The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

Sang's expression didn't change from the beginning to the end, but his answer was unceremonious.

"There's always a way."

Looking at the motorcycle that was about to catch up, San looked at Midir whose speed had reached the limit, and the blue magic covered the vehicle.

Powerful magic weapons, the speed of the enchanted battery car increased again, and the distance was opened at a rather abnormal speed.

Xi almost fell, but managed to stabilize her body.

Zuo Le shouted in disbelief.

"It's an origin stone skill!"

Not reconciled.

The motorcycle will be left behind by the battery?

"Damn it!"

He could only watch helplessly as the prisoner walked away.

At this moment, Taihe finally caught up to appear behind him, and patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"It's okay son, I came here to slow you down."

"what?"

"The Celestial Master is about to make a move."

Xi immediately realized.

"Hey, the Celestial Master is coming, it's coming."

San glanced up.

I was accustomed to nodding, and the magic power condensed in an instant, forming a small black ball.

He threw it into the air without looking back.

The sphere grew instantly, forming a space crack with a unique force field.

But in an instant, thunder rang out, and the sky thunder, which was enough to wipe out a mountain peak, fell like a sharp gun, but was distorted in the middle, attracted to the position where the black ball was floating, and was engulfed in the gravitational force of the closed space.

Yuzhang, who was about to hide in the painting, opened his mouth wide.

"Why are you so proficient?"

"The more you practice, the more you create spells."

He also suffered from the thunder and lightning during the battle against Wuming at the beginning of the year. After facing the incarnation at the end of the King Hunting War, he also learned the Sunshine Gun used by King Wuxin to hunt dragons in the past. After that, he never bothered about thunder and lightning.

"I ask you, where does this road lead to?"

"Ah, it's Shangshu, but it's just passing by. The dungeon where Youmu is located is even further away."

And on the gazebo of Yinfeng in the Shangshu area, a woman who was drinking and composing a poem suddenly raised her eyebrows slightly.

Suddenly a premonition came to mind.

Chapter 122: Huai Tianpei

After running at high speed for several hours, the distance has already exceeded a hundred miles, leaving all the officials at Si Sui Tai behind.

At this moment, Midil, who had reached the limit, made a clicking sound, and the engine caught fire and looked like it was about to explode.

"repair."

The magic of light came on in time, Zai Xi's eyes were already so numb that he could see no surprise, and the battery car suddenly returned to its original appearance.

"You can even control time...how many things do you know?"

Sang didn't answer, but asked in a self-talking manner.

"How many miles are there in Shangshu?"

"It's already halfway through. With your speed, you can arrive within today."

"That's a moving city, how do you judge the distance?"

Xi Huahua combed out the blown messy hair, and said angrily.

"Induction, my eldest sister is in that city, so I can barely feel the general direction."

At this time, a crow flew in the sky, but Tong Tong caught Sang's eyes.

Xi just happened to be keenly aware of it.

"The ancestor of Li Boli in your painting before, who is yours?"

"It's just teachers and friends... I actually feel a little bit sad, it's the influence of the sarcophagus."

Looking back on those hundred years, compared to Lastia, Dax, and Sophia, Palotas did not spend much time with him, and the interval between meetings was long until he was fully mature, but the follow-up brings influence is the most important.

If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have realized that time was running out and chose to embark on the path of the ancient dragon. With his lack of strength, he would probably be defeated in the king hunter war against him in the future.

At this time, a small village appeared in front of the two of them, and the inn on the roadside smelled alluring wine, but Sang Xi and the two of them didn't have much food needs, so they simply planned to pass by through the jungle.

But the clerk who happened to come out suddenly shouted and stopped the two of them.

"Hey, two handsome men and beautiful women, it's getting late, why don't you stay in the inn? It's dangerous here at night, and there are often tigers roaming the mountains. Just now, a drunk man refused to listen to me and forced himself out. Maybe we will find the leftover corpse tomorrow morning."

"Yan people don't lie to Yan people, how about staying here today—"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them drove past with a whimper.

"I'm not from Yan Kingdom."

"I'm not human."

There are only two inexplicable words left.

"Hey, it's hard to persuade the dead ghosts. Why are there three more today? I hope they are all right."

Driving to the mountains, Sang stopped the car.

Naturally, it wasn't because of a mere big bug, even Xi would not be afraid of wild beasts in the mountains.

But what about the man who beat the tiger alive with his fists?

In front of you is a wonderful picture.

An ancestor of the film race, a strong man who looked like a martial arts practitioner. When he looked like a giant tiger weighing half a ton was under him, he raised his fist the size of a sandbag and beat him until his mouth, eyes and nose were up and down. All spilled blood.

Sang immediately saw that it had two brushes.

Xi, on the other hand, could vaguely see the shadow of her elder brother, that kind of martial appearance.

At the same time, the strong man also noticed the two of them.

He only took a look at Xi's body, and he lost interest all of a sudden, instead he stared at Sang eagerly.

"Your breath is interesting... Let's fight!"

As soon as they meet, they are an invitation to fight, and at first glance, they are full-fledged wranglers.

Xi curled her lips, hummed softly, and then turned her head.

"I read it wrong, it's a savage."

San stopped the car.

Even if it happened suddenly, he never cared about it.

He had seen too many enemies in that world to attack without saying a word.

"Huai Tianpei, there is no sect, please grant—"

Teaching words is not spoken.

The tiger's eyes widened in an instant, the muscles all over his body tensed, and all the last bit of alcohol turned into cold sweat at this moment.

"Are you awake?"

"...This knife really hurts, no matter what, just wake up."

evening:? ? ?

What happened?Haven't played yet?

San opened his mouth to explain at this time.

"I slashed nine times, and the illusion also interfered, but you blocked almost all of them. It's amazing."

The strength is probably more than three pulls, and at least one champion in Casimir's arena.

"It's still missing, on the shoulder, I'm not used to your strange demon technique, come again, cut again!"

Sang stretched out his thumb, posing with his empty hand as if holding a sword.

"Okay, let's cut it again."

Huai Tian Pei Qing gritted his teeth and showed an angry expression. He jumped up and pulled into the space like a tiger descending a mountain, and a quick Beng Fist, which contained the simplicity of martial arts, was shot out like a cannonball with a violent sonic boom.

Sang moved away sideways at a faster speed, but Huai Tianpei did not change the direction of his fists. Compared with his feelings, he chose to fully trust the Wu in his body.

Standing still, the illusion control failed again.

But as soon as the light shone, the fist passed by his side.

"what?!"

The next moment, extremely fast and accurate, the pressure instantly appeared on his face, and the huge force directly crushed him to the ground, and sharp pain appeared on his face.

"Slash the back of the knife, it's over."

Sang withdrew his gestures and got on Midier again.

Huai Tianpei fell to the ground and was silent for a long time, before speaking in a slightly displeased way.

"Another sorcery?"

Similar to the method of shrinking the ground, at the moment when the fist was about to hit, Sang directly moved a few centimeters to the left.

"You obviously don't have to play tricks."

"This is faster."

Sang's answer was straightforward.

He is a warrior, but not a warrior or a knight, he is a pragmatist who just wants to win.

"Fast? I understand. I'm not fast enough. As long as I can punch faster... Hey, what's your name?"

"San, a passing traveler."

"Where are you going?"

"Shangshu, the end point is Yumen."

"Oh, interesting, same as me."

When Sang heard the gaze cast here, Huai Tianpei also spoke quite straightforwardly.

"My foster brother entrusted someone to bring me a letter, saying that there have been monsters in Shangshu recently. I hope I can help him and introduce a master to me afterwards. I didn't expect to meet you like this on the way. people."

Even if he is not a warrior, Huai Tianpei can still feel that the martial arts accumulated in Sang's body is extremely profound.

"Next time we meet, let's fight again."

"It depends."

San started the engine and drove away.

Xi complained about the inexplicable fight from the beginning to the end.

"Where did this weirdo come from?"

"Pure warriors are rare."

In his world where most people are fighting for their mission, such people are even rarer and almost extinct. He has a rare focus.

A person who keeps walking on one road just to achieve one thing, because the later him is also similar, so I can understand it.

"This kind of road can only accommodate myself alone."