I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 214 Before the Sword Qi Arrives, My Sword Goes First! (4000 words)
The light of the sword is sharp, the wind of the fist is violent, the cold waves are raging, and the intent of the spear is vertical and horizontal.

Yan Wen and his party of five tried their best, even if the opponent was a high-level player who was one level higher than them, under the siege of several geniuses, they would definitely end up with no bones left.

However, the human corpse has a combat power comparable to the limit of the candle.

One level short, and then there is no end to it.

Their average is the extraordinary level of the middle of the candle, and the hard gap between the limit of the candle, which cannot be made up simply through technology.

Even with one against five, the spear-wielding human corpse has never been at a disadvantage. On the contrary, its random blow often made Yan Wen and the others dangerous.

"It doesn't work like this!"

Luo Wenlong was panting like a cow, his heaving chest was dripping with blood, and there were more than ten gunshot wounds criss-crossing.

He majored in external skills and played the role of a human shield most of the time in the team, so so far, his injury is also the most serious among the five.

"At this time, if you have any means, use them all, don't hide them."

Yan Wen's hands holding the armrests of the wheelchair were bruised, and he gritted his teeth, drips of cold sweat dripping from his ears and temples.

呲——

As if an invisible sharp knife had been slashed across, the shriveled persimmon-like face of the corpse that hadn’t reacted in time cut a half-inch-long wound, and the maggots crawling inside were instantly split in half and fell to the ground. .

Seeing his appearance, Luo Wenlong squeezed his fist with a grim smile:
"it is good!"

With his tall body like a little giant, he exploded a ball of white steam, rushed forward, firmly grasping the sweeping spearhead, even if the tiger's mouth was shaken, he would hold on tightly and never let go.

The human corpse couldn't pull back the spear for a while, it smelled a dangerous breath keenly, and was about to let go of the hand holding the weapon. When it pulled back and retreated, a crystal flower filled with light blue ice mist bloomed under its feet. It froze instantly below the knees.

It roared and struggled, hissing and roaring, Ji Huai'an's face was serious, he stepped forward and slashed with his sword.

There was no sound from the sword, and everything was compressed between the three feet of the sword, showing his unparalleled control.

The human corpse seemed to realize that the time of death was approaching, and became much quieter.

Swish!
The sword light flashed past.

Rub la la la——

Scratch out a series of dazzling sparks.

"what's the situation?!"

Ji Huai'an's pupils constricted violently, and a long horse neigh suddenly came from the ground.

The divine sword that fell from his hand slashed across the bone horse that leaped out from the ground and blocked the master's fatal blow.

Taking advantage of the situation, he snatched back the spear from Luo Wenlong's hand, and the corpse got on the horse.

Raising his horse and raising his gun, he shot Luo Wenlong and Ji Huai'an into the air one after another while galloping. He rushed straight to Yan Wen who was sitting in a wheelchair, and slammed on the brakes.

Lan Yutong wanted to rescue her, but without using her powers, she was weaker than the other four. She was directly kicked by the bone horse until her chest felt tight, and she fell back several times.

Drooping eyes fell on Yan Wen who seemed to have no power to resist, and the corner of the corpse's mouth grinned slightly, as if smiling.

It grinned grinningly, and poked it down with a spear.

The rest of the people's eyes were about to burst, but they were helpless.

Staring at the stabbing spear, Yan Wen suddenly closed his eyes.

The next moment, a wisp of invisible fluctuations dissipated.

hum-

If Fang Qingran was present, from the perspective of his 'spiritual consciousness', he would be able to see strands of intertwined 'qi' gradually evolve into a bust of a bronze armored figure with a face that cannot be seen clearly.

The moment the bust opened its eyes, in a trance, it seemed that there was a parallel time and space, and there was a short-term interaction with reality.

From the perspective of Ji Huai'an and others, the bronze armored warrior with only the upper body manifested from behind Yan Wen, and it punched out, abruptly breaking the spear that was thrusting away.

The wheelchair couldn't bear the aftermath of the confrontation between the two, and instantly distorted and shattered.

"It's now!"

Yan Wen, who fell backward, said loudly, regardless of the blood oozing from his nasal cavity.

Any quick-witted person in the room, who couldn't understand the meaning of his words, seized this hard-won opportunity without saying a word, and brazenly unleashed the most tyrannical moves in their hands.

Sword energy, fist strength, ice and flames...

Various elements were intertwined, instantly submerging human corpses including horses and humans.

"Not enough, this level is not enough!"

Yan Wen stared at the figure in the energy storm, not even noticing that he had bitten his own lip.

If you fail to use your body as bait this time, it will be even more difficult if you want to succeed in slying the other party next time.

At this time, a girl's voice sounded in his ears:

"Everyone, please lend me all your strength temporarily!"

After getting everyone's permission, Lan Yutong activated her ability and temporarily borrowed part of the strength of the four people with her, sensing the unprecedented surging spiritual fire fluctuations in her body, she rushed into the energy storm without hesitation, facing the dying corpse, Make up the last palm.

The storm dissipated, and the bones that lost their support were scattered all over the ground. She seemed to be hollowed out, and she lay on the ground on her back without any ladylike demeanor, panting heavily.

Yan Wen, Ji Huai'an, Luo Wenlong, and Su Yingxin are slightly better than her, but they can't hide the tiredness on their faces.

They looked at each other, relaxed their tense nerves slightly, and smiled knowingly at each other.

The enemy in front of them is very difficult to deal with, but fortunately, after a fierce battle, the victory belongs to them after all.

"After the storm, there will be a rainbow."

Yan Wen had a slight smile on his face, enjoying the hard-won rest time.

However, I don't know if God played a joke on him again, anyway, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The earth began to tremble inexplicably.

When they were puzzled and didn't know what was going on, a shriveled, rotten palm suddenly poked out from the ground!
This palm seemed to be playing the prelude to the incident. Immediately afterwards, dozens of various arms and animal claws protruded from the ground. After more than ten seconds, the breath of dozens of them was not weaker than that of the previous people. The corpses of human beings and virtual demons climbed up from the ground almost at the same time.

"Nearly...nearly fifty enemies equal to the limit of the candle..."

Lan Yutong's eyes darkened.

A human corpse with the limit of light candles forced the five of them to try their best to defeat it. Now they don't even give time to recuperate, so many enemies of the same level come again...

Despair, despair without a glimmer of hope, no matter how optimistic a person is, he can't produce a little bit of positive emotion.

They are dead.

Luo Wenlong and Ji Huai'an each held one of Yan Wen's arms, supporting him to barely stand. The five of them couldn't help but feel backwards. The corpses surrounded them kept compressing their range of motion until their backs were against each other, and there was no way out.

"Old Yan, if you didn't have to hiccup soon, I really wonder if you deliberately found a reason to bring us here."

Luo Wenlong forced a smile and forced himself to be calm.

Ji Huaian took a deep breath and said:
"I have a life-burning sword in my hands. Wait a minute, you can take advantage of my strike and try your best to escape..."

Before he finished speaking, a female voice who was so calm that he couldn't hear the slightest emotional fluctuation interrupted him:

"It's meaningless. No matter how hard you fight, it's impossible to break through the cage woven by dozens of candles."

Su Yingxin focuses on the truth:
"Instead of exhausting our own strength like this, we should find a way to support for a while, such as using us as a shield.

Every second you live, you have one more chance to wait for the support of the passing strong. "

"You can see it. In this kind of situation, you can still maintain such a calm state of mind, and your emotions have not changed at all as usual."

Yan Wen couldn't help squinting at the silver-haired girl:

"It's just... like a puppet without a heart."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

Su Yingxin replied calmly.

"As you go, as you go."

Yan Wen waved his hand, his eyes gradually became serious, and his tone of voice was no longer playful like before:

"Guys, are you ready?

Then let go of your hands and feet, and finally... let's do a big job! "

……

Pointing like a sword, Fang Qingran slashed casually, and the sword gang swept out, with two horns on his head, purple-black complexion, and countless blood arrows bursting out from the body of the Void Demon, which was two or three stories high. Howling, smashed a big hole in the ground, and slowly lost its vitality.

Leaning over to cut off the two horns of Xumo, the young man weighed them twice in his hand, very satisfied:
"Well, the quality feels good!
It’s not like I’ve gained nothing along the way. The trophies I’ve confiscated may be sold for a considerable amount of Tianshu Points when I return to the human gathering place. "

The spirits of the virtual world do not only refer to those that grow naturally in the virtual world. There are also some spirits of high value on the bodies of many virtual demons.

The bodies of many virtual demons are treasures!

Like the pair of horns he got newly, it is said that there is a place that will grind it into powder, and then use it with other medicinal materials to make a bowl of medicinal food.

Because of this, while Fang Qingran was looking for the way home, he also did not forget to collect useful things, and when the time came to sell them, a considerable amount of money would be credited to the account.

Putting the two horns into the blood space, he opened his perception, his eyes subconsciously looked at a certain direction, and his face showed thought.

There, there is a faint transmission of the fluctuation of the spiritual fire.

However, it is very weak, like a candle in the wind, which can be easily extinguished by a gust of wind.

Go check it out!

Without much hesitation, Fang Qingran made a decision.

Not surprisingly, some compatriots over there fell into a more dangerous situation.

He doesn't mind doing good deeds without expecting anything in return when he has the means to spare.

From this point of view, he felt that he should be regarded as a good person.

Coincidentally, I can also take this opportunity to ask which part of the Scarlet Abyss this is, and how far he is from the human gathering place on the Scarlet Abyss.

"Grab it."

He whispered to the little she-wolf lying on his shoulders.

The little she-wolf blinked her eyes, and in the next moment, her chin lifted, and the wind resistance brought by the super high speed punched her hard in the face.

Its two little paws firmly grabbed a small piece of bathrobe on the young man's shoulders, and the whole wolf was erratic in mid-air, like a wolf fur banner in the wind.

The wolf flew ahead, and Hun'er chased after him.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The boy's speed is getting faster and faster, almost forming a dotted line that is hard to see with the naked eye.

"Pfft, wow!"

He was punched heavily in the abdomen, Ji Huai'an seemed to be struck by lightning, he flew out on his back, the divine sword was released from his hand, punched more than a dozen circles in the air, and stabbed obliquely beside the dead tree.

The three colors lingering on the sword body are extremely dim, which seems to symbolize that the life of the sword master is coming to an end.

Perhaps because of the imminent death, a revolving lantern formed by the memory pictures of his life so far flashed in his mind.

He suddenly remembered that the last time he was so weak, it seemed to be during the college entrance examination.

Facing the mysterious guy who claimed to be the ancestor, he and a group of candidates who killed the highest level of the castle were wiped out.

But that day, someone pulled him back from the gate of hell.

His eyes were in a trance, looking up at the foot that was trampled by the corpse.

If this kick was firm, his internal organs would have to be smashed to pieces, even a god would not be able to save such an injury.

"It's really unpredictable. You, who are obviously more talented and stronger than me, are one step ahead of me."

Choking out a mouthful of blood, his eyes became more and more erratic, and his thoughts flew further away.

He refuted others with the official disappearance, but he knew better than anyone else that being missing for so long in the Scarlet Wasteland was tantamount to equating death.

Moreover, he heard that it was the king of the wolf clan who could compete with the master to cause all this.

No matter how talented Fang is, he is just a transcendent who has just stepped into the Candle Realm, and his chances of surviving...

"This time, no one will come to rescue me."

The look in his eyes gradually dimmed.

That's fine, so I went to Jiuquan, and then went to that guy to discuss the sword.

The human corpse shaped like a skeleton stepped down, red, yellow, blue, green, neon lights of various colors flashed in front of Ji Huai'an's eyes, and in the haze, he seemed to hear a baby howling wolf.

Unlucky, another Void Demon came before he died!
He thought silently in his heart.

His head was tilted to one side, and a green wooden sword suddenly fell in front of his blurred eyes.

The wooden sword was inserted obliquely only a few steps away from him, giving him the illusion that he could reach it as long as he stretched out his hand.

"At this time, what does it mean that God lowered a sword to me?"

He was puzzled.

At this time, there was a snap.

An inch-long bone fragment fell and hit him on the face.

He turned his head suspiciously, and looked at the corpse standing in front of him.

He suddenly remembered, this guy's feet were about to fall before, why hasn't he felt it yet!

Taking a closer look, I found that the foot it stepped on was fixed at a position more than an inch away from his chest, and the ups and downs produced by breathing could gently stick to the sole of the foot.

It was so close, but it seemed to be rooted, and it froze in place, not moving.

pat.

Another bone fragment fell, and this time Ji Huai'an could clearly see that it fell off from the face of the corpse.

Like paint peeling off a wall after drying.

Just this moment.

boom! ! !
The sword pressure formed by the vast sword gang descended from the sky.

Dozens of human corpses and imaginary beast corpses that were frozen in motion fell apart in an instant, sunken into the collapsed surface!
"Before the sword energy arrives, the sword goes first?!"

Ji Huai'an suddenly woke up, silent, speechless for a long time.

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