I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 218 Eat my oil tanker! (4200 words)
The power of countless extraordinary beings in the firefly and candle realms gathered together, and even the strong ones in the torch realm had to look sideways.

"Even if there are no strong fire and thunder attributes who are also in the flame torch state, maybe it can be done if you rely on them?"

Head Shi, wearing a bearskin cloak, spoke with anticipation.

"I hope so, if it's so easy, it would be great."

Liang Qian's mentality was far less optimistic than Head Shi's.

She stared fixedly at the bound black shadow, her voice was cold:

"I've already confirmed that, so far, we in the Tianshu Region have never had such an image of a third-order phantom activity record.

That is to say, it is the first time that it appears in front of our human vision, and there are only two words for everything about it—unknown.

It is currently decided to tentatively name it [Thousand Faces]. "

"At least, we have found out that its weaknesses are fire and thunder attributes.

There are quite a few people practicing martial arts of these two attributes, so even if it is a virtual demon that has never appeared before, its threat to us is far from being too great. "

Head Shi made an effort to make the mountain pinch Qianmianxu even tighter. Seeing that it had no escape and could only passively endure the siege of the superhumans, he became more and more excited:
"Look, the black energy on it is probably dissipated by nearly half. After a while, the grinder will grind it to death!"

Hearing this, Liang Qian looked at the strands of black air that dissipated out of thin air under the action of fire and thunder. She didn't say anything, but the pressure in her heart was indeed gone.

Even she herself didn't realize that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing her true inner thoughts.

According to the current progress, after another five or six minutes of grinding, this Qianmianxu can be completely ground to death.

If everything goes well, by the end of today's battle, everyone present will have a brilliant addition to their resumes.

Once prevented the riots in the Scarlet Abyss, and worked together to defeat the third-order virtual demon.

Work together, rattle and kill!

"I didn't expect the whole process to be so smooth..."

Yan Wen, who was sitting on the wheelchair, murmured to himself.

His eyes fell back and swept towards the back of the crowd, passing over one face after another, his eyes were slightly startled.

What about Fang's classmates?
It seemed that he was still in the crowd before, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?

After observing several times uncertainly, in the end, he had to confirm a fact.

Fang Qingran, 'disappeared without a trace'.

It's strange, but he didn't think too much about it. He focused on fighting Qian Mianxu.

The body that was originally like a hill has been flattened by most of it at this time, and the painful faces screamed silently, but it looked ridiculous, without any deterrent force at all.

"It's almost a success!"

Everyone present couldn't help but have the same idea in their hearts, and they worked harder.

At the same time, the expressions of the Leihuo Kuangseng closest to Qian Mianxu, the old Taoist priest and others gradually changed.

I don't know if it's their illusion, but they feel that 99% of the process is done immediately, and the remaining 1% of the process is infinitely extended.

There is damage, but the damage has been weakened countless times, and it is still impossible to really get rid of the black air in the deepest part.

Liang Qian, who was restrained by running water, was struggling to feel the consumption of the spiritual fire in his body.

"It's not right, I always feel..."

She lowered her voice towards Head Shi.

Just as Head Shi was about to respond, his body trembled. He suddenly raised his head, and the small mountain peaks on both sides that were pressing towards Qianmianxu were suddenly covered with a layer of black jelly.

These jelly-like substances rushed down the hillside in a mighty manner, and rushed to the bottom of many extraordinary people who had not reacted in time.

Painful faces shot out dozens of tentacle tongues that were as fast as lightning, restraining the slightly stronger Transcendent who could barely gain a foothold in the Kuroshio.

"How could it be so?!"

The half-length warrior transformed from the will of martial arts retreated to his side, holding his left and right to block, Yan Wen gritted his teeth to support, but he could only watch helplessly as his range of activities was gradually eroded by the Kuroshio.

"Could it be that this guy has been showing weakness and luring us close?"

His brain was spinning rapidly, but now that he wanted to understand it, it was too late after all, and he was powerless.

A tentacle tongue suddenly struck from the blind spot of his vision, he didn't notice it for a while, and wrapped the person and the wheelchair together.

Losing his control, the armored warrior transformed into martial arts will stopped attacking and scattered into the night wind.

Struggling was useless, and his consciousness gradually sank, and he couldn't help but have one last thought in his mind.

It's a good thing that Fang left temporarily. If he was there, it would be a pity to face this black mud monster that cannot be harmed by slashing.

"The only regret is that the will of martial arts has not been promoted to Dongzhen, and I can have a pair of legs to appreciate the beautiful rivers and mountains for me."

The field of vision was gradually shrouded in darkness, and the sudden, penetrating sound of the car horn woke Yan Wen from his sinking.

boom!
buzz-

The roar of full horsepower resounded through the night, and the transcendents who had not been swallowed by the Kuroshio in the periphery avoided one after another, clearing out a wide avenue leading directly to Qianmianxu.

"what is that?"

Trapped in the black tide, Yan Wen struggled to open his eyes, only to feel two beams of dazzling light hitting him directly.

Heavy trucks with oil tanks roared in the vast open space. The headlights on both sides were like the eyes of a giant dragon, illuminating the night sky in the distance. On the roof of the car, a young man in a bathrobe held a mat rope with one hand and lowered the brim of a straw hat with the other.

On his right shoulder, a little milk wolf straightened its chest, howling in a milky voice.

"Out of prudence, I specially found a tanker full of fuel to repair the damage. I didn't expect that something happened after I left?"

Fang Qingran's eyes became slightly serious as he stared at the Kuroshio that continuously spread outwards in front of his field of vision.

Fortunately, he came back in time.

The oil tank heavy truck galloped on the ground like a galloping horse. Qian Mianxu seemed to smell a bit of danger, and immediately sent out a dozen tentacle tongues to attack the truck.

Looking at these attacking tentacles, Fang Qingran remained expressionless.

How could a mount be such an inconvenient thing? The oil tank heavy truck is his mount!
They are one in mind!

Pulling the lasso wrapped around the steering wheel into his hand, Fang Qingran drove the oil tank heavy truck to drift left and right, shifting shape and position, dodging countless tentacle attacks with his superb driving skills.

Every time he dodges successfully, he carries two wooden swords on his back, and there will be dots of green brilliance compressing the strong vitality.

The road that the heavy truck passed was full of ruts and broken potholes in a cobweb shape.

"Who's that guy on the roof?"

Someone looked up at the oil tank heavy truck that was rampaging like a dragon crossing the river, and couldn't help asking.

"I don't know, but it looks like he's not very old."

Another person said worriedly.

Although age doesn't mean everything, but that young man doesn't even look twenty years old, and he probably doesn't have too much achievement in the world.

Even if you can kill all the way in, how can you get out?
If it failed to threaten the third-order Void Demon, it would actually irritate it...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly sweat for the boy driving the tank truck.

At this time, Liang Qian and Chief Shi also noticed the most shining heavy truck in the dark night.

"Could it be that this young man wants to drive an oil tanker and die with the third-order virtual demon?"

Liang Qianhong pursed her lips lightly, her face revealing that she couldn't bear it.

"I'll do my best to save him."

Head Shi took a deep breath, one after another the spirit fire particles lit up and shone around his body, like a satellite guarding the only main star.

This is a precursor to the activation of the enflamed state.

"The car he's driving is about to approach the Kuroshio Current, those jelly objects are not easy to break through!"

Liang Qian's eyes were fixed, and she was always paying attention to the movement of heavy trucks. Like Head Shi, she was also always ready to make a move.

Suddenly, a scene that neither of them thought of happened happened.

No longer pressing down on the straw hat, letting it rattle in the howling wind, the bathrobe boy pulled out a wooden sword behind his back with his backhand.

The moment he swung his sword and pointed straight ahead, a touch of greenness slowly emerged in the dark tide rushing in front of the heavy truck.

As the spring breeze blows, the vast green grass and swaying blooming flowers extend an endless path of spring, and from the moment it appears, it begins to spread outward, competing with the Kuroshio for territory.

When the formed Illusory World of Spring suppressed the Kuroshio, the people who were swallowed by the Kuroshio could see the light again.

They stood up with support and watched the heavy truck with oil tank go away.

The truck didn't stop at all, and it was racing along the road.

Silently calculating the distance to Qianmianxu in his heart, Fang Qingran's perspective gradually changed from looking straight up to looking up.

Countless tentacles struck again, falling down like a violent storm, but this time he didn't dodge like before, but only silently read two words.

"charge."

He knew that it was impossible for these tentacles to keep up with his speed.

As soon as the word charge was exited, the 22 wheels of the oil tank heavy truck pulled out two rows of golden lights symbolizing extreme speed.

As the sprint time became longer and longer, the entire truck slowly turned into a golden meteor across the earth.

Fang Qingran did not continue to manipulate the heavy truck, let go of his hand, pulled out another wooden sword, and put the hilts of the two swords facing each other with great care.

A red halo bloomed between his fingers.

"Look, student Fang's two swords are combined into one?"

Observing carefully, Lan Yutong stammered and said:
"The most important thing is why there is a burning sensation all over the body. It is clearly late at night, but it seems to be at noon."

"Its daybreak?!"

Ji Huai'an couldn't help looking up.

Seeing the vast sun rising from the east and as high as the moon, his pupils constricted violently.

What's happening here?
Not only him, but others also fell into the confusion and fear of the unknown.

After pondering for a few seconds, Luo Wenlong spoke uncertainly:
"This, this is the martial art of the fire attribute?"

When Yan Wen and the others heard the words, they all looked at him in unison.

His piercing eyes made him look a little unconfident:
"I... What's wrong with what I said?"

"no problem."

Yan Wen shook his head.

His face was a little red.

If this is really student Fang's martial arts, then...

When he recalled the words he had said to the other party not long ago, he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in it.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth at that time, I felt so handsome, okay?
now...

What a nightmare experience!

Not only him, Ji Huai'an and others also reacted.

Except for Su Yingxin, the expressions of the others became more or less unnatural.

Don't ask, I just want to learn footwork and dig out a three-bedroom and one living room.

In the end, relying on Yan Wen to change the topic, temporarily relieving some embarrassment:
"Student Fang specially found a fuel tank truck to drive over. This is to complete his work directly!"

Hearing this, Xin Xin's group also temporarily freed their minds from the black history playback, and silently watched the heavy oil tank truck that went straight to Qianmianxu and never returned.

Can he succeed?
The same question popped up in everyone's mind.

At this moment, the oil tank truck seems to be the focus and center of the world.

At this time, a calm young voice echoed in the distance:
"Please, Senior Liang and Head Shi, help me."

When Liang Qian and Head Shi heard this sentence, they looked at each other, and Fang Qingran continued to speak. Years of combat experience quickly let them understand the meaning of each other's words, as well as what they need to do at this moment.

"it is good!"

Head Shi yelled loudly, and he responded heavily, his palms snapped together.

On the plains on the left and right sides of Qianmianxu, a pair of big stone rock hands were stacked on each side, enveloping the center.

Not to be outdone, Liang Qian leaped into the air, with ten, hundreds, and thousands of light blue silk threads emerging from her ten fingertips, and as she passed by Qianmianxu's side, they interweaved a huge net, firmly Tighten Qianmianxu tightly.

"We try to keep it under control for as long as possible, and leave the rest to you."

Liang Qian fell to the ground, turned his head, and said to Fang Qingran seriously.

Anyone can see that her attitude at this time is not as if she is talking to a junior, but is communicating with a strong man who is also in the Torch Realm on an equal footing.

"It's not a junior, in the eyes of the seniors in the Torch Realm, Fang is already a person of the same level who is qualified to treat each other directly..."

Yan Wen, who saw this scene from a distance, had an extremely complicated tone.

"He is really standing on another runway."

Ji Huai'an holds the Excalibur in his arms, and while feeling sincere joy for his friend, it is inevitable that he feels yearning and loss in his heart.

When the gap between the two is too big, there will be no jealousy at all, but...they once, also had such a time side by side.

"In the same generation, there is such a character, it is indeed both joyful and sad."

Yan Wen glanced at the young man holding the Excalibur in his arms in understanding.

"The sun seems to be setting."

The plain female voice sounded in the ears of several people, Su Yingxin raised her small face, and the others followed her to look at it, tears streaming down from the stimulation of the strong sunlight.

But even so uncomfortable, they are unwilling to close their eyes.

This moment, this second, this moment, is worth witnessing.

At some point, Fang Qingran leaped away from the heavy oil truck that was rushing towards Qianmianxu like a meteor.

In mid-air, he slowly raised the double-headed sword in his hand.

The moment the weapon was about to be released, his expression changed slightly:
"Huh? This weapon shape in the liberated form can get the attack power bonus of the polearm brought by the lasso?
In this case, compared to swordsmanship, can long-handled weapons such as spearmanship also bring a considerable increase in power to this form? "

Thinking about the feasibility of this conjecture in his heart, his movements were not slow at all.

"How many times can you welcome the sunset?"

He murmured in a low voice, as if he was asking Qian Mianxu, but more like he was talking to himself, asking himself.

The sword edge erupted with brilliance, and at the moment when the oil tank heavy truck was about to approach, he took a step in the air, mobilized the muscles of his whole body, and threw it violently!

The red sun fell.

it's dark.

　After the author's personal consideration, the weapon lasso pole in the previous article was changed to a lasso rope, and the rest remained unchanged. Please rest assured that it will not affect reading.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)