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Chapter 9 Eye of the Wind

"Sand hyena!" Gordon's heart sank. Sand hyenas are ordinary desert animals, not even ferocious beasts. But travelers walking in the desert would rather encounter ferocious beasts than sand hyenas because they always live in groups.

Go out and chase the prey to death.

The killing happened again.

More than three hundred sand hyenas greedily pounced on the child slaves, attacking from all sides, biting and tearing them with teeth and claws. The child slaves screamed and howled, and struggled to death in a pool of blood. Only some people hiding in the thorn bushes survived.

Several teenagers who panicked and fled in the direction of Gordon, with more than a dozen hyenas chasing behind them, making snarling roars.

"They will attract the sand hyenas." Gordon immediately climbed out of the sand pit, picked up a long thorn stick, and lay down behind the thorn wall. The thorn stick quietly stretched forward.

Those people ran close to the thorn wall, and Gordon poked it gently. The thorns tripped the young man at the front, and several others were tripped by the young man and fell into a gourd rolling on the ground.

The hyenas pounced on them one after another, and Artai turned his head sadly, unable to bear to look any further.

A sand hyena noticed something strange and circled around the thorn wall, trying to get in. After a while, several more sand hyenas came over, clawing at the thorns with their claws, and pairs of green eyes flashing fiercely.

Artest held his breath and pressed the side of his face against the rough gravel. He saw Gordon's expression was calm and steady as a rock. His eyes passed over Gordon and saw a narrow line of starry sky in the gap between the thorn bushes.

Starlight shone into Atai's eyes, and he suddenly remembered a summer night in the past: the starry sky was very high and bright, as if countless gold coins were shining. He sat under the old oak tree at the entrance of the village, blinking at the stars. Adu stood

From the top of the tree, I waved my arms to the sky and shouted:

"I want to earn as many gold coins as stars!"

"I want to be the strongest warrior knight!"

"I want to marry Ana!"

The wind and sand blew by, blurring Atai's eyes.

A high-pitched roar sounded, that was the voice of the Sand Hyena King. All the Sand Hyenas hurriedly gathered and left without looking back.

Several of the bitten child slaves were stunned and couldn't believe that the sand hyena actually gave up the delicious food in their mouths.

"Something's wrong! Let's go!" Gordon thought for a moment and said to Artest. He rushed out of the thorn bush and ran westward, even leaving his scimitar behind. This time, he tried his best and ran for his life.

The technique of breathing is like the roaring waves undulating.

Artest almost couldn't keep up with Gordon. As he ran, he asked out of breath: "Brother, why are you running? Didn't you say that traveling at night is dangerous?"

Gordon asked back: "Why did the sand hyena run away?"

Ataiqi said: "I'm not a sand hyena, how could I know?"

Gordon said: "Because a more terrifying guy is coming, the hyena is scared away!"

Artai was surprised: "You can actually understand animal language! Brother, is there this in the book?"

Gordon stiffened again, and just as he was about to speak, wind and sand poured into his mouth, choking him and causing him to cough.

His heart tightened, and he turned around to look far away. The thorn bushes were swaying violently in the wind, the gravel was crackling, and dust and smoke were flying everywhere.

"It's a sandstorm!" Gordon's pupils suddenly shrank, "The sandstorm is coming!"

Artest gasped: "There is no place to hide!"

The wind became more and more fierce, and large tracts of gravel were swept into the air. As Gordon ran, he glanced around, looking for caves where beasts could hide. But the wind and sand filled his field of vision, and the surrounding area was blurry, and nothing could be seen clearly. Gordon

I can only keep running forward.

"Bang!" Artest hit something and fell to the ground. Gordon ignored it and ran forward on his own. Now he didn't have to waste his energy on killing people. But he didn't run far, and the strong wind pulled his legs and feet, and let out

The roar like a giant beast made him stagger around.

"Brother, there is a big tree here!" Artest shouted.

Gordon staggered back and vaguely saw a thick poplar tree isolated in the wind, its branches dancing wildly.

The cannon fodder finally played a role. "Follow me!" Gordon shouted to Artest. He quickly pulled off his clothes and pants, tore them into long strips, knotted them tightly, connected them into ropes, and tied himself tightly to the tree trunk.

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Above their heads, the wind and sand covered the starry sky, and the storm rolled out several small whirlpools. The sand and dust were like thick clouds swirling around the vortex, as if the end of the world was coming.

"Brother, you are so smart!" Artest shouted, the two faced each other, hugged the poplar tree, and held each other's hands.

The hurricane is sweeping in from afar with waves of sand, and the sandstorm is coming!

"Bang bang!" Pillars of sand rose into the sky one after another, and the rolling sand waves covered the sky and the earth. The air seemed to have exploded into a stormy sea, and the sand and gravel rolled violently, surging layer by layer.

A piece of sandstone was picked up by the hurricane and thrown high into the sky. The poplar tree kept shaking and its branches and leaves were broken. The hard sandstone hit Gordon like a rainstorm, causing pain and numbness. The sand and dust swirled around, covering his head and face. Gao Deng

Close your eyes tightly and shake your head straight to prevent flying sand from clogging your nostrils.

Gradually, the swirling gravel covered most of their bodies.

Suddenly, Gordon "saw" a small green-yellow vortex appearing in the sandstorm! It was shaped like an olive, the size of a thumb, spinning dizzyingly, sometimes soaring high, sometimes flying straight down, and once even brushed against the top of a poplar tree.

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This is not something that can be seen with the naked eye, but is derived from Gordon's inspired insight.

It's the eye of the storm!

The eye of the storm is listed as one of the anomalies in the world. It can be called a treasure of cultivation. It is priceless but has no market. Only in natural disasters such as sandstorms, tsunamis, tornadoes, etc., the eye of the wind occasionally appears, with a probability of less than one in a billion. It is famous in history.

Several assassins have swallowed the eye of the wind and gained ghost-like speed.

The eye of the storm that Gordon saw was born from a sandstorm, so its color was green with yellow, giving off a dry and hot atmosphere.

He suddenly felt that Xiwei Shu was restless and fluctuated violently, as if he had discovered something delicious and had a strong desire to prey on the wind eye.

Nothing like this has ever happened before. Gordon clearly felt the hunger for the art of breathing!

get it!

Gordon moved a few times to loosen the tightly tied cloth strips. He immediately felt the wind pushing violently, and his upper body swayed involuntarily.

He must get it!

Gordon straightened his waist, stretched his neck, and tried his best to get closer to the eye of the storm. The method of swallowing the eye of the eye was very simple. Just inhale it into your mouth and nose, and the eye of the eye would melt in the body.

The eye of the storm came closer again and again, and swept away again and again. Once, when it rolled close to the trunk of a poplar tree, Gordon saw the opportunity, struggled hard, and leaned towards the eye of the storm.

"Bah!" The strip of cloth binding his waist made a tearing sound. Gordon ignored it completely and took advantage of the situation to pull it up and inhale towards the eye of the wind.

A little worse! The eye of the wind barely passed by my forehead, spinning towards the sky, getting farther and farther, and my inspiration could no longer sense its position.

Gordon closed his eyes tightly and continued to search for the eye of the wind. He opened the cloth a little further to allow his body to move within a wider range of movement. The cloth was pulled tightly and straight by the wind, and Gordon kept swaying like a roll.

A small boat entering the stormy sea.

But he was not distracted, immersed in this extreme of life and death. Life is like a hammer, the harder it hits, the more dazzling fireworks will burst out.

After a while, the eye of the storm suddenly appeared on the left, very close to the Poplar euphratica tree. It was flying very fast and was about to sweep away in an instant.

Gordon leaned over suddenly, tilted his upper body, opened his mouth and took a hard breath. The eye of the wind shook several times in succession, breaking away from the suction, and was about to get away again. "Boom!" The breath technique shook violently, and surged out. Gordon's breath was like

A swollen dragon rushed towards the eye of the storm, wrapped it up and sucked it into its body.

"Bah! Bah!" Due to excessive force, the strips of cloth broke one after another. Gordon's body jolted violently, and his whole body was about to be uprooted by the storm.

Artest's hand suddenly became stronger and he tightly grasped Gordon's hand.

The violent sand wind shook Gordon, and he was stumbling in the air waves. He could hear nothing and see nothing. There was only a pair of hands holding him tightly between heaven and earth.

Inside the body, the eye of the wind is slowly dissolving. According to ancient records, the eye of the wind will be absorbed by the Demon Life Tree, greatly increasing the speed of the body.


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