The sandstorm gradually stopped and everything became calm. Although the front was filled with deserted sand and nothing could be seen clearly, there was no sense of crisis.
The Spiritual Clan disciples who repaired the formation suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Just when they relaxed their vigilance, the fragmented formation could no longer hold up. The cracks gradually connected together, and with a snap, the entire formation collapsed. , red and blue liquid energy spilled all over the floor.
"It's finally over. This time, thanks to the people of the Spiritual Tribe, you should immediately give them some Origin Stones as a thank you gift. They have helped us, so we can't be empty-handed." Qilong told Qi Liang as he walked away. .
Qiliang waved the folding fan slowly and hesitated: "Is this the case for you, or should you go in person? It feels a bit inappropriate for me to go, right?"
Qi Long nodded and laughed: "That's right, that's right. For such a big thing, I should go and thank you personally. I was negligent. I was negligent. Please hurry up and send someone to take care of the injured. I will bring the source right away." Go to the stone."
A ghost disciple said in horror: "Wind... wind... wind..."
Another Ghost Sect disciple pointed at the five strong winds sweeping ahead, his lips trembling and said: "Tornado! Tornado! The tornado is coming!"
One, two, three. . . . . . Gradually, noisy and noisy sounds sounded one after another, and they all had a sense of fear.
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Zi Yang stared at the five tornadoes lined up in a row, and felt the irresistible power from the opponent's momentum. He said solemnly: "It seems that there are some very powerful guys coming."
"It's not just as simple as being powerful, but a very dangerous person." Pei Yuan's tone was serious, and the objective evaluation he gave didn't seem like he was joking.
At this moment, Jia Juesheng and Lu Yu also sensed that the other party was not doing well. Just in case, the two of them started to set up formations.
Wow!
Five tornadoes carrying sand and gravel stopped moving, and billions of sand and gravel fell like a heavy rain. After the smoke and dust faded, five figures appeared.
Standing on the far left is a man wearing dark and tattered brown clothes with disheveled hair and a tattered cloak behind him.
Because his messy long hair obscured his face, the man's appearance could not be clearly seen.
Standing next to the man is a man holding a three-foot green sword in his right hand, with a long sword shining with purple light tilted to his side. He is dressed in gray and white, only giving people a side view, and has long hair hanging down his face. Can't fully see its face.
However, just from a profile view, it can be seen that his face is extremely cold, with no trace of emotion at all. He is like a "weird" who has lost his soul and only has a body left.
The man on the far right is dressed in blue and black attire. He holds a broad-bladed knife handle in his right hand and holds the blade behind his shoulder. The sharp broad-bladed knife also flashes with purple light.
He has a dark face and a crew cut. The only thing that catches the eye is his beard, which extends from his chin to his cheeks, which is extremely eye-catching.
Next to the man with the broad sword, there was a young man with a fair face and a luxurious white dress, with his arms crossed and a black coffin on his back.
The black hair on his temples hung down on his neck, slowly fluttering in the breeze, and the coffin behind him was much higher than himself.
The man standing among the five people is six feet tall, neither fat nor thin, but has a muscular body. He wears a light yellow half-sleeve on the upper body, and half pants with exposed knees on the lower body. The leg hair on the calf is very thick.
This man had sparse hair and a round face with cracks all over his face, like a broken earthen jar that had been put back together again. He looked very scary.
The five people's realms are equal, and they are all in the five realms of reincarnation, but the sense of oppression they feel is far higher than their own realms.
A disciple from the Spirit Clan said in panic: "That man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes... seems to be our Spirit Clan's Qiong Wenhuan, Senior Brother Qiong..."
Another Spirit Clan disciple was shocked and said: "Didn't Senior Brother Qiong die in the desert ruins a few years ago? But he seemed to be fine."
Qiong Wenhuan once led the Ling Clan disciples to experience and fought for the Ling Clan many times. Even if they could not see his face clearly and could only feel the aura emanating from his body, the Ling Clan disciples would not admit his mistake.
His understanding of pattern patterns is quite high, and if he is allowed to grow, he will be able to easily assume the position of elder of the Eldar clan within a few years.
The leader of the Eldar clan and the elders of the Eldar clan have too high expectations of him and want to focus on training him so that he can go further. They intend to let him enter the desert ruins in order to improve his experience and make him quickly become the mainstay of the Eldar clan. .
It is a pity that Qiong Wenhuan finally fell in the ruins of the desert sand and was buried deep under the desert sand.
Who would have thought that after a few years, they would see Qiong Wenhuan here again who should not have appeared.
Because they knew very well that those who failed to get out before the glow door closed would definitely die.
A disciple of the Ghost Sect looked at the man holding a long sword: "Is that man with a three-foot green blade in his hand and dressed in gray and white the sword pavilion's Xian Qingfeng?"
Xian Qingfeng was also a famous figure in Liangcheng in the past. His swordsmanship was superb and he was better than his peers in Jiange. He had already mastered the art of swordsmanship at a young age and was called the "Sword Star" by the disciples of the major sects in Liangcheng.
A shining new star in the swordsmanship, he has the potential and qualifications to become a god. However, destiny is unpredictable. In order to save his younger brother Xian Qingyun, Xian Qingfeng was sucked into the quicksand whirlpool and stayed in the deserted sand forever. remains.
Qiliang held the folding fan tightly with both hands and said: "The man with the cracks on his face is the evil ghost of Sanwang Palace, Doukui!"
Doukui was called an "evil ghost" because his face was full of scars and looked like a ghost.
His strength and talent could be said to be unparalleled in the Sanwang Palace many years ago, and he has the power to fight across realms.
Moreover, he is also the personal disciple of Xiao Xiong, the master of Sanwang Palace, and the only disciple he has accepted in his life.
Originally, Xiaoxiong planned to let Doukui inherit the position of the next master of Sanwang Palace and take over the responsibility of revitalizing Sanwang Palace from him.
Who would have thought that after Dou Kui led his team into the deserted sand ruins, the disciples of Sanwang Palace were surrounded by a swarm of crazy-blooded ants. To cover the retreat of Sanwang Palace disciples, he stopped the swarm of crazy-blooded ants alone.
He fought from the beginning of the Chen hour to the end of the You hour, resisting the swarm of crazy blood ants for six full hours, making it difficult for them to move forward even an inch.
During this period, he killed an unknown number of blood ants, and his body was bitten by the blood ants many times. In the end, he was captured by a colony of crazy blood ants due to lack of physical strength.
For this reason, the master of the Sanwang Hall even broke into the desert ruins to search for Doukui's whereabouts, but found nothing.
However, the facts were before him, and although he felt a lot of unwillingness, he still had to recognize the cruel truth.
"The man with the dark face and the broad-blade knife on his shoulder is... the crazy swordsman of the Dao Mansion, Wuwei!"
Daofu Wuwei is called the "Crazy Sword" because his sword swings always have a ferocious and cruel meaning, a strong sense of oppression, and extraordinary domineering power.
Back then, Wuwei led the Daofu disciples to the ruins of the desert, and successfully entered the Tsar City with some of the Daofu disciples.
From then on, he and the Dao Mansion disciples lost contact with the outside world, and until the moment the Glow Gate closed, he could not get out of it.
At this moment, Fei Xiaoyuan's childish curiosity sounded: "Who is that person carrying the coffin?"
"He... He is..." The Ghost Sect disciple looked at Qi Long. It was obvious that he knew who that person was, but he was a little afraid to say it.
Fei Xiaoyuan also noticed something unusual about him, and hurriedly ran to Qilong, pointed at the man in white, and asked eagerly: "Qilong, tell me, who is he? Is he my eldest brother?"
Qilong's eyes were fixed on the man in white carrying the coffin, he opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes suddenly became moist.
He seemed to be telling Fei Xiaoyuan that the man was the brother Feijie he was looking for, but he knew that the man in front of him was no longer the Feijie he knew.
Feijie, who had always been gentle and approachable, could never have such indifferent eyes. This proved that the former Feijie was dead, and now the person standing in front of him was a stranger.
Qi Liang glanced at Qi Long, who had dull eyes, and hurriedly knelt down and said to Fei Xiaoyuan: "Young Master, Young Master, please calm down first, that person is not Brother Fei Jie."
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Lu Yu's face was solemn, his fingers kept moving, and the thunder patterns on the back of his hands gradually appeared.
He looked back at the bewildered Spirit Clan disciples and reminded him sternly: "They are humans and we are humans too. Don't be frightened by their aura. They are just a few dead people. There is no need to be afraid."
"Before they launch an attack, hurry up and set up a large formation to prepare for a fierce battle."
After he reminded them, a disciple of the Spiritual Tribe said loudly: "Brother is right, they are just a few dead people. We cannot be frightened by their former fame and extraordinary achievements."
Lu Yu's words undoubtedly gave everyone in the Spirit Clan confidence. Without thinking too much, they immediately began to set up formations.
Qi Long pushed Fei Xiaoyuan to Qi Liang and said: "Qi Liang, the sword has no eyes. The five people opposite us are all the best in each major sect. Even if we have more people, the chance of winning is not very good."
"If you personally guard the young master, I will feel more at ease."
Qi Liang nodded, pulled the lost Fei Xiaoyuan towards the back, handed him over to Zhu Feng and the others, and said, "Young master, I'll leave it to you."
After saying that, he walked through the crowded crowd and commanded the ghost disciples together with Qi Long.
Zi Yang brought Xiao Hai to Zhu Feng and said, "Zhu Feng, I'll leave these two little guys to you."
Zhufeng knelt down, holding Xiaohai with his left arm and Fei Xiaoyuan with his right arm, and said seriously: "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I will never let them get hurt."
Pei Yuan warned again and again: "Zi Yang, you have to be careful, they are not ordinary enemies."
As soon as he finished speaking, two beautiful figures, one red and one white, flashed past. Qiu Qianqian and Hua Yao, one on the left and one on the right, protected Zi Yang behind them.
Pei Yuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Pretend I didn't say it, pretend I didn't say it."
Ziyang was very embarrassed and whispered to the two women: "If you do this, I will lose face. Can you save some face for me?"
The two women slowly looked sideways, and after feeling their slightly warning eyes, Ziyang immediately fell silent.
