Chapter 14 The First Rain at Critical
Chapter 14 Critical First Rain
There were no clouds in the critical sky, only a gray sky, where the twelve stars slide slowly but clearly. But at this moment, due to the flames of Wanmu City, it gathered into an ink cloud, and the area enveloped the whole Wanmu City, covering all the twelve stars in the sky. To put it in the words of the earth: there is no sun.
Su Yong was under the dark sky, pulling his purple hands in the boundless smoke, and fled out like dragonflies flying in the storm. The big and small branches behind them were jumping fireworks.
However, the area of Wanmu City is too large. They have just reached the periphery, and countless branches that have not yet been on fire have been full of dead leaf people. A blue light shield as big as a parachute appeared in front of them. It was an attack array of countless blue spikes, which was the result of all the dead leaf people in front of them chanting spells at the same time.
Su Yong fled for a long time at this moment and felt a little tired. Seeing the boundless spikes roaring and beating at the corners of his eyebrows, he couldn't help looking up to the sky and roar. The internal force of his whole body soared sharply again, and then rushed to his right hand like mercury, making his whole arm swollen and two points bigger. The blood knife turned around the palm of his hand, and a windmill formed by purple light was formed in an instant.
The windmill jumped three meters in front of them at a different angle. Under the pat of a pair of jade palms in purple, it shone with the faint sound of wind and thunder and hit the huge blue light shield.
The collision sound of "rumbling" resounded across the earth, like a thunder in the night, which made the whole world bright, and Wanmu City appeared at this moment. The bombarded purple blue light is like the largest fireworks at the end of the century, which instantly filled this forest space. The boundless light rain breaks and explodes at the same time, either horizontally or vertically or obliquely or twisted around like an arrow, destroying everything touched.
Before the appearance of two 500-meter-wide arc halo oscillation waves, the leaf wood chips flying in the air had been shot out like a laser.
Before the dead leaf people standing nearby could hide in the tree hole, they were shaken away by this powerful shock wave and turned into a blood mist between the broken branches.
Although Su Yong, who was wearing copper brown armor, was not injured, he was shocked by this strong air wave, and his body turned back, and he almost even took off the purple clothes in his arms and flew out.
He took nearly a thousand meters back to stabilize his body. When his back hit a branch seven or eight meters thick, he finally couldn't help spitting out blood, covered with purple clothes.
"What's wrong with you?" The purple clothes rushed out of his arms and hugged his arms.
"I'm fine." Su Yong took a breath and suddenly pulled off the copper and brown armor with his left hand: "Put it on."
The purple clothes were to be pushed, but when he saw the flames burning in his eyes, he did not dare to violate it after all and obediently put on the armor.
They didn't expect Wanmu City to be so difficult to mess with. The sword god in white said that they had few enemies on the mainland of Ningyun and Lan. Unexpectedly, there was one here.
It can also be seen from here that no matter how powerful the cultivation of one or two people is, it is still very difficult to fight against a whole city.
In a meditation between the two, Su Yong suddenly frowned and snorted in his throat. The blood knife had been reversed, cutting into the trunk behind him with a sharp grinding sound, bringing out a warm and smoking blood.
A dead leaf man who came to attack was cut in half by Su Yong. When Su Yong took him out of the tree hole with his left hand, he only dragged out his upper body with a ferocious smile on his face.
Ziyi looked at Su Yong's teeth full of blood clenched on his chin, and couldn't help snorting angrily, "What kind of hero do you want?" Turn around quickly."
Su Yong's buttocks were inserted with a sharp thorn with blue light. The thorn had been dyed red by blood. During Su Yong's trembling, blood drops fell like rain.
"Hear with it." Ziyi said with a cold face, and then pinched the tender meat on his buttocks with his left hand, and held the sharp thorns in his right hand and pulled it out.
Blood shoots a small arc in the air and sprays on the trunk behind it, which is bright and eye-catching.
Su Yong let out a scream.
"Wow... It's so cool."
The purple coat tore off his sleeves and tied the wound, and couldn't help patging it gently there.
"It's still weird, you're a dead hooligan."
And at this moment, on the countless bare tree trunks with burn marks beside them, those dead leaf people are approaching one by one, and there are hundreds of them. The leading one was the prophet they had seen before.
"If you want to die happily, I will kill myself." Several mice on the prophet's sharp chin trembled and waved behind him: "They are injured. Let's go together and catch them alive."
"Haha." Su Yong didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. Every muscle shaking on his face would affect the wound on his buttocks. The wound was crisp, numb and painful, which made his smile look extremely heartbreaking.
When the group of dead leaf people rushed from each tree trunk like ants, he stabbed his backhand and slapped the huge trunk behind him horizontally, and then the fluctuating thoughts came out, and the whole trunk trembled violently.
Hundreds of dead leaf people rushing forward jumped on the branches for a long time. They fell down dizzy and fell into the dark ashes of fireworks jumping from time to time.
"I want to know what grade you are?" Su Yong stood up with a knife and looked coldly at the prophet whose muscles were transparent but his face suddenly changed.
"Three points of the shadow." The prophet replied in an unconscious trembling voice under his cold eyes.
Su Yong shook his head: "You should wear protective clothing." The dead leaf people came to this critical point with many sharp ears, but they didn't learn the habit here. I don't know if they were too confident in themselves or why.
"Why...why?" The prophet watched him come slowly step by step and unconsciously retreated. At this time, he was the only one left on the surrounding branches.
Su Yong frowned and looked at him: "Don't you know?" The prophet shook his head blankly.
"Because you are so ugly." After Su Yong finished speaking, the shadow of the blood knife flashed, like mercury falling into the air, piercing the void, with a shrill and drawing a three-meter-thick white airflow between their distance.
There is a blood moon hidden in the airflow.
The prophet pressed his palm on the trunk, and a huge light shield appeared in front of him again, which was a protective skill of the shadow magician. In the hands of him, a master with three points of residual shadow, the power is the same.
However, the blood moon in the airflow hit the light shield, and there was not much shock or sound. It was just a twist in the whole space, and the light shield had slowly dissipated like smoke in the continuous distortion and fluctuation.
The purple light of the blood moon does not decrease, and it suddenly accelerates after passing through the light shield. At this time, it makes a harsh roar.
After an extremely dazzling flash, the purple light dissipated. But the prophet has become countless blood bars hanging on the trunk. Hair, skin flesh, bones, inch by inch sticking to the trunk, with smelly blood.
The withered leaf man with three points of residual shadow is still much worse than Su Yong, who is equivalent to the top of the phantom here.
If it hadn't been for the fact that they didn't understand the environment and magic here before, this prophet would have died faster.
At this time, the prophets who rushed to other territories also arrived, but looking at the incredible knife, they shrank their bodies back into the tree hole and sneaked silently. Ants are still greedy, not to mention human beings?
Su Yong took the purple hand and walked out step by step along the trunk in the frightened eyes of the dead leaves. No one dared to stop them.
"I understand why you are hostile to outsiders." Su Yong walked to the end of the backbone, looked back at Wanmu City, looked at the swaying figures in the countless tree holes, and shouted, "After you came to the critical point, you were forced by the most powerful race here to Wanmu City, which is the closest to the blood crow in the western region, and became the last line of defense between the eastern and western districts. It is inevitable that you will have resentful.
But don't forget that you are also human beings. You are powerful and wise. Why don't you be cruel to the enemy and target your compatriots?
His voice passed through countless branches, shaking in front of each tree hole, raising countless gray ashes.
"But it's not fair." A voice came down from the top of a high tree.
"I know it's unfair," Su Yong did not look up at the top of the tree, but said coldly, "The world is inherently unfair. I have read the general history of the mainland. Over the years, you have been expanding to the East District, but you dare not take a step into the West District. Do you know that the pointed ears can now own the territory of the East Side because they defeated the blood crow and snatched it from the blood crow? They deserve that place.
Now this place is given to you for free. If you are not satisfied, you can go to the West District. The territory of the West District is not much smaller than that of the East District. But why do you forget to target your own people?
"Why should we face that group of blood crows?"
"Because you are also human beings." After saying that, Su Yong took the purple hand and strode in the direction of the West District.
"They walked to Fuhu Mountain." After a long time, all the dead leaves in Wanmu City made a sound in shock.
At this moment, there was a sudden roar over the sky full of black smoke, and the orange thunderstorm brushed the top of Wanmu City, blowing on the hustle and bustle of the ground, bringing the first rain of the critical moment.
The cool rain fell on countless charred branches, completely extinguishing the last point of Mars.
PS: I just came back, and there is another chapter. I'm depressed to find that I'm not suitable for writing hot blood, hey.