闪乐

The stone ghost was clever, and he quickly retreated without any hesitation when he succeeded with one move, avoiding it far away.

Lin Jinlong and Lin Jinpeng couldn't avoid it, their long swords were blown away at the same time, and their bodies were overturned by the powerful force.

"Brother, be careful."

In the blink of an eye, a soft spiritual force came quickly, rolling up the two of them and throwing them tens of meters away.

The two flew away like cannonballs and landed lightly without any damage.

"Jingle Bell."

Feng Yi stood on the sand dune, pulled the bowstring to the extreme, and shot the arrow again.

"I kill you!"

Alta saw the archer clearly, filled with resentment, swung the giant hammer recklessly, and rushed towards the flying arrow.

The flying arrow came quickly with a sharp whistling sound, but the distance was too short, and it was too late to turn around, so it was smashed to pieces by his hammer.

"Take your life!"

With one move, Arta's energy was lifted, and he kept walking, waving a giant hammer and rushing up the sand dune.

"Wind Wing, be careful!"

All the teenagers exclaimed in unison.

The sound of the flute sounded, and there was a mournful sob, which looked like a ghost crying.

In an instant, the yellow sand on the ground spun rapidly, forming a sand wall about several feet high, trapping Alta in it.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Alta's progress was blocked, and he swung his giant hammer angrily at the sand wall.

"Clatter."

Every time the hammer fell, the sand shattered and scattered all over the ground. Before he could react, it condensed again and resumed its shape.

"He..."

Alta was furious and yelled.

The rhythm of the flute changed suddenly, sharp and piercing, and the ground inside the sand wall suddenly collapsed, sinking half of his body into it.

"ah!"

The sudden change frightened his expression greatly, and with only a miserable howl, the yellow sand was already buried up to his waist.

The sound of the flute changed again, one long and one short, and the rhythm fluctuated.

The sand wall disappeared, and his body sank accordingly, slowing down his nerves inch by inch.

"Alta!"

One eye was injured and half of the ear was broken. Seeing him sinking into the sand, the two people were terrified. Enduring the heart-piercing pain, they tried to rush over to rescue him.

The sound of the flute changed again and again, and the sand under their feet collapsed in an instant, and the yellow sand quickly buried their necks, leaving only one head outside.

"ah!"

Two mournful howls sounded at the same time, which was especially ear-piercing in the dark night.

"You are, Lin Qingluo?!"

The sand wall disappeared, and Alta could not believe it for a moment when he saw the girl playing the flute under the moonlight.

Although the girl was wearing men's clothing, he still recognized the person who made him suffer the first fiasco in his life from the outline of his face.

"Hehe, you have a good memory, you still remember this girl."

Lin Qingluo sneered, his mind was dual-tasting, the flute kept playing, and the thin voice of the gossamer came to his ears clearly.

"It really is you!"

Memories of humiliation flooded into my heart, like ten thousand ants eating my heart, and I couldn't bear to live.

Alta's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was distorted.

At the same time, the body is still sinking.

The yellow sand gradually buried up to the neck.

"Alta!"

The two barbarian warriors were frightened and depressed.

Arta is the chief's son, and has a noble status among the barbarians.

If something bad happens and the chief gets angry, not only their lives will be lost, but their families will also be affected.

"Please, let Alta go."

Gibb, who had lost half of his ear, had a complete nervous breakdown at the last moment of the threat of death and begged for mercy.

"Alta can't die, he is dead, everyone present, no one can leave the desert alive, the chief is angry, everyone must die!"

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Thank you, Little Fairy, for the monthly pass.

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