Chapter 635 Four-Armed Rakshasa

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Suddenly, Wang Yan remembered the time when he followed the corpse Taoist and learned to dodge bullets.

Some things cannot be accurately grasped by the naked eye, but the spiritual perception can.

He instinctively slowed down his breathing, allowing himself to quickly enter a state of emptiness, and his spiritual consciousness began to gradually spread outward.

He has practiced this kind of outward expression of perception countless times.

Soon, time around him seemed to slow down. Every grain of sand and every sound became extremely clear. Even the trajectory of the wind was clearly presented in his mind.

Just as he was holding his breath and standing still, a cold breath quietly climbed up his back.

This feeling is intangible, but it is like substance, like the cold tongue of an evil ghost slowly licking his back.

In an instant, a strong sense of crisis rushed into Wang Yan's heart. He felt his scalp was numb and goosebumps all over his body suddenly stood up.

In the midst of this electric light and flint, he almost instinctively grasped the war hammer, took a step across, and naturally turned his body to his side.

I saw a sudden tremor in the empty sand behind me.

A three-meter-long cheetah with a dark body and green eyes, jumped out of the air silently, and grabbed Wang Yan's throat with one claw.

The sharp claws of the cheetah are more than ten centimeters long. The dark light flows at the tips of the claws, and it can be seen that it contains some kind of power that can destroy the field.

This claw can be described as cruel and deadly. If it is grasped firmly, not to mention the throat, even the spine will probably be severed.

Fortunately, Wang Yan had just caught a sense of crisis and instinctively took a step sideways. In an instant, he narrowly missed it by a few centimeters.

But despite this, watching the cold and sharp claws flash past his eyes, his heart almost rose to his throat.

With a "crack" sound, the sharp claws cut across the space, leaving a sharp sound in the air.

Although the grip was not solid, the strong claw wind still caused Wang Yan's clothes to "prick" and split three large holes.

Wang Yan was still frightened, but under his strong fighting instinct, flames burst out all over his body, and layers of flames swirled around him like a whirlpool.

I saw him holding the hammer in both hands and smashing it fiercely. The powerful force caused even the surrounding space to faintly neigh and shake.

"Roar!"

After the cheetah landed, instead of retreating to avoid it, the cheetah roared and instantly transformed into a ferocious bear with dark brown fur and a roaring grin.

This is a truly legendary giant bear. It is seven or eight meters long. It is nearly one-third larger than the Northland Bear King Reynolds, the hunting god in mid-winter. Its ferocious and domineering power makes it look like a ferocious beast from ancient times. A pair of cruel eyes seemed to want to eat Wang Yan alive.

It stood on its hind legs, standing in front of Wang Yan like a hill. Facing the war hammer swung by Wang Yan, it waved its giant palm like a door panel and swatted at Wang Yan's face.

"boom!"

There was a violent sound, like ammunition exploding, and the ground was shaken and trembled. The surging energy, mixed with sand, soil and flames, spread out in all directions with rumbling power.

The youth conference being broadcast live suddenly fell into silence.

Although it only happened in a very short period of time, the instant duel between the strong men made the audience wide-eyed and fascinated, and even the discussion stopped.

In front of the desert oasis, there were no fancy techniques, just strength against force. The strong wind generated was so powerful that the vegetation was crumbling and almost touching the ground.

A few little camels hiding in the grass were so scared that they peed in front of this powerful power. Xiao Huang, who was relatively close to Wang Yan, was directly lifted up by the strong wind and fell into the oasis.

Xiao Huang, who was thrown to the ground and was lying in pieces, screamed loudly and shed tears. Xiao Huang just wanted to be a quiet camel king and begged to be let go.

The two members of the Banshee Alliance, Allison and Lyanna, began to look a little pale.

"I didn't expect Wang Yan's hidden strength to be so strong. This guy is quite kind. He really showed mercy to us just now." Alison said with a hint of gratitude in her tone, then frowned, "It's just that this guy can change into an animal shape. Who is this person? Judging by his power, he must be at least A+ level!"

"He, he is..." Lyanna, who had already figured out who it was, said nervously and with a solemn look, "He is, Arnold Bear!"

"You mean, one of the seven Druid elders of the North American Dark Alliance, Arnold Giant Bear!" Allison's eyes widened when she heard this, "He actually took action himself. Could it be said that the North American Dark Alliance and the Japanese Aligned?"

Xiao Sha's aura followed the wind and sand, blowing across the entire place, and the entire oasis was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.

Under this blow, Wang Yan slid back for more than ten meters before stopping. His arms were sore and aching, reminding him of the terrifying power of his opponent.

"Arnold Bear!!! Is there a secret alliance in North America?" Wang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, instinctively put into a fighting posture, and looked forward.

He remembered that Zhou Zhiyi and others who colluded with the abyss forces were members of the North American Dark Alliance, and even some FBG forces had had connections with them. It seemed that the North American Dark Alliance forces wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge this time.

The smoke in front of me gradually dissipated, and I saw the huge brown bear sliding back for more than ten meters, and then jumped back.

In mid-air, the size of the giant bear changed rapidly.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing an old brown cloak with a pair of strong antlers on his forehead, landing on the sand to Wang Yan's right.

He had a rough brown beard, and he held an ancient vine staff in his left hand. After landing, he laughed calmly, as if he had just exchanged blows with Wang Yan, but it was as simple as waving gently.

"As expected of the Son of Fire, his strength is indeed good." His expression was calm and relaxed, but in fact, he held his numb and painful right hand behind his back.

At the same time, he secretly marveled in his heart, no wonder Zhou Zhi was defeated in his hands. If this kid is not eliminated now, he will definitely become the second Flame Lord of Huaxia Kingdom in the future!

As soon as he finished speaking, two or thirty believers from the North American Secret Alliance quickly gathered behind him, completely blocking Wang Yan's right-hand retreat.

"Haha, Arnold, don't you think the Son of Fire would be more interesting if he had some strength?"

Almost at the same time, a ghostly voice, like cold water, floated over from Wang Yan's left hand.

I saw a middle-aged man with a withered figure, his hands folded across his chest, standing on top of a red centipede that was more than ten meters long and as thick as a water tank, approaching the oasis.

The giant centipede climbed over the sand dunes as if it were walking on the flat ground. A red giant was dripping red, and from the ferocious mouthparts with protruding teeth, there were waves of strange roars of "roaring and roaring".

The middle-aged man standing above it had an ugly appearance and a strange stench. He seemed to have some living thing moving under his Southeast Asian-style robe.

"Master of lowering head, Kazan!"

Wang Yan recognized this outfit and the distinctive Gu insect at a glance, and his face couldn't help but look a little more serious.

Despite Kazan's ugly appearance and frail body, he is one of the very few A+ players in this competition.

Moreover, poison witchcraft is far more than what it seems on the outside. The giant red-headed centipede is just a small means for him to show off. Who knows how many abilities he hides behind his back that outsiders don't know about?

Before the game started, he was able to fight several times with the half-S-level blood wolf Walton, which was the best example.

According to Wang Yan's experience, mysterious superpowers like him are often the most difficult to be careless and the most difficult to deal with.

On this side, Kazan looked calm and unhurried, and he couldn't be more happy to attack China's state power and increase its influence in Southeast Asia.

He also brought dozens of low-level contestants from the Southeast Asian League, slowly walked over, and completely blocked Wang Yan's left side.

For a time, the oasis was blocked on three sides, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the vast desert is now like a dead sea of ​​sand, majestic and quiet, as if nature has frozen time in this moment.

In the oasis, Zhang Weidao and Wu Bujie had their eyes widened and were speechless.

Alison and Lyanna also looked heavy in their eyes. Such a formation was really exaggerated!

There were nearly a hundred people with intermediate and low-level abilities present, with a menacing and formidable aura, like a big hunting net that was slowly tightening.

Moreover, the five people headed by them are all famous and top-notch experts, and two of them have reached the level of A+. Looking at this posture, it doesn't look like they are surrounding Wang Yan alone. It is simply a war!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Just as Elinson and Lyanna were secretly speechless, heavy footsteps came from behind the oasis.

"Someone else is coming!"

The two women turned and looked back, their eyes suddenly widening.

How much trouble has this Son of Flame caused outside? Why is this kind of monster even here?

I saw behind the oasis a three-meter-tall, four-armed man who looked like a black iron tower, walking slowly with heavy steps.

He looks ugly and cruel, with a pair of wide, angry eyes filled with murderous intent. He looks exactly like the grinning evil ghost Rakshasa in the painting!

The exposed chest and back, dark skin, and rough, thick and strong muscles all over the body, especially the four thick arms, are like four rock pillars, as if a single wave can use the power to break gold and stone.

The four broad-bladed swords that symbolized war and destruction in India were held in his hands, and they were swung carelessly while walking, full of power.

"The four-armed Rakshasa of India, Dirang!"

Lyanna was the first to recognize it, "It is said that he was born with four arms and was extremely powerful. He was considered to be the reincarnation of an evil spirit when he was born. The old midwife was frightened to death, and even his biological parents were afraid. Just threw him into the Ganges.”

"But the monster managed to survive and was adopted by an old monk seven days later. It was not until he awakened his power in his youth that the Rakshasa evil spirit became synonymous with him." Lyanna told what she had heard in one breath, " The last thing you should not mess with in India is this monster, he even ate him alive several times when he was angry!"

"You can tell..." Elinson swallowed his thirsty throat and glanced behind Dirang. Sure enough, behind him, dozens of Indian players, holding various weapons, surrounded him little by little. .

Since then, the entire oasis has been completely surrounded, and those in the oasis have become unable to escape.

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