today.

Instead of being stretched out of strength, the endless sand and unchanged desert gave it a feeling of impotence.

In his heart he even began to wonder if this place was truly a five-line demon cave where legends could achieve Xuan Gong Nine turns key?

After all, the situation here is very different from what I thought it would be.

Between his thoughts, he waved his fists and broke up a wave of sand, and another group rushed up, giving him no chance to breathe.

“Boo-hoo" sounded.

Suddenly, he frowned.

From the beginning of his confrontation with the Sandman, he began to feel that the physical movement seemed a little heavy and that the movement was not as agile as it had been before.

Initially he blamed it on his physical and physical power consumption, and he didn't think much of it, but now he thinks a little bit, but that's not true.

Just now, after he punched the hundreds of sand men in front of him into pieces, he was slightly shaped.

This was impossible in the past, especially in the face of such low sand.

Shi Mu's eyes drooped and swept from her arms, shocking in her heart.

He suddenly noticed a slightly strange color on his hands, which looked a little like that of the Sandman, showing a dark brown color.

If you look closely, he's surprised to find that all these dark brown things are extremely fine dust.

It turns out that when he broke down those sand men earlier, some traceable sand and dust attached to him, making his body heavier and slower.

It was just that the change was too trivial and incremental, and his mind was focused on dealing with endless sand people without even noticing it.

It was not until this moment that there was a more obvious sense of gravity.

Shi Lian single-handedly pinched, silent words in his mouth.

A clear stream of water immediately poured out of his palm, running all over his arm, washing away all the fine sand and dust.

After the sand and dust cleared, Shi Mu felt quite relaxed.

At this time, the surrounding sandmen surfaced again.

Just after his fists and feet swept down the leaves with the autumn wind again, the sandman who would commit the crime swept away, suddenly felt his chest stuffy and his mouth spit out a bite of blood.

That blood color wasn't bright red, it was a little yellow, a little brown, weird.

The golden light flashes in Ishima's eyes, looking into the blood, and he finds that there is also a lot of fine sand and dust in it.

It was only in the battle that the sand and dust not only adhered to his body surface, but even breathed through his mouth and nose into his body.

Shi Lian did not dare to be lazy, the trick in his hand quickly strangled, the chest suddenly lit a green light.

A blue-blue phantom emerged from his chest, dividing the blue spiritual power from it and swimming along his limbs.

These blue spiritual forces swam through the stone pasture and then ran straight down his throat into the mouth.

Shi Mu gave a big mouthful of yellow blood and the feeling of dullness in her chest subsided.

After removing the sand and dust scattered in his body, the blues did not disappear, but the light grew brighter.

Shi Lian slightly flashed.

He thought there was no vegetation in the desert, and the wooden attribute had little spiritual power, but he didn't expect the wooden attribute here to have much spiritual power, except that all these spiritual powers were scattered in space, and if it wasn't for the wooden power that inspired the Nine Spins of Xuan Gong, it wouldn't be obvious how he felt.

Now attracted by this green ding, the green wood attribute spiritual power, from all sides of the automatic convergence.

There was only one blue spirit visible to the naked eye, coming out of the surrounding space, and pouring towards the side of the stone pasture, one after the other, into his body.

Ishima only felt a little comfortable around her, but the next moment suddenly found herself rushing toward hundreds of sand people who were being brushed over by a wooden attribute of spiritual power, and the speed of travel slowed down.

He moved in his heart, single-handed blue light flashed, fist gripping towards a sandman's head.

“Bang" sound.

The head of the sandman was shattered and his body broke apart, turning into scattered sand and falling on the ground.

This time, the sand landed darkened, sank in the desert, and was no longer turned into sand.

Shi Mu saw this, his eyes flashed.

These sand people are earthly attributes and can only be defeated with wood restraint.

He wanted to get through this passage, his eyes glistened, his hands suddenly squeezed in front of his chest, and his mouth sounded like a chanting voice.

There was a spiritual fluctuation in front of him, and a circle of green light appeared in front of him, from which a rich array of wooden properties of spiritual power emerged.

Shi Liangkou shouted in a low voice, his palms upwards and slapped him suddenly.

The circular green light curtain rushed straight into the clouds.

The cloud shook, and the green light curtain went into the cloud, turning the whole cloud green.

“Down!” Shi Liaoguchi sighed lightly.

In the green cloud, suddenly illuminated countless symbols, rolled up and down the rolling room, a green light came out of it and turned into a dense green rain, falling from the sky.

A blast of voices broke out and countless soot bursts immediately in the desert.

Numerous green light rainwires fell densely in the desert, passing through a sand man's body.

A series of “pounding" sounds sounded, and countless sandmen rushing towards the stone pasture first stagnated, then burst apart in two or three successive explosions, and turned into a dusty bunch of sand and dust to the ground, never to rise again.

Once Ishima changed the way she attacked, she attacked exclusively with wooden attribute spiritual power. Soon, she flattened a large area of sand people in the vicinity, and the desert color in the vicinity became darker and darker...

Half an hour later, the entire desert finally calmed down as the last wave of green rain fell from the sky, crushing the dozens of remaining sandmen.