$909 Save George Project (27) In the Middle of the Pollution Hedge…
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The deep blue Atlantis pollution appeared with An Xuefeng like a mighty tsunami. The noisy sound of waves disturbed the hymn to the sun. The deep blue cold waves lowered the sharply rising temperature. The falcon raised by An Xuefeng fiercely suppressed the golden eagle carrying the golden sun on the head of the sun scepter, suppressing the pollution of the Sun Gate from all aspects.
As soon as An Xuefeng appeared, the pollution of the Sun Gate, which had been raging in Babylon and almost eroded this journey of 30 degrees north latitude, instantly lost its arrogant momentum. The deep blue pollution occupied nearly half of the "territory", allowing everyone present to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and they were shocked by the powerful strength that An Xuefeng had burst out.
To be honest, An Xuefeng hadn't used his full strength for many years, and the reason was self-evident. Even though the reputation of the first traveler recognized by the hotel remains unchanged, as the only pioneer who has traveled two trips to the 30th parallel north, there is still a kind of darkness and confusion in this strength, which makes people worry about how long his spirit can last. Even if he is connected with the tour guide, and even when everyone in Iceland realized that this is most likely a deep connection, some people who are not closely related to the return journey and have not followed the Sahara before can't help but speculate in their hearts.
But now these speculations are swept away! The playful man killed the black widow George in seconds, snatched the white dove from the back of the dream chaser dragon, smashed the dragon horn of the lizard duke with a scepter, and the pollution of the Sun Gate swept across Babylon. The strength has already shown a fault-level strength. In this strength, An Xuefeng is not weak at all. The battle between them is so fierce that it is frightening, and just watching is almost suffocating.
After picking up the long knife of the scepter, An Xuefeng was aggressive like a blood-sucking beast, and took the lead in launching an attack. His eyes were as deep and cold as the deepest sea, and the blade was cold and splashing. The blue Atlantis pollution was instantly transformed from the binding chains into a raging sea, and the fishy and cold waves were splashing, trying to extinguish the sun! However, the playful man did not retreat but advanced, ignoring the blade on the way back. The narrow knife of the scepter went straight to the throat of An Xuefeng. The next moment, a sun tattoo suddenly appeared at An Xuefeng's throat, which was almost the same as the sun pattern that encircled the claws of the white dove Wei Xun.
The pollution of the Sun Gate was attracted by the sun, and Wei Xun had not yet really opened up the journey of 30 degrees north latitude to control the pollution of his own journey. Even if he realized the danger of the sun pattern on the claws, he could not completely solve it in such a short time. Enjoying the benefits of deep connection always requires taking the risks of connection. The playful man has not detonated the sun pattern on the claws of the white dove for this moment!
"Keng!"
The next second, the narrow scepter blade was blocked by the returning return blade and could not pierce An Xuefeng's throat, completely detonating the sun. However, such a close distance had already made the sun tattoo agitated and chaotic, and the skin and flesh under the tattoo were torn and bleeding, with a hidden explosion potential. Even an unstable explosion could blow off An Xuefeng's neck and throat. But An Xuefeng was as calm as a killing machine, and there was no ripple in his eyes. With Wei Xun's advance reminder in a secret chat, An Xuefeng had been on guard. He saw that after the return blade picked up the narrow scepter blade again, he turned the blade and the dark orange return blade pierced the bloody throat flesh and lifted it up--
Chi!
With a slight sound, the flesh was torn and blood flowed. The return blade cut off the fate of the return, allowing An Xuefeng to escape from the return path that broke his throat, and actually picked out the sun pattern that was about to explode from the flesh and blood. The throat of An Xuefeng, who had a strong recovery ability, quickly healed and only a vertical blood mark remained.
"Boom--!!"
The sun pattern that was picked up by the Returning Sword exploded in the air, and the golden, red and scarlet pollution burst out, like a red glow trailing on the ground, like a sun firework explosion, extremely gorgeous but extremely terrifying, the explosion pollution air waves surged in all directions, and the onlookers were frightened.
"Shit, is this still a human?"
The werewolf Walker muttered and cursed. At present, the Babylon pollution has been forced to a tiny bit by the Sun Gate and Atlantis, and it will no longer affect the voice. But not many people who gathered to watch spoke, and they all opened their eyes to feel this peak fierce battle, especially the Lizard Duke, who couldn't help swinging his tail and clenching his iron fist. Compared with the Hipster who has more output in the long-range spirit, An Xuefeng made him more excited, and he wanted to push the Hipster away to fight with the first traveler. At their level, only the highest level of fighting can make him progress faster.
But the Lizard Duke still suppressed his will to fight and returned to the Dream Chaser. George Salmon, who was hidden by the puppet master, has been exposed. There is no need for him to act in this sweet water abyss anymore. Especially since An Xuefeng's Atlantis pollution keeps pouring into this abyss, madly absorbing the remaining power of Bingyi and entangled and fused, and has a strong sense of territory, and even showed aggression towards the Duke of Lizard and Cen Qin slices in the water, which is really unrecognizable.
Duke of Lizard knew that this was the instinctive reaction of the travelers in the connection, especially when fighting with enemies with a large amount of pollution, the power outside of control will instinctively look for their guides, trying their best to entangle and relieve their spirits, so as to maintain the peak combat state. Of course, this instinct can also be restrained, but it is very difficult. The Silver Moon Killer with a moderate connection is annoying enough, and it is understandable that An Xuefeng with a deep connection has a stronger desire for aggression. The Atlantis pollution is even more unreasonable, so Duke of Lizard can only curse in his heart, while retreating to the back from the Sweet Water Abyss closer to the battlefield with a cold face.
But even if they retreated to the rear, there was no peace. Sunbird Bingyi was right here. The surging Atlantis pollution was fighting fiercely with the Sun Gate pollution surrounding it. This posture was no weaker than the front-line battle. Because there was no control from the master, it lost some twists and turns and became more direct and rough. In other words, it was pulling wildly, making the sunbird surrounded by the sun and then sliding into the sea. It was so messy that even the Lizard Duke couldn't stand it.
Considering the friendship these days, when we return to the hotel, the Lizard Duke will have to warn Bingyi a few words, don't give the tourists too much face, and you should train them hard when you need to, otherwise, when you are fighting, his power will come over and affect you. What's the matter? Also, don't think about the past too much. Family affection in the hotel is not as safe as the deep connection of controlling the soul. The big tour guide should also consider the feelings of the tourists, otherwise you can feel his depression all the time. Isn't that annoying?
It's not that Bingyi should be left alone, but it's hard to balance the fierce battle over there. There must be a trade-off... huh? ?
The next second, something incredible happened to the Duke of Lizard. In the fierce tug of half of the pollution from the Sun Gate and half of the pollution from Atlantis, Sun Bird Bingyi was actually calm with his eyes slightly closed, and was faintly immersed in enlightenment! No, what is your enlightenment? There is still a fierce battle over there, and you have already leveled the water in this pollution hedge? ?
The Duke of Lizard couldn't understand it. Wei Xun didn't think that he could have enlightenment in the pollution hedge at first. As soon as he came into contact with the pollution from Atlantis, Wei Xun felt as if he was constantly bound and eroded by the surging, greedy and cold waves, but the deep connection made this polluted wave not only dangerous to him, but also more familiar and safe, like a dark, damp and ambiguous nest built specifically for him. Coupled with the realization when he was surrounded by the pollution from the Sun Gate just now, Wei Xun suddenly understood the sun more deeply.
The sun gods in so many mythological systems may be different, but many myths have one thing in common, that is, the sun mostly rises from the abyss of the sea at sunrise and falls into the sea at sunset. Obviously one is hot and the other is cold, one is bright and the other is dark, but the deep sea can become the sun's nest and the sun's home. In a trance, Wei Xun vaguely felt that the pollution of Atlantis had penetrated into his body, just like the cool sea water. And in this sea water pollution, the Babylonian sun authority that he had not been able to perfectly integrate was actually integrated a little more, and the sun authority that was almost integrated before was more harmonious inside.
He vaguely realized that finding the commonality of the sun would help him integrate the sun authority of various pantheons around the world, and it would allow him to become the sun in a broad sense faster. But now is really not the time for perception, and Wei Xun opened his eyes again after half a minute. The sound of quicksand sounded from his ears, and Wei Xun looked up and saw the dream chaser spreading sand around him without hesitation, allowing the pollution of the Sahara to accumulate between the sun gate and the deep sea pollution, forming a small sand nest.
Wei Xun has the butterfly fragments of the ancient oasis. As the same journey of 30 degrees north latitude appeared in the Sahara, the butterfly fragments of the ancient oasis are also somewhat resistant to the pollution of the Sahara, which is relatively safe for Wei Xun. The dream chaser is worried about him. The sunbird made a soft chirp, and when the crystal dragon lowered its head in nervous worry, it rubbed the dragon's cheek intimately, and then commanded it to carry itself and carry it to the puppet master and the golden half-cooked salmon.
An Xuefeng and the playful people fought too hard. The two pollutions of 30 degrees north latitude rushed into the Babel Tower like they were desperate. How could the Babel Tower withstand this? At present, it was Apsu Wei Xun, who had a connection with both pollutions, who supported the Babel Tower, but this shaky journey could not last too long. Before it completely collapsed and destroyed, the Black Widow had to be resurrected first. With her waiting for Babel to be destroyed and then resurrecting George, it would be more certain to seize the Babel Tower. The fundamental key to this duel is still in the Tower of Babel and the petals, as well as the indescribable source of pollution.
Especially now is a good time, the battle between Ximingren and An Xuefeng is escalating and becoming more and more intense. The old opponent knew the depth of the enemy as soon as they came into contact, and they did not test it directly. Ximingren was too fast, and the devil's wings avoided the blade in a moment. He flew high, recalled the embarrassed Golden Eagle Jinyang and gathered it into a complete scepter. It is always the advantage to be high above and low.
But An Xuefeng also has wings. I saw a pair of golden wide wings growing from behind his shoulder blades, and he flew high into the sky with his wings flapping. This wing is not as light as the wings of other angels, but it is full of stagnation and heaviness. The rustling gold powder falls with every flap of the wings. Looking closely, it is not gold powder, but golden gravel!
The gravel of the pyramid, the same pollution at 30 degrees north latitude. It didn't matter that the speed of the Sand Wings made of yellow sand could not catch up with the Demon Wings with ghost magic patterns. The waves covered the earth, and the yellow sand was swept across the sky by the wind that came from nowhere. For a moment, the "sky" full of scarlet sunlight was covered with a layer of dim shadows. An Xuefeng was using his own method to fight back against the enemy, and he wanted to win the game by directly confronting the erosion at the pollution level of 30 degrees north latitude!
But the next second, the playful man put away the sun scepter, and a huge black sickle appeared in his hand that An Xuefeng had never seen before.
This sickle was made of unknown material, and there were large and small black skulls hanging on it. The moment it was taken out, a cold pressure spread, and an ominous smell of blood was revealed, which made An Xuefeng feel suppressed!