About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

Liu Ji did have a back-and-forth fight with the black-armored general at the beginning. He couldn't hit the opponent, and it was useless to attack him from the opponent.

But then Liu Ji figured out something.

That is, he never hit the opponent.

What does this show.

This shows that he is bad at... ah no, no, that's not the point. The point is that the opponent seems to be afraid of being hit by him.

Liu Ji knew how powerful this body was, but he didn't know how strong it was.

Anyway, Mass said that after Liu Ji's transformation, his physical strength was stronger than his own.

Although this one dressed in black looks much more powerful than the other soldiers, Liu Ji doesn't think he can be compared with former world bosses like Mass.

Therefore, he had a guess.

Maybe as long as the opponent asks him to punch him, just one punch, and he may have to stop eating on the spot.

From this moment on, Liu Ji's mentality changed.

It changed from "fighting against powerful masters" to "let me touch it, just one touch".

And under his unrelenting offensive, he only focused on the opponent's face and punched him, but the opponent... in fact, he was really not afraid of him in the beginning.

After all, Liu Ji has zero fighting skills.

In fact, he has been attacking before. If he can't hit him, he just can't hit him.

But soon, Liu Ji found a way to break the situation.

The desert incarnation is very malleable. He can not only restore his body, but also reorganize his body. He can grow new arms or directly change his body shape.

However, as a person who has only been a human for a long time besides potatoes, Liu Ji does not have the control experience of three heads and six arms, so he has not tried more.

But now, facing such an excellent sparring partner, he felt it was necessary to try these methods.

Then, things changed.

At first, the black-armored general was still trying to fight back. While retreating, he kept waving the heavy sword in his hand and slashed Liu Ji countless times.

But no matter how he cut, Liu Ji would recover immediately, and then raise his six arms to punch him randomly.

He could handle two unorganized fists, and he could judge the next move by looking at the opponent's posture, but six hands...

It is said that two fists are no match for four hands, and six hands can really kill the master with random punches.

In desperation, he could only give up fighting back and concentrate on escaping. Using his experience in pursuit battles, he tried to distance himself from Liu Ji and then found an opportunity to fight back.

after all.

He couldn't run away, couldn't retreat.

Even though he knew that he was facing an invincible enemy, he could only continue fighting in this seemingly endless pursuit...

never ending...

What?

For some reason, the black-armored general felt that Liu Ji's speed was getting faster and his dodges were becoming more and more extreme. Several times, he could even feel the vibration when the fist scraped the outside of his armor.

He instinctively realized that if he continued to escape, he would probably be caught up sooner or later.

In this case, we can only fight...

"Oh!"

This thought didn't even have time to finish in his mind. Finally, he failed to avoid another punch from Liu Ji.

The whole head was like a red and white firework, exploding with a punch.

80. Oops! Where are my potatoes! The potatoes are gone!

"So... am I too late?" The female knight looked at the headless corpse on the ground, looking very surprised. "You mean he killed a black-armored general by himself?"

"Well, although I find it unbelievable, it is the fact," Yayin said, looking at Liu Ji who was playing with the newly acquired sword, "When I wanted to accept him as my apprentice, I just thought that he It’s a piece of white paper that has never had blood on its hands, and now, I think I may have underestimated him.”

Liu Ji swung the big sword a few times, but he didn't know whether it was because he felt it was out of hand or just out of curiosity, so he picked up the sword and broke it apart, as if he wanted to see its toughness.

Unexpectedly, with a bang, it was broken into two parts, and the burst metal fragments flew past in front of his face, shocking himself.

"Huh? The general's heavy sword was broken directly?" The female knight raised her eyebrows.

Liu Ji held the two halves of the broken sword and looked at Ya Yin innocently.

"Hey, that's really annoying," Yayin looked at him with her chin propped up, "Looking at his expression, he is still wondering why the sword is so careless."

"Well... damn, ah, my head hurts..."

At this moment, Ao Sa, who was lying aside, woke up.

He sat up, rubbed his forehead, opened his eyes, and happened to see the black-armored general lying beside him, and he immediately showed a horrified expression.

"Damn it! How come this thing is there?" He screamed, but soon he discovered that it was just a corpse.

Blinking his eyes, he looked to the side. When he saw the female knight, he immediately showed a happy expression: "Ah! Captain! It turns out you are here!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I came a little late and made you and Rooney suffer," the female knight sighed, "Also, although you may think that thing on the ground is my masterpiece, in fact it is his .”

As she spoke, she pointed at Liu Ji, who was holding a broken sword and saying something with Ya Yin using incantations.

"Huh? He...ah?" Ao Sa showed a surprised look.

To be honest, his previous impression of Liu Ji was that he could kill a dog squad scout with one slap and make him vomit.

However, this sudden death of the black-armored general was beyond his expectation.

Looking at Liu Ji, Ao Sa felt a little uneasy for some reason.

He always felt like he had forgotten something...

Forgot...

"what!"

Ossa remembered.

"Oops! Where are the potatoes? The potatoes are gone!"

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In front of the temple, the black-robed priest sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

He could feel that the three aces he summoned had been completely wiped out.

Just like that, he was killed by a bunch of trash-like foreigners.

He couldn't understand all this. It was the trump card left by the prophet, an example of the strongest warrior, and an invincible heavenly soldier under the gods.

But, they just died like that?

He couldn't understand it, he just sat there, not even noticing a pile of potatoes running beside him.

Since the words of the prophet are truth and the power of God is supreme, there is no reason why this should happen, nor should it happen.

If it happens, it can only be because he is not pious enough. This is a test given to him by the gods.

But why?

He has sacrificed all his people, devoted his life, invested everything in the prophet's plan, made all preparations according to her oracle, and is waiting to deal with the annihilation in the oracle. Disaster.

But why were all the preparations he had made ruined just because a group of outsiders came?

Is he doing wrong?

No, he followed the instructions of the oracle exactly, without making the slightest mistake.

So where is the problem?

Those outsiders destroyed this place, what should he do when the disaster predicted by the oracle comes?

and many more……

Could it be said that these outsiders are the disaster predicted by the oracle?

Ah!

right!It can only be like this!

"I understand, I understand everything! Hahaha!" He laughed, "I see, it turns out you are the ones who will destroy the world..."

"Pfft..."

"Eh?" The black-robed priest lowered his head and stared blankly at the long sword inserted into his chest.

The long sword was still stained with the paint he applied when blessing it.

He raised his head slightly and saw clearly the owner of the sword.

It was a thin Earthwalker recruit. His eyes were filled with tears, his eyes were wide open with anger, his teeth were clenched, and the hand holding the sword was shaking, not because he had killed someone for the first time, but because of pure anger.

"You devil!" The little Earth Walker roared and inserted the entire length of the sword into the body of the black-robed priest.

"Pfft!"

The black-robed priest collapsed on the ground, stroking his wounds and looking at the little Earth Walker in front of him in disbelief.

"Why..." he murmured, "you are my compatriot..."

"Come on, who are your compatriots?" Snow, who was carrying a huge book, came over and squatted in front of him. "Is your way of treating your compatriots to turn them into walking zombies who can never rest in peace?"

"It's you! Despicable foreigner!" He suddenly became excited and coughed out a mouthful of blood with a strong effort.

"Hey, don't get excited. If you do this and we can't even talk for a few words, you'll be dead first," Snow said with a smile, "Besides, I didn't do anything. I just took him to see your 'tower' before. , and then he found his parents..."

"You bastard!" Little Earth Walker suddenly roared, "Everyone trusts you so much! The whole city trusts the church so much! Everyone firmly believes in it! We are fighting to save the world! You, you..."

As he said this, the little Landwalker seemed to think of his parents again. The huge contrast between that and the image of heroes who sacrificed for the race in his imagination made his tear ducts lose control again, and he knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

"Tsk tsk, look at what you have done," Snow turned his head and looked at the priest in front of him with contempt, "You still have the nerve to call them compatriots? Ha, how hypocritical."

"No, no! They are indeed fighting to save the world. I'm not lying." The priest kept shaking his head, "It's just that the disaster hasn't come yet! I'm making preparations..."

"Aha! That's really nice to say, preparations?" Snow shook his head, as if he saw some hopeless fool, "For your so-called preparations, all your compatriots are regarded as necessary sacrifices by you. Yeah? Why don't you just lock yourself in a tower and be a fucking stud?"

"No! I want to carry out the oracle!" The priest yelled and coughed up another mouthful of blood, but he didn't care. He sprayed blood and said, "The prophet and the gods chose me! I must lead The people of this city! Protect this miracle!"

"Miracle? Haha, you don't mean this giant pitcher plant, right?" Snow looked at the sacred tree hanging upside down in the sky and said with a smile, "This thing, haha, people may not recognize it, but I do. of……

This thing is a product of arcane magic and has nothing to do with God. Moreover, I am 100% sure that it comes from the Mysterious Sanctuary. "

81. As we all know, you can’t be a housewife if you lick a dog.

300 years ago, Swamp Vortex City was once a prosperous trading capital.

"Oh, you know that too?"

At that time, the city was extremely bright and lively on the surface, but there was also darkness hidden under the surface.

"It won't be darker than you anyway."

At that time, there was a poor little land traveler who was always bullied just because he was born poor. He had to work hard every day without enough food or warmth to wear.

"That's pathetic...did you expect me to say that?"

...

No one will pity him. People are living in the hypocritical prosperity of this city, and no one will care about a dirty little landwalker begging for food on the roadside.

"Oh...so your so-called hard work is begging for food?"

……

That day, just because he accidentally soiled the trousers of a wealthy businessman, he was dragged into an alley by his men and beaten and kicked.

At that time, the little land traveler thought that he would be beaten to death by them. However, in despair, he met a beautiful girl.

A foreign girl...

At that time, the little landwalker didn't know that she was the prophet who would save the entire city.

"Redemption? Ha, like what you're doing now?"