Chapter 330 One of the backhands! Powerful [Heroic Spirit Guard]
The man's fingers were bloody and bloody, as if he had endured unimaginable torture.
But his eyes were indifferent.
He looked at the woman who was going away, and seemed to feel Furlong's breath, but it was a little strange.
So he shook his head and put Antova and Xiao Nuomi behind him.
Then look at the star-level existence.
"Let's go, this is Azan's territory." His hands naturally dropped to his sides, his nails were completely broken, and his fingertips were bloody and bloody.
However, his eyes were as dazzling as stars.
"Who are you? I've never heard of a person like you in Azane." The star-level powerhouse landed on the ground, with a slender whip in his left and right hands.
"It seems that you are not from a secondary plane... that's good... so that Master Lin Ke can know your identity."
The man with the broken fingers looked at the Star Glory level indifferently.
"Haha, are you the only one? Level 19? Level 19 and you want to face me?" The star-level being holding a whip sensed the aura from the other side and his face was full of disdain.
This is in Nasenge, and there is a huge difference between each level, let alone after level fifteen.
The gap between level 19 and level 20 is wider than the gap between level 1 and level 19.
"That's me." The man said calmly: "I am a follower of Master Lin Ke, [Heroic Spirit Guard] Qingcha.
Qingcha looked at the man and suddenly felt an aura rising from his body.
In the process, the wall behind him suddenly trembled slightly.
Wall of Azan!
This wall is densely engraved with the crooked Nasung lingua franca.
Every brick has a person's name!
And behind these names, they represent the heroes who have passed away!
"Azaan's heroic spirits, protect Azaan again." The white light in Qingcha's eyes burst out, and the energy burst out from his body and gathered into the wall behind him.
Sensing the vague crisis, the star-level being no longer waited, and waved the long whip with both hands at the same time.
Waves of ripples suddenly emitted from the long whip, strangled towards Qingcha.
"Tea."
At this moment, a vague figure emerged from the wall tiles.
This was a man wearing the uniform of an Azan male soldier. The first thing he did when he came out of the brick wall was to call his lover's name. Qingcha's body trembled, but he did not look back.
The heroic spirit didn't say much, but came to Qingcha's side first and turned into the armor on Qingcha's body.
The attack of the star-level being didn't come close at all, and was dispersed by Qingcha's wave of his hand.
Immediately afterwards, one after another heroic spirits walked out of the wall bricks and turned into the power of Qingcha.
The scent of tea has been rising, and it has been elevated to the star level.
"Have you been a star for a long time? Haha." The star-level enemy sneered, and the double whips once again made a mysterious trajectory, as if two big snakes were biting him.
Qingcha raised his right hand, and a red light rose from his palm, forming a sword, and his left hand regenerated into a shield.
Red, that is the color of Azan!
"Azan is not afraid of fighting." Qingcha flew up with a sword and shield. Behind him, there was a steady stream of heroic spirits. Qingcha wanted to fight in close quarters, but the star-level being waved his whip flexibly.
, firmly resisting the tea in the distance.
At the same time, the mysterious woman who was supposed to have gone away just now returned at some point, with a thick wave of blood and an astonishing evil aura, as if many creatures had died under her knife.
Qingcha glanced at the mysterious woman and was surprised to find that
"Mrs. Furlong!" Qingcha exclaimed.
The mysterious woman over there raised her head, her face was so blurry that it was impossible to tell what she looked like.
But the tea can be felt from the smell.
"Fight the enemy." Fulong spoke concisely and to the point, a voice came out from her faceless face, and then the blood wave that followed her enveloped Xinghui.
Qingcha calmed his mind and didn't care about why Fulong, who was usually soft and weak in his impression, suddenly transformed into a sixteenth-level strong man.
Now, fight the enemy well!
One by one, heroic spirits jumped out from the wall of stars. Gradually, heroic spirits even came out of the land.
They defended Min Weida during their lifetime, and after their death, they turned into heroic spirits and guarded the star.
This is one of the basic abilities of [Heroic Spirit Guard], summoning heroic spirits to fight against foreign enemies!
"Hmph." The Azane-level enemy waved his long whip, preventing Fulon and Qingcha from getting close within ten meters.
Seeing this, Qingcha pulled away and came back, pointing towards the Xinghui class: "The Xinghui Judgment!"
Immediately, the endless heroic spirits in his body roared out, and each one of them rushed towards the Azan-class with a determined expression.
The star-level man looked startled, and the long whip once again vibrated with layers of ripples covering his body.
Furlong also threw the blade in his hand towards the star-level man's head at this moment.
The knife was neither long nor big, and looked like a slightly longer dagger.
The short sword flew out and even cut through the ripples of the long whip wielded by the star-level man.
Two big moves came at once, and the star-level man's expression became calm.
He threw a moldy orange out of his arms, put it in his mouth and took a bite, then took out a reed-like wooden needle and spit it out towards Furlong.
Drops of dark green liquid flew out from it, hitting Fulon's flying dagger, and actually stopped the dagger that cut through the space.
knife.
The drop of liquid solidified in the air, neither moving forward nor retreating, but the dagger fell after a stalemate for a long time. Then, the drop of dark green liquid flew in the direction of Furlong like a wolfdog smelling prey.
Shoot away.
There was no trace of panic in Furlong's movements, and he waved at the thrown dagger. At the same time, the blood waves around him rolled out, blocking the drop of liquid, and he fought and retreated.
On the other side, the star-level man directly held two long whips in his right hand and swung them hard at the roaring heroic spirit: "Wind Imprisonment!"
A mysterious law swayed out from the whip, but the heroic spirits were not affected at all.
The Xinghui-level man raised his eyebrows upon seeing this, and was about to attack again, but saw Qingcha pointing at him from a distance again: "That Xinghui Hell
Suddenly, illusory arms protruded from the ground and grabbed the legs of the Xinghui-level man.
The star-level man ignored him and did not fly into the sky. Instead, a dense magic shield appeared on his body. "I will leave you behind for Master Lin Ke to deal with." Qingcha looked indifferent, but two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, those arms rushed out even more crazily and grabbed the legs of the Xinghui-level man.
Those layers of protective shields seemed illusory and special, unable to stop those arms at all.
At the same time, the heroic spirits also arrived, and one by one they jumped on the star-level man and passed through him.
The body solidified a little in the process, but the man's face became pale.
This star-level man suddenly panicked: "This... this is not the undead! This is not the soul! My law! No.
"I said, they are heroic spirits, not undead." Qingcha wiped the blood and tears on his face: "They have Min Weida's aura on them. How can you stop the undead with the same method you use to block the undead?"