Chapter 347: The end of the wind

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The white wind mass "swallowed" almost everyone around it, and it is still expanding. The boulders on the ground, the beasts weighing several tons, the forest in the distance, the ancient wood uprooted for thousands of years, the walls of some private houses began to crack in the city walls, and the metal street lights on the street were broken off. All of these Things have been rolled into the sky.
"General Tom, hide behind the wall." The middle-aged magician shouted tightly against the inner wall.
Tom walked over to him and asked: "But this magic has no direct lethality. It just blows things up. As long as it is stronger, it can ensure that its body will not be broken, even if it falls from the sky. It will die, how could it be listed as a ban on magic?"
"Because..." the master magician shouted: "Because this is just a preparatory magic, it is to provide the conditions for launching the next stronger magic, if he will! Come down, Master General, you will be injured in a while Yes, don’t waste your power because of this."
"Is there any stronger?" Tom listened to him and believed his words. He stood at the edge of the wall and looked back: "Wind Magic...!"
"The root of the tree king..."
"The crust is sinking..."
"Challenge · Unbreakable Body..."
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Those who are in the wind are also using various methods to prevent themselves from being blown away by the wind. Some have done it, but some have been swept away because of insufficient power.
Scott's general and several guards were also in the storm. They formed a small force field defense, trying to block the wind's invasion: "But..., can make the wind magic so Powerful, except the Great Magus, only the Devil! The intelligence says that Penelope Yangyan is the head of the Emperor's Mercenary Corps, 7S! Is there any other characters in his regiment? "
"If this is the case, we haven't been well in the past. Master, let's go back!"
"Master Scott is also in this storm, if there are still powerful people attacking at this time..."
The ministry would hear them right: "Go, go back!" As they said, a few people had enough strength to run back.
Scott is also judging the tornado's tornado edge, but when the storm first got up, he was sent to the rear by his subordinates with a temporary teleportation array.
After being out of danger, Scott looked at the troops who were upset by the tornado, and shouted: "Immediately question the intelligence department and ask him what is going on here! As early as before the war, I vowed that Yanyang The intelligence of all the generals and important personnel in the city has been clarified, but now we have no such powerful guys! We will inform the cabinet and tell them about the situation here."
The subordinates rarely saw General Scott's students so angry that they were too scared to speak and hurried to do their own thing.
In the Cluj Federation, Scott is also a very famous general, otherwise he will not be appointed as the commander of the Cluj Federation.
A tornado trial, which has been rolled into the sky, has tens of thousands of soldiers and soldiers, not including countless Warcraft. A few kilometers away, including part of Yanyang City, was cleaned up. Only a small number of people used their abilities to prevent themselves from being blown away. However, this nightmare is not over yet.
The core of the storm is the area known as the wind eye, where it will not be raged by the winds around it. The blast stood at the very center of the judgment tornado, looked up, and watched the bright light in the clouds shower down, as if it were the most peaceful touch of holiness in this wild storm.
It's very quiet here, and there's no wind at all. The roaring wind seems to be completely harmful.
Cyclone took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and spit out again, his calm face, no longer the stubborn smile.
Killing is not a happy thing anyway. Even if there is no justice or evil in war, it can't make people happy after all.
Blast is a person who likes freedom. He doesn't like too much killing. That's why he is willing to take on the will of grandpa. When he is a ranger-like thief, he likes the gentleness and sunshine of light wind.
With eyes closed, when strolling in the mountains, smell the slight fragrance of flowers, bees humming, or lying in the flowers, watching the white clouds in the sky slowly drifting past. He likes this, his free and long life is his yearning, and that pleasant and beautiful, only the most beautiful in the presence of peace.
Yes, he likes peace, he doesn't like killing, and he has no more ambitious ambitions, so live the life he likes. But...but...
Do not like it does not mean that he will not! Before he came here, he knew what he would do. Before he came here, he already knew that he would kill many people. He had prepared for this, but he did what he did not like to do! Perhaps he is not a just person, he does not care about his justice.
As soon as the hand was raised... the wind stopped, and a ruthless killing intention flashed in the firm eyes.
Countless people who have been caught up to tens of thousands of meters in height are prepared to withstand the great pain of falling from the height, but at this moment, they know that they never have the opportunity to land on the ground...
"Storm Eyes!" The windy eyes stared terribly, and tens of thousands of clouds in the sky rolled up!
The wind moves from static to static, as if it happened suddenly. In a huge area, all the wind elements are focused on him with the wind as the center point.
"Ah...Ah..." The screams of the heavens sounded in the sky, and everyone on the ground was terrified. The transparent wind blade as thin as a wing of a cicada cuts at a speed of one hundred, one thousand, and ten thousand times per second in the sky for all people, all beasts, and all life-non-life bodies.
The sound of the wind in his ears made everyone dare not believe his eyes. A person who was still crushed in the sky suddenly burst into a sky of blood mist. In the blink of an eye, the strong wind was extremely fast. Inhaled the body of the wind!
In the city, all the remaining objects are cut into countless slices in the blink of an eye, and then can be cut into powder. The thick and solid wall was instantly scratched with countless knife marks. The huge Banshi Lu, like tofu, was cut into blood sauce, and it was gone. There was no cloud in the sky that my eyes could see...
The body of the wind showed elemental transparency, and the center of the abdomen was condensed with a blood-red and dark red wind. This fist-sized wind mass is like a bottomless abyss, endlessly absorbing all the wind elements around it!
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds... It took a minute and a half to pass, and the wind mass did not grow up a little, but instead it was more and more condensed, more and more concentrated, and smaller and smaller... …
As soon as he looked up, the wind was quiet. There was no wind element around, but the translucent blast stood there stupefied stiffly.
In this direction outside Yanyang City, there was no one person, and no enemy. Not only are people gone, grass is gone, trees are gone, flowers are gone, and living animals are gone, the whole ground is bare and naked.
The dark red ball seemed to be calm, but the blast knew that he felt very clearly that the blood cell containing countless lives was spinning at a speed that was difficult to detect with his eyes...
After a while, he slowly took a step back and his body became lighter. He stretched out his hand, gently holding the scarlet wind ball up high, slowly ascending into the air.
One hundred meters, one thousand meters, ten thousand meters..., he stood at an altitude of ten thousand meters, his body turned upside down: "Perfect Storm!"
Under a high-speed dive, his body scattered and became a wind element, which was also entangled by the wind mass.
"What does he want to do? Is there a stronger trick!" After the wind stopped, everyone climbed up to watch the city wall. In the eyes of those great magicians, there was a look of fear.
Seeing that the wind group emitting more and more intense light was getting closer and closer to the ground, but suddenly it was scattered in the air...
‘啌~~! ! ’
It's dark.
A heavy muffled sound was like a heavy drum shaking in my heart. Afterglow in the wilderness for a long time, the burst of the ring-shaped wind wave flew over them in a blink of an eye, and the strong gust that followed immediately flew them all from the city wall and fell to a few meters and thousands of kilometers. In addition, not even Tom.
Fortunately, there is no real killing in this gust, and most people are safe. They came to the wall again, saw the bare scene outside the city, and looked at the whole sky stained with blood mist. Everyone was speechless, and no one knew what to say.
Magician, is this the real magician?
In the wilderness, but did not see the figure of the wind.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the blasted body slowly gathered and formed. He looked up and down at all that he had caused, and gently whispered: "..., the skills that he didn't learn really can't be used, almost killed myself."
This day in the Holy Garden calendar 7403 is a day that will make the coalition of the five nations unforgettable...
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