Chapter 663: Plunder

The hot sand was flying wildly in the wind, and the barren desert was like a golden sea of ​​​​rage. The sand dunes rose and fell like waves, stretching to the end of the world. The scorching sun was hanging high, ruthlessly burning this dead land. The air was twisted and deformed under the high temperature, as if everything in the world was struggling and surrendering in this scorching heat.

In this desperate situation, four figures flashed like ghosts. They were the strongest geniuses of the eighth level of Wuling Heaven - the fierce scarred "Kuang Blade", with eyes like falcons, and sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. The long sword in his hand drank countless blood, and the blade exuded a cold chill. The cold light was like a fierce star flashing in the night sky, which made people afraid; the agile "Fengying", a black dress close to his body, moved as fast as the wind, was good at hiding and raiding, and when he passed by the sand, he left only a faint The faint black shadow was like an erratic ghost in the desert; the stern-faced "Ice Soul" had cold air lingering on his fingertips, and frost condensed wherever he passed, and he could freeze his opponent with extreme cold power. His eyes were like the cold wind on the ice field, cold and ruthless; and the sturdy "Flame Lion" had bulging muscles and a red glow on his skin. Every breath seemed to have a flame burning in his chest, and the high temperature released made the surrounding air restless, as if it was a fire demon walking out of the abyss of hell.

At this time, a team of tired warriors was struggling to trek forward in the desert. Their clothes were tattered, and some places were torn by the wind and sand, revealing skin with bloodstains and bruises. The steps were heavy and dragging, and each step left a deep footprint on the soft sand, as if they had exhausted all their strength. Their faces were full of the hardships and fatigue of the journey, and sweat mixed with sand and dust left dirty marks on their cheeks. The leader was a middle-aged warrior, his eyes were firm but he could not hide the vicissitudes of life. The years had carved deep wrinkles on his face, like a dry riverbed in the desert. He held a slightly mottled long sword tightly in his hand, and the scabbard was scratched. It was the mark left by countless fights with wind and sand and enemies, witnessing the countless battles they had gone through.

"Mad Blade" took the lead and let out a scream like a night owl. The sound broke the silence of the desert, as if it was a declaration of death. His figure instantly turned into a black lightning and rushed to the back of the team. The long sword in his hand dragged out a long cold light, which flashed with cold murderous intent under the scorching sun, and instantly slashed at a young warrior at the end of the team. The warrior widened his eyes in horror, reflecting the rapidly approaching shadow of death in his eyes, and hurriedly raised his sword to block. However, the power of the "Wild Blade" was so strong that there was only a sharp sound of metal collision, and the sword of the young warrior was instantly knocked away. With a crisp sound, the long sword drew an arc in the air and finally disappeared in the vast sea of ​​sand. The long sword slashed across his chest, and a line of blood splashed out, which instantly dried up in the hot air and turned into a dazzling red mark, like a strange flower blooming in the desert.

"Wind Shadow" shuttled through the sand like a ghost, and his figure merged with the yellow sand, almost indistinguishable. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on the flank of the team, with a dagger in his hand flashing with cold light, stabbing at a warrior who was in shock like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. The warrior was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder by the dagger. He immediately screamed, and the scream was torn into pieces in the strong wind. "Fengying" did not give the other party a chance to breathe. He shook his wrist and twisted the dagger violently at the wound. The warrior's scream became more and more shrill, and his body went limp and fell on the sand, raising a cloud of dust.

"Bingpo" snorted coldly, and formed seals with his hands. The water vapor in the air quickly condensed in his palms, turning into ice spikes and shooting at the warrior team like a rain of arrows. Wherever the ice spikes went, the gravel was instantly frozen, making a crisp "crackling" sound, as if the desert was groaning in pain. The warriors in the team waved their weapons to resist, but there were too many ice spikes, and several people were still hit. A warrior's leg was pierced by an ice spike, and the blood oozed out and was quickly frozen. He fell to the ground in pain, but was shivering from the cold ice air. The sound of his teeth chattering was clearly audible in the whistling wind, and his exhaled breath turned into white mist in front of him.

The "Flame Lion" roared, and the sound waves rolled like thunder, shaking the surrounding sand dunes and making them tremble slightly. Sand slid down from the dunes. He strode forward, leaving a deep footprint on the sand with every step. The hot breath spread from him, making the air around him distorted and blurred. After approaching the team, he swung a punch, and the wind of the fist was wrapped in flames, and he pounced on the warriors like a roaring fire dragon. The flames instantly engulfed several warriors who were unable to dodge. They struggled and roared in pain in the fire. Their clothes and hair were quickly burned, emitting a pungent smell that filled the air and made people sick. In a moment, they turned into charcoal-like debris and gradually dissipated in the wind.

Faced with this sudden and fatal attack, the warrior team was immediately in chaos and despair. They ran around, but found that there was no way to escape. They were surrounded by the powerful pressure emitted by these four strongest geniuses. Some warriors tried to resist, but in the face of the absolute difference in strength, their attacks were like an ant trying to shake a tree, and were easily disintegrated. A warrior mustered up his courage and rushed towards the "Crazy Blade" waving his sword, but the "Crazy Blade" dodged his attack with a slight flash, and then slashed his arm at the shoulder with a backhanded blow. The warrior's sword also fell, and he rolled on the ground holding his broken arm, and his blood dyed a large area of ​​sand red.

"Crazy Blade" shuttled freely among the crowd, blood splattered everywhere he passed, and a ferocious smile hung on his face. The smile looked particularly terrifying against the blood, and he enjoyed the pleasure of killing. "Wind Shadow" constantly looks for the enemy's weaknesses, using his agility and deadly dagger to deliver a fatal blow. His figure is like a ghost, making it difficult for people to guard against. "Bing Soul" stood aside and continued to control the ice edge attack, turning the entire battlefield into a cold purgatory. His eyes looked at the killing in front of him indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him. The "Flaming Lion" is like a demon god. Every time he strikes, it is accompanied by flames and death. His roar fills the hearts of the warriors with fear, as if it is the judgment from hell.

During this brutal massacre, the desert seemed to be irritated by the bloody atmosphere. The wind became more and more fierce, and the sandstorm blocked the sky, completely burying this bloody battlefield under the endless yellow sand.

And the four most powerful geniuses from the eighth level of martial arts, after plundering the warriors' belongings and resources, gradually disappeared into the vast sea of ​​sand, leaving only a dead silence and despair, and the bodies slowly buried by the wind and sand. The broken body and broken arms seemed to tell the cruel law of the jungle in this desert, becoming another forgotten bloody past in this desolate world.

"Humph, these losers never know how to look for themselves. How can they rob others quickly?"

In another deserted land, four of the most powerful geniuses from the eighth level of martial arts - Crazy Blade, Feng Ying, Ice Soul and Flame Lion - appeared like ghosts.

They were looking at the plundered supplies with smiles on their faces, especially after discovering the first copper inside. They were talking to each other and sharing the loot.

At this time, a figure came slowly from the distance, it was Li Yang who was on his way. His steps were steady, and every step he took seemed to blend into the desert. His posture was as tall as a pine tree, and his eyes revealed a kind of perseverance and calmness, as if this harsh desert environment was just an ordinary road for him. It cannot affect his determination to move forward. Li Yang was dressed in a black robe, the corners of his clothes rustling in the wind. He was carrying a mysterious Nine Realms Tower. The tower exuded a simple and mysterious atmosphere, and there were faint runes flickering, and those runes seemed to be telling a story. The ancient and powerful power seems to contain endless mystery and majesty.

Seeing this, Crazy Blade took the lead in attacking, letting out a scream like a night owl, piercing the silence of the desert. He rushed toward Li Yang like black lightning, the long knife in his hand raised high, with a wave of With the power of breaking wind, he slashed hard at Li Yang's neck, the sword glowing with cold killing intent under the scorching sun. Li Yang's eyes narrowed, and he dodged sideways without haste. His movements were light and agile, and he easily avoided this sharp blow. The Crazy Blade missed the target, and became angry from shame. He slashed horizontally with his backhand. The blade flashed like a silver sword, and it went straight to Li Yang's waist. The speed was so fast that people were staggering. Li Yang's figure was agile, he tapped his feet lightly, and stepped back like a willow catkin. At the same time, his right hand quickly reached out, his fingers came together, and he accurately clamped the tip of the Crazy Blade, making it unable to move. Crazy Blade drew the knife hard, only to find that the long knife seemed to be clamped by iron pliers, motionless, with a look of surprise and fear on his face.

Seeing that the Crazy Blade couldn't attack for a long time, Feng Ying snorted coldly and turned into a black shadow and pounced from the side. The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, stabbing Li Yang's back like a poisonous snake spitting a message, as fast as lightning streaking across the night sky. As if there were eyes on his back, Li Yang turned around suddenly, made a fist with his left hand, and punched Feng Ying with a whistling sound. This punch seems simple, but it contains huge power. The wind of the punch roars, and the surrounding air seems to be compressed by this punch. Feng Ying couldn't avoid it, so he had to use his dagger to block it. Just hearing a muffled sound, Feng Ying felt an overwhelming force coming from him. His body flew backwards uncontrollably, drawing a deep ravine on the sand. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale. Paper, his eyes were full of disbelief and shock.

Seeing that his companion was frustrated, Bingpo quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something in his mouth, and a hint of viciousness in his eyes. In an instant, the water vapor in the surrounding air quickly condensed, and a large amount of water vapor appeared out of thin air in the originally dry desert air. Under the control of Bing Po, this water vapor turned into countless ice edges and shot towards Li Yang like a rain of arrows. The ice edges shone with cold light, and each one was extremely sharp, as if it could easily penetrate steel. Li Yang looked calm, danced his hands, and the spiritual power surged in his body, forming an invisible shield in front of him. The ice edges hit the shield, making a crackling sound, and shattered and scattered on the ground, turning into crystal ice ballast, shining with colorful light under the sunlight. Li Yang took advantage of the situation and took a step forward. The magic formula in his hand changed, and a golden spiritual light shot out from his palm and went straight towards Bing Po. This golden light was extremely fast, and wherever it passed, the air was burned and slightly distorted. Bing Po was shocked and hurriedly summoned an ice wall to resist. The golden light hit the ice wall. Numerous cracks appeared in the ice wall instantly, and it collapsed suddenly. The ice soul was also shocked by the aftermath and retreated repeatedly. His face was pale, his eyes were filled with fear, and his body was shaking slightly. It was obviously affected by Li Yang's powerful strength. Shock.

The Flame Lion saw the miserable state of his companions and roared with a roaring sound, shaking the surrounding sand dunes and causing sand to slide down from the dunes. He was covered in flames, as if he had turned into a giant of fire. Every inch of his skin was wrapped in flames, and the flames emitted a scorching heat as they jumped, making people feel as if they were in a furnace. He pounced on Li Yang fiercely, leaving a deep fire pit on the sand with every step. The scorching breath instantly melted the surrounding sand into glass, forming a strange and terrifying scene. Li Yang was not afraid at all. He took a deep breath, and the Nine Realms Tower behind him suddenly emitted a strong humming sound, as if it was a sleeping giant awakened. The tower slowly flew up and hovered above Li Yang's head. The runes flickered and shone brightly. Each rune seemed to contain mysterious power, and the runes intertwined with each other to form a powerful energy field.

Li Yang put his hands together and shouted: "Suppress!" The sound resounded throughout the desert and echoed for a long time.

"Boom!!"

The Nine Realms Tower instantly spun, the speed getting faster and faster, and a strong suction force surged from the bottom of the tower. Crazy Blade, Wind Shadow, Ice Soul and Flame Lion only felt an irresistible force pulling them, and their bodies flew into the tower involuntarily.

"Ah!"

"The strongest treasure under the immortal!"

"Damn it!"

"Save me!"

They struggled in fear, trying to break free from this force. Crazy Blade waved his long knife, trying to cut off the suction force. Wind Shadow flashed and fled everywhere. Ice Soul condensed ice walls to try to block it, and Flame Lion released a stronger flame to burn this force, but everything was in vain. The figures of the four people became smaller and smaller, and were finally sucked into the Nine Realms Tower. With a flash of light, the tower returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

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For a while, the wind in the desert was still strong, but the bloody battle atmosphere gradually dissipated. Li Yang stood there, looking deeply at the Nine Realms Tower, with a hint of relief and relief in his eyes.

After a moment, he waved his hand gently, and the Nine Realms Tower slowly flew back to his hand and landed quietly on his back again.

"So many bronzes, it's worth fighting!"

Li Yang straightened his clothes and smiled as he opened the four very powerful enemy storage magic weapons, his eyes slightly bright. (End of this chapter)