I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

And the storm in front of him, no matter how you look at it, feels even more difficult, for a while... Xiobi was a little helpless.

"Yahahahah...Is that so?" Kurumi licked his lower lip, thinking about a countermeasure.

A storm... is coming.

Chapter 32 Said so much, let's brighten the blood bar!

Black ash fluttering in the bloody sky, this too ugly scene, sometimes looks almost bewitchingly beautiful.

The wind mixed with the strong torrent of spirits and the corpse blew everything down, blowing away everything that was visible, whether organic or inorganic, rotten to death.

The eroded blue-gray debris was swept up by the wind and was thrown into the sky, where there was no trace.

What appeared in front of Kurumi was such a broad storm, obscuring the entire field of vision in front of him.Bright blue spirit skeleton catkins are mixed in the pale turbid snowflakes, like copper sulfate encountering sodium hydroxide.

But it is alive.

A pair of swaying eyes like bright candles opened in the storm, staring drowsily at the two ants in front of them.

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The deadly tornado of death, for some reason, Kurumi suddenly remembered Di Ruiji.

It's a real version of 'the wind blows east...'.

Shen Xiong's roar reverberated in the minds of the two of them, almost no different from a shock bomb.

What Kuang San was wearing was fashion, and the constant wind that ravaged the earth could only lift the corners of her skirt, because fashion was not durable and would not be damaged, it was just so unreasonable.

But not Hubby.The black knee-length skirt was bought by Kurumi in Fuyuki City. Although the material was considered to be of high quality, it was only ordinary after all.

In the little girl's distressed eyes as if she was about to cry, the black lace was scorched, and white and smooth skin was exposed under the slender gauze placket.

Kurumi smiled helplessly, and pulled the small face away with both hands, causing it to reveal a reluctant smile.

"Hey... Hubby, go to the ice crest over there and wait for me, okay?"

This little girl is becoming more and more coquettish, and her eyes are bright and clear.

Hubby clenched the corner of Kurumi's shirt tightly.

Kuang San could only lean down and put it on her forehead, soothing gently. "Trust me, it's just an eleventh-ranked demon species."

Hubby stared at Kurumi closely, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Kurumi's cheek.

My sister didn't like other people smearing on her lips, but her cheeks were acceptable. Hubby pursed her mouth and fluttered to the ice crest that curved and extended behind her back, cutting into the sky like fins.

She looked at Kurumi worriedly, but did not dare to say more.

How could it be just an ordinary monster?

That terrifying aura was comparable to Inzahn Nibbi, the "Fog of Death" who destroyed the goblin-species high-speed fleet.

Among the currently confirmed fantasy species, it is also regarded as one of the most dangerous beings.

Just like True Red is to the elves, and Ronnie is to the goblins, the terrifying storm in front of him is also a terrifying monster that transcends the restrictions of races and uses his own body to achieve magic.

But... since my sister told her to wait, it's better to wait.

It's hard to say what you will do while you wait.

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The heavy dual spears full of killing intent were held in Kuangsan's hands, and the slender figure stood stubbornly against the wind.

"Actually, it's not that scary~~~" Kurumi's mouth curled into a good-looking smile.

In her eyes, there was a long blood bar on the head of that dark...dead and dull storm.

[Black Poetry - Frost].

"Well~~~ As long as the health bar is on... Even if it is a god, I will kill it for you to see."

An icy orange flame ignited on Kurumi, and the corpse of the dead that had eroded life melted like snowflakes. In the howling wind, Kurumi held the muzzle to his lips.

"Now...It is Show time~~~"

- Let's party together, you are death, and so am I.

The black figure is like a little raven in the stormy night, swaggeringly cut in in the direction of the storm, without wasting any effort.

Shadowy shadows.

Kurumi closed his eyes, and the hollow low wind whistling in his ears was amplified infinitely.

Death...exhaustion...sorrow...even despair, as if death was beckoning to her, and once she fell, she would be buried in it forever.

The blue magic bar is plummeting down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but fortunately, Xinyuesan can do whatever she wants, the magic juice is enough, and there is no CD.

From a terrifying hurricane that can swallow a glacier to a swaggering wind that can only blow a patch of "black ash", a storm that can change freely.

Facing it, it was absolutely impossible to destroy or repel it.

The "middle core" might just be a tiny wisp in the endless storm, and it's absolutely impossible to run through the "middle core" or something.

And no matter how traumatized the storm was, it didn't do any damage to its body, and could only escape easily.