The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

Su Bai arranged for Qi Yuexue to keep up with the team to ensure the safety of this migration and prevent it from being attacked by wild animals or other races.

He himself stood on the edge of the crater, watching with his own eyes that the tree house he built was wiped out in an instant, and the time accumulated in the house in the past five years was completely annihilated... Just like reincarnation, once it is destroyed, even the traces of existence are gone. Difficult to find, unless someone can remember you, otherwise the tangible will decay, and the memory will fade with time.

"Hiss...fur..." Su Bai took a deep breath, picked up a charred branch, watched it gradually weathered in the palm of his hand, and when he turned around, there was no laziness in his eyes: "This is The reality of this world, the humble ants, the ravages of the weak, the fleeting beauty, the cruel and bloody killings... The war is not over, and this situation will be repeated countless times, so people like me can't live in the house after all. ..."

He stepped lightly on his toes, and Yu Jianqi was suspended out of thin air, staring at the battlefield more than ten kilometers away.

Fifty Flügel and one Dragon Spirit... that's all, the superimposed combat power is already exaggerated enough.

Back then, when the goblins rushed into the elves capital to demolish the crystal, the result changed because of the arrival of one Flügel. There are fifty such wall-hanging races here... This is not a battle, it's just a hunt, dragon elves Must die today.

Surprisingly, Su Bai saw the figure of Azrael in it, and could see that she was the main attacker, and the other multi-wings carried out their tactics around her. The aftermath of such a ricochet caused large-scale damage, and the relatively intact landscape was destroyed in an instant. One of them flew over Su Bai's face.

"Flügel, you bully the dragon too much!" The dragon spirit roared angrily: "You want to hunt us like prey, you will pay the price!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm going to kill you today, and the ashes are all thrown away!" Azrael was full of fighting spirit, carrying a pitch-black sickle, turned into a spinning top, and put a gorgeous set of rubbing hands on the back of the dragon spirit. back massage.

"Azrael, back off, it might be about to release Benghou!" Raphael reminded her aloud, she is a steady style of play. Surpassed the Sky Strike, but it was too late to speak, Azrael was too aggressive, and she was also the first individual, the other Flügel were out of touch with it, and the rhythm of the attack appeared chaotic for a moment.

Both sides in the war were keenly aware of this outage.

The dragon spirit knew that it was impossible to evacuate safely, it gritted its teeth, a black magic circle lit up above its head, cracks suddenly covered its whole body, its teeth bit a mouthful of black fire, its red eyes locked on Azrael, Swearing to release Beng Xiao to take her away, this is the ultimate exchange of one even if death is imminent!

"Oops!" Raphael's face changed drastically: "Everyone pay attention, prepare for the sky strike!"

The Sky Strike of the Flügel is the ultimate move to unleash all the elves, but it is much weaker than the collapse of the roar. The Sky Strike released by fifty Flügel at the same time may be able to compete with the collapse of the dragon spirit. While stalling for time, buy time for Azrael's space transfer.

But the Flügel is not an Ex-Machina, and there is no sacred F12 connection. After the attack command is issued, only a few Twelve Wings react immediately. The speed at which they gather the Sky Strike seems to be slower than Benghou, and the time difference may be very short. , but even a few tenths of a second are enough to determine the difference between victory and defeat, just like when Yanlong and the Ex-Machinas were fighting back then.

Yes, almost the same, exactly the same.

The last scene is repeated here again.

The young man clasped the hilt of the knife, and it only took a moment to swing the sword, but before this moment, it took a long time to lay the groundwork. After a few years, he once again released his full power. He was still a dragon spirit in front of him, but he was no longer like a dragon. It is so overwhelmingly powerful, and behind it is no longer an Ex-Machina, but a Flügel... The reason for his sword attack is not complicated. If Sky Strike and Benghou collide at the same time, it will be [-] kilometers, let alone [-] kilometers. None can escape the wave of destruction.

There was nothing he had to do, and he was just trying to see if he had regressed in the past five years.

The power of the Darkborn is still there, and the blood-colored wings dye the blade with a layer of coquettish red, but under the blood-colored wings, there are also a pair of golden wings emerging. The elves flow in the blood body, echoing the elf corridor, awakening With the power of the protoss, the blade was coated with a layer of gold, like a burning fire, dark red and golden light intertwined... The conflicting forces separated the boundary with the blade as the middle.

Su Bai's body and mind were extremely relaxed, he raised his eyes, and at the end of his line of sight was the head of the dragon spirit.

The illusory figure crossed the space, one step, two steps... The footsteps stepped on the void, and there was a crisp sound. The rhythm and heartbeat frequency were gentle, as if knocking on the heart, making the blood gradually boil and burn.

Su Bai took the third step, and the realm of emptiness brought further insights, dividing the beyond and the present world. The other shore is where he is, and the present world is where the enemy is. This is relative time and space, staggered. realm.

No matter how fast or slow his swinging speed is, it will not affect the final result of the knife.

If the other party is not on the other side, then it must be unable to stop it, this knife will definitely come out of its sheath, and cut from the other side to the present world.

The staggered time and space also came to an end, it was only enough for him to swing a knife, but one knife was enough.

Sword Eleven Shura!

The light of the sword is sharp, and the head of the sword is fierce.

The boundless light of the sword swept across its neck along the cracks in the dragon scales, and the sword energy surged.

The collapse of the dragon essence stopped, the cracks spread, the elf went berserk, and the spell seemed to be still maintained, but its breath of life had been interrupted, and its thinking was always stagnated at the moment before the release of the collapse, and then... the head was separated from the body , fell into the ground.

Another endangered and rare animal has fallen.

The Flügel stopped accumulating their Sky Strikes, dozens of wings looked at the unfamiliar tall figure in amazement, two pairs of wings, blood red and golden wings appeared for a short time, and then quickly dissipated...

At that time, the Flügel including Raphael could only have questions that kept popping up in their minds.

……Who is he?

Azrael answered this question, and her whispering voice spread with the night wind.

"Su Bai?"

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Su Bai has never been so refreshed. The spirit corridor awakens the power of the Judgment Protoss. Although it is not as strong and obvious as the power of the Darkborn, but under the interaction of the two forces, his body is enough to carry Jian Shiyi. No damage, just a little tired.

Once Sword Eleven will not bring load, it means that the bottleneck period has passed, and it is no longer necessary to continue to stagnate at this level, and the next move can be studied more deeply... Sword Twelve.

It's just that Su Bai occasionally wonders... Is there something wrong with seeking a breakthrough in the realm in this nuclear bomb-level world?

There is no reason in this world, there is no way of cultivation, it is purely a natural advantage, and the advantage of race is more than anything...Jibril is one of the ones who continue to become stronger through personal efforts, but her starting point is already high enough. If she is given a The human species started with the collapse of the sky, and there is no way to improve at all, and there is no possibility of becoming stronger.

Su Bai put the blade back into its sheath. The last time Bell spoke was half a year ago. Ksitigarbha Yuhun seemed to be a little uncomfortable with this world. She remained in a deep sleep. I don't know if it was because she was too far away from the collapsed world.

He glanced at the dragon spirit that had fallen into the ground, pointed his toes, and was about to leave with the sword energy. At this moment, he noticed a violent airflow behind him, and he turned around suddenly, raised his right hand against a spinning and rushing dangerous individual.

"What are you doing?" Su Bai stared at Azrael who leaned over with his head, and pressed her forehead with one hand, keeping an arm's distance away.

"Why not, why not~" Azrael showed a happy expression, and put on a gesture of 'big sister wants to hug you': "Let me touch it, just touch it, to make sure you are Not a real person!"

"I'm not a real person, can I still be a dead ghost?" Su Bai felt that Azrael must have a problem with her IQ when she talked with Azrael last time. She wouldn't think there was a problem watching Akuya's various tricks through the screen, but when she really appeared in In front of him, apart from being irritable, he absolutely couldn't find any appreciation in his heart. He showed a disgusted expression: "Don't post it here, the average IQ of the races with a radius of tens of kilometers has been lowered by you."

"This familiar venomous tone, hehehe...it really is, it really is!" Azrael leaned over more violently, she started to move in space, jumped directly to Su Bai's back, and hugged one of his arms. Arm: "It's different from last time, this time there is an elf reacting...and this breath (sniff)...is really similar to the Flügel."

The soft body contact made Su Bai shiver unnaturally. He didn't refuse to be touched, but he noticed many of the same gazes: "Hey, you idiot, let me go quickly."

"Don't~ never let go!" Azrael wanted to cry, "You were chased by Yanlong and ran half a continent, and you disappeared. Do you know how long I was despised by everyone because of this incident? Five Years! Five years! Do you know how I have lived these five years? Do you know? Being pointed at by my sisters, poking my spine, and even Mr. Artosh said that I have no leadership qualities. Ah! Today I will take you back to prove my innocence!"

"What does your innocence have to do with me? Do you Flügel get pregnant if you eat a melon?" Su Bai pulled his arm back from Azrael's chest with some ingenuity. Unable to lock onto it, he rubbed his painful wrist, making up his mind to run away, but just accelerated, drifted a hundred meters away, and hit a wall head-on.