A long golden arrow that pierced through the wind pierced through the flesh. The long arrow carried a huge impact, which made him stagger. Before he could stabilize, another long arrow followed and directly nailed him in the neck.
He was knocked back two steps, and his whole body leaned against the ice wall.
Oswald flicked his backhand, and the golden long arrow nailed to his body instantly flowed a stream of fire, burning from the tail of the arrow to Melo.
And Kevin, under the cover of the flames, fired three arrows and nailed Melo directly to the wall...
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On the Folia Mountain Road, the team led by Mio lay on the ground in embarrassment, lowered their bodies, and curled their fingers to grasp all the raised rocks or the edge of the mountain road that could be grasped, trying to make their grip stronger.
Mio was so shocked that he gave an urgent order. It was a sudden storm, with ice and snow slag brought from nowhere, like a white dragon, spinning from a distance and approaching at a very fast speed, and rushed up the mountain road in the blink of an eye.
The mountain road has a sloping arc, and was blown away by the gust of wind. Because of the large load-bearing area, the few horse eagles that could not stick to the ground were blown and rolled directly down the cliff, howling and neighing. Being blown to pieces by the sound of the wind, one's heart skipped a beat.
A lot of people who were not strong enough, or who couldn't hold tight, were also blown away by the wind.
"Ahh—" Countless people's fingers were cut into the skin by the corners of the rock, embedded in the flesh, and blood leaked out instantly, but they roared like venting, while clutching the rock even harder, as if it was a life-saving straw .
The dragon-like storm came strangely and went suddenly. After walking around the Folia Mountain Road, it twisted and rolled towards another place.
However, the departure of the storm did not mean the arrival of safety. Before Mio and the others even had time to stabilize their bodies, a group of familiar bastards followed the footsteps of the storm and killed them.
When those things whizzed over, there was a rustling friction sound, which could even give people a very short-lived hallucination, as if the world was silent and you were the only one left.
That's a sand ghost.
Mi Ao lowered his head and spat, hoarse and said harshly: "He should not be able to avoid trouble today, fuck his master! Brothers! Come on!!"
Once upon a time, sand ghosts, who were neither humans nor ghosts, were afraid of humidity. In this climate and season, they would always go out less and try to stay in their old nest where birds don't shit or chickens don't lay eggs. But now, their resistance to humidity seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Even if they dare to come out just after the rainy season is over, light rain will not cause them much trouble. They are simply impossible to climb.
The sound of killing and desperate yelling became a form of venting. When people encountered death situations one after another, and fatal troubles followed one after another without end, anyone would feel exhausted, irritable and anger.
Whether it was Mi Ao or the rest of the team, they were almost desperate in their hearts. With so many sand ghosts, an army of tens of thousands may not be able to carry them for long, let alone them. But it's all dead anyway, it's better to be able to kill one by one, stop it for a while, at least it can hold back the pace of this sand-moving ghost from killing to other places.
There was a melee of fighting on the narrow mountain road, and the sound of metal and sand colliding was intertwined and intertwined.
Once a person embraces the will to die, he will always become fearless, so strong that he is hardly like himself. Even Sand Ghost seems to have never seen such a desperate fighting method, and the offensive has slowed down a bit, as if a little "shocked" .
Of course, it is impossible to notice this in the eyes of Mi Ao who is red-eyed.
The Sand Ghost Clan has no so-called men, women, old or young, and no so-called relatives and friends. They are like some kind of fighting machine that suddenly appeared in the desert one day. Apart from fighting and aggression, apart from killing and turning blood, they seem to have nothing else to do. Can do.
They are extremely indifferent and numb.
There is no such thing as emotion for them, and they cannot even be classified as flesh and blood creatures, let alone human beings...
How can the so-called "shock" come from something that doesn't even have flesh and blood
"Why are you bastards like you appearing in this world!" Mio leaned his back on his armor to block a wave of sand splashing up, and then, using his arm to cover him, pierced the sand ghost's heart with a sword.
The sand ghost let out a shrill scream, suddenly lost its strength, and instantly scattered from the air, turning into a pool of loose sand on the ground. However, Mi Ao didn't have time to see this process, the moment he drew out his sword, he had already rushed to the front