Above The Sky

Whoosh!

At such a close distance, the wooden thorns soaked in the faint green venom came in an instant.

If it was a sneak attack, even an elite knight would be unable to block the poisonous stinger that had already arrived in front of him, let alone a child.

But the unexpected happened.

The shivering child seemed to have been paying attention to the hunter for a long time. At the moment when the poisonous stinger flew, he raised his left hand, the light blue fluorescent light flashed slightly, and the poisonous stinger that precisely pierced the eyeball was blocked by an invisible force. Then it was held by two white fingers.

"Are the children on the side of the road not spared?"

Ian, who didn't know much about the natives' style of doing things, was full of wonder. He was also taken aback by the blow just now. After all, he didn't expect to be attacked first when he was about to attack.

He stood up. Although the enemy's attack was blocked, the next step was to fight head-on.

Change to Ian from two months ago, if there is no way to sneak attack, then run away directly, and then rely on the vision of prediction to find opportunities to make a black hand.

Anyway, the battle is not in a hurry, even if the enemy catches up, it doesn't matter. In the complex streets and alleys of Harrison Harbor, he can see through the natives.

But now, he doesn't need to waste time.

Throwing the stinger caught in his left hand aside, light green marks have spread on his fingers, but the toxin of this poisonous arrowwood does not pose a threat to Ian, who has begun to sublimate his liver.

And what he was holding in his right hand was a flake-shaped rock cut out from a house on the side.

Are weapons such an inconvenience? Don't underestimate throwing stones, it is the magic weapon that human beings rely on to defeat beasts, and all the weapons of human beings in the past and future are essentially stone throwing.

"Only the head sticks out."

Secretly thinking in his heart, Ian's eyes locked on the native hunter who had slowed down his steps in shock, and then the light blue Originium on his right hand flickered.

In the next instant, he leaned forward, almost kneeling, and threw a half-kilogram piece of rock in his hand with maximum force.

Immediately, accompanied by a rapid whistling, the spinning boulders broke through the rain curtain air, like stone knives, unaffected by any wind, slashed straight towards the native hunter.

"What monster!"

The elite hunter screamed, and the fighting instinct already soaked in the bone marrow made him dodge sideways subconsciously, but the ultra-high-speed knife stone still scraped the left side of his face, scraping away all the flesh and blood on one side of his cheek, revealing the bones of Bai Sensen. and teeth.

The time was too short to feel the pain, and it was too late to bleed to reduce the combat power, but it was also the same, he also didn't have time to be shocked.

Because that white shadow had already started to run wildly, and it was approaching him rapidly against the wind and rain!

For a while, he couldn't even capture the figure of the other party, and he finally locked it in. The moment his eyes were focused, the hunter even thought he saw a young sharp-clawed tiger - immature, petite, but fast and ruthless!

Ian will not leave the hunter with time to react. He has already seen that the opponent's strength is stronger than the hunters who have fought with Brin. They are the real elites of the natives. In this case, he must not give the opponent time to ask for help and call in other elites. .

Imbued with essentia, smashed the stone fragments in his hand, and in a breathless time, Ian jumped up with the momentum of rushing, and threw a hand of crushed stones at the enemy, like a rainstorm.

In a hurry, the hunter can only lift up the rain scorpion on his body, which is made of brown elm leaves and soaked in shaman potion. .

But in the face of the boulders, it couldn't block everything. The hunter hit his right leg and the top of his forehead. In addition to the pain and numbness, the impact force even made him take a step back, completely losing the opportunity.

But he is a real elite. In just a short moment, the hunter suppressed all the surprise and inconceivable, but regarded the boy of the White People in front of him as a small adult sharp-clawed tiger.

To be close to the beast, he can only fight for his life - he screamed, raised his elbow, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and collided head-on!

Although there is no systematic study of martial arts, the fighting skills of the Sequoia natives have also been honed to a very high level in the perennial hunting of monsters and the fight with the imperial people.

The hunter bowed slightly, stepped forward, pressed his right fist to his chest, and raised his elbow forward. The bulging knuckle instantly turned into a short spear, poking at the head of Ian who was rushing towards him.

This is a death-seeking move in the face of strange and beasts. It is desperate to abolish one hand and concentrate all the strength of the whole body in this collision. As long as it hits, even a large beast like a marsh bear can be temporarily repelled. What's more, people?

As long as he can temporarily repel it, he can call in reinforcements.

However, although Ian does not have much combat experience, he has systematically learned combat skills.

He has a good teacher.

Seeing that the aboriginal's elbow was slamming in front of him, and he had no energy to change his moves, Ian simply stepped forward, dodging towards the left side to avoid the blow.

This wasn't because of being forced back by the natives. When dodging sideways, Ian's right fist that had been swung towards the native's head naturally loosened, and when he pulled it down, his five fingertips naturally grabbed something.

——That is the cloak used by the natives to block the wind and rain.

"not good!"

The hunter immediately felt bad in his heart, but at the moment he was running out of strength and could not immediately take off the hood and break free... So, before he lost consciousness, he could only see Ian snort lightly and then exert strength!

According to the teacher's instructions, the white-haired boy rotated his wrist, twisted his legs, waist and arms at the same time, using the scorpion in his hand as a fulcrum, forcibly swung the hunter's body up and off the ground!

The world is spinning.

In an instant, the hunter's vision quickly changed from the streets of Port Harrison to gray and black, and the sky was pouring rain.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the reversed street in the rotation!

- the earth is falling towards me...

This was the last thought that crossed his mind.

Then it was pitch black.

And the sound of skulls shattering.

Click!

When someone grabbed the clothes, and then used brute force to directly fall over the shoulder, the head landed on the ground, and the entire indigenous elite who was smashed was naturally dead and could no longer die.

"Almost didn't fall out, this native is really stable."

Exhaling a breath, Ian felt a little tired in his arms after the explosion of strength. He clapped his palms, used the rain to wipe off the blood on his body and his hands, and then quickly began to touch the corpse.

It was strange to him just now that even his own apprentice, the Ascendant, could hardly act freely in the current natural disaster environment, but all the natives were walking on the roof and eaves, and regarded the 16th-level wind as nothing, which was obviously abnormal.

You know, when the wind blows, it only depends on the weight and tonnage, and it has nothing to do with how powerful he can hit. Even if he punches out an ordinary adult can't stand it, but if it's blown by the strong wind, it's time to turn around. .

The indigenous body is a little bigger than him, so why can he move freely?

And at the moment of grabbing the opponent's Minoyi, Ian realized that the secret lies in this dark green Yeyi.

"really."

Quickly undoing the scorpion, Ian narrowed his eyes. In the vision of vision, the scorpion appeared thick white, which means that it is a fine product, but it is not enough for extraordinary things, but on the inside of the scorpion, there is a faint blue ancient inscription flickering. .

This Ming civilization is dark and fading every moment, but as long as it is still shining, the person wrapped in this scorpion can ignore the wind.

"It's the indigenous totem pattern, the original inscription technique."

Now Ian is not ignorant of Terra Continent. After two months of enriching supplementary lessons, he has a good understanding of almost all the common sense of Ascendants around Nanling: "It's not too complicated, but it is the first The inscription of the energy level - dozens of these temporary shelters, the natives are definitely bleeding."

Without the slightest hesitation, he draped the cloak that was still stained with the brains and blood of the hunter, and Ian walked quickly in the direction of his home: "How big is this guy's plan? To break through Port Harrison, it is only with these hands. Impossible, what is their real purpose?"

Wrapped in the totem pattern of shelter from the wind, even the rainstorm lost its strength. Ian even felt that his steps were much lighter. When he stepped out, there was an illusion of being in the air, and he stepped forward seven or eight meters in an instant.

At this moment, there are still many noises in the city.

"Aboriginal! There are natives!"

"Indigenous people enter..."

In the storm, there were continuous exclamations and screams, and the pedestrians who were still running on the streets could not escape death. With just a few breaths, Ian heard more than five people's dying mourning.

Although he is sympathetic, it is impossible to help each other.

Let's not talk about it's too late, the most important thing now is to go home to ensure the safety of his younger brother Alan.

Then, get the weapon.

If he had a sharp weapon in his hand, he didn't need two moves to kill the native just now.

"Mr. Hilliard disappeared early in the morning, and probably won't be back now."

I can already see the outline of the home, although my heart is beating very fast, but Ian's thinking becomes clearer: "The weapons that can be used at home are nothing more than the hatchet and axe sharpened by the teacher, and the next step is to stay in the house for shelter and self-protection, or it depends on the situation. Go help other people and see how the situation develops."

If the aboriginal is for the purpose of massacre, unconditionally slaughtering civilians as a sacrificial sacrifice, then it is impossible for him to stand by, because when the aboriginal kills, there will be no one else who can help him.

And what kind of power the natives who successfully sacrificed will get is unknown.

But the native's plan is obviously bigger than Ian imagined.

"boom!!!"

A roar suddenly exploded, causing the ground to shake slightly, more shocking than the thunder, even Ian turned his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the explosion.

Then, he opened his eyes wide and watched a jet-black plume of smoke rising rapidly and torn apart by the gust of wind, rising from the center of the city!

That is……

"Viscount Mansion?!"

Ian was shocked: "They blew up the Viscount Palace?!"