Rumble…
Centered on the point where the two collided, a huge gray storm appeared, carrying the sound of violent wind howling and spreading out. Wherever the storm passed, large tracts of grass were torn into an arc-shaped loess land.
Mr. Ling retreated dozens of steps into the valley, letting out a cold snort. He shook his shoulders, and a purple air column of two to three feet appeared in front of him, and it hit Xiao Ning.
“Good time”
Xiao Ning danced the nine-toothed rake, releasing a terrifying air mass. The space seemed to be rippling slightly during the collision. Small pieces of stone continued to fall from the cliffs on both sides of the valley, and some small, weak monsters with no attack power fled in panic.
Bang! The air mass and the air column, after a stalemate with each other for a while, disappeared without a trace due to lack of follow-up.
Seeing that the attack did not achieve the expected effect, Xiao Ning's pupils suddenly became brighter. In conjunction with his fighting skills, he swung the nine-toothed rake more than a dozen times, and twelve violent cyan wind scrolls emerged in front of him and roared out immediately.
"Nine winds crack!"
Following Mr. Ling's violent shout, the space in front of him surged slightly, and more than a hundred huge dark green wind blades, eight or nine feet in length, flashed out of thin air, then colluded and entangled with each other, spinning violently at high speed in a spiral shape. Rush out.
"Boom!"
Wherever the cyan wind scroll and the dark cyan wind blade passed, the space trembled continuously, which was far beyond the scope of fighting spirits. Sure enough, after the move was launched, the sequelae were very serious. The two fell to the ground at the same time and fainted.
At noon, the two of them woke up one after another, and a fierce fight started again. At first, Mr. Ling confirmed that Chu Feng had no intention of intervening, let go of his hands and feet, and suppressed Xiao Ning by relying on his advanced fighting skills.
The sinister teacher Chu Feng, in order to prevent his cheap disciple from being abused, suddenly sealed Lao Ling's cultivation level to a five-star fighting master.
The gap was too big. Even though Mr. Ling had many fighting skills, he was still unable to defy the odds and was knocked down by Xiao Ning many times. If Xiao Xun'er hadn't interceded, Mr. Ling might have been seriously injured by Xiao Ning.
There is a time when people part ways. In the evening, Xiao Ning reluctantly bid farewell to Xiao Xun'er and set foot on a flying monster. Xiao Ning's words kept floating in Xiao Ning's mind - I There is only brother Xiao Yan in my heart, please forget about me.
During the seven days and seven nights of flying, in order to forget the pain, Xiao Ning worked hard to learn the method of soaring into the clouds and riding in the mist taught by Chu Feng. Finally, at dawn on the eighth day, he was able to fly a little. Although the speed was much slower than the flying monster, it was still a good one. Not at first.
For more than a month, Xiao Ning was walking around, constantly fighting people and warcraft. Although his cultivation had not reached the Douwang level, his foundation was getting stronger day by day. He was far away from the destination of this trip - Tagore Desert. It's getting closer.
On the fifty-fifth day after leaving Wutan City, Xiao Ning appeared on the edge of the vast mountain on a half-step fighting king-level golden eagle.
"arrive"
Xiao Ning looked at the vast yellow and endless desert in the distance. He felt an uncontrollable shock in his heart. This was the first time he had seen such a large desert. Well, to be precise, it was probably the first time I saw the desert.
It's as if a person who has lived in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River since childhood suddenly appears on the vast prairie one day. The kind of shock that comes from the heart is something that ordinary people cannot understand.
"Humans, if you get to the place, why don't you get out."
The huge golden eagle struggled to throw Xiao Ning down. Fortunately, Xiao Ning knows how to soar through the clouds and ride in the mist. If it were another strong fighting spirit who fell from the sky, he would not die but would also be seriously injured.
The violent sound of wind flew past my ears. Xiao Ning sat on the clouds and flew down leisurely. When approaching an earth-yellow, dirty ancient city on the edge of the desert, Xiao Ning raised the corner of his mouth slightly and walked towards the city on the road. The Golden Eagle asked, the ancient city below should be the gateway to the Tagore Desert - Desert City.
After flying for a while, they were getting closer and closer to the gate of Mocheng. Waves of heat came towards them. Xiao Ning squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the almost invisible golden areas on both sides of Mocheng. He smiled slightly and relaxed at the same time. Take a breath.
Perhaps due to its proximity to the desert, the weather here is quite dry and hot. The blazing sunshine shines down from the sky, baking the earth under your feet, constantly exuding a smoky heat, and the heat rises slowly. As a result, people's vision becomes distorted and blurred.
Many of the passers-by’s bodies in front were twisted. Some desert beauties who only wore a tight-fitting leather jacket that just covered their breasts and a little bit below them, with slender waists and long and tight thighs, also lost their allure.
Approaching the city gate, Xiao Ning looked up. Above the khaki city gate, two large light red characters were carved on the city wall. From a distance, they actually had a faint bloody feeling.
"The city lord has an order that everyone who enters the city, except for the alchemist and the city's residents, must pay gold."
At the city gate, a dozen soldiers in armor were shouting with spears in hand. Due to the hot weather, their faces were all black and reddish, and they looked a bit like crayfish that were about to be roasted.
Seeing Xiao Ning approaching, a sturdy soldier, who seemed to be the leader of the soldiers, wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed a gun at Xiao Ning, and shouted loudly: "You don't know how to line up, you don't know how to line up?"
The leader answered with a somewhat dirty palm. With just a slap, Xiao Ning sent the leader, who was also a fighting spirit, flying away.
"The hot weather is not an excuse for swearing."
After beating the city gate leader, Xiao Ning said in a calm tone as if nothing was wrong.
The leader got up, touched his cheek, and got blood on his hand, with a grim look on his face. He looked at Xiao Ning as if he were a dead person.
"Boy, don't expect to leave here alive today, kill him for me."
A dozen soldiers wearing armor and looking like wolves and tigers swarmed forward, but within five short breaths, they were all knocked down by Xiao Ning. Rolling in the sand, everyone was in a state of panic.
Passers-by lined up to pay taxes in the city, cheering one after another. The soldiers collecting taxes at the city gate were so annoying that someone finally came out to teach them a lesson.
"This is the cost of your soup and medicine."
Xiao Ning threw out a handful of golden leaves and entered the city wall passage in a leisurely manner in front of the soldiers guarding the door.
"Just wait for me"
The leader, lying on his side on the ground, shouted with a ferocious expression. He has been domineering in Mocheng for so many years, and it is not that he has not encountered difficult characters. In the end, he has become more honest after being subdued by the city lord.
Whoa, a golden nine-toothed nail flew out of the city hole and hit the leader on the head, causing white brains to pop out.
The incident happened suddenly and the whole place was silent.
Here, Xiao Ning slowly walked out of the somewhat dim city wall passage, his vision brightened slightly, and a group of urban buildings with unique desert characteristics appeared in his field of vision.
