The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

"Ouch."

It could be heard that he was probably trying to imitate the roar of a wild beast, but because the sound was generated directly by his magic power, it didn't sound intimidating at all. Instead, it had a weird feeling that didn't sound like life.

The voice was not vicious, but the man was very ferocious. Both of his knives were bleeding, his body was torn and covered in blood, and he looked like a madman who came out from somewhere.

Although he was quite strong, he was actually not much stronger than the Kota guys just now. It was just because his sword skills that allowed him to run and accumulate momentum had accumulated too much power before arriving here, which caught those guys off guard.

At this moment, he seemed to be at the end of his strength. His breathing became heavy, and his eyes, which emitted a faint blue light, began to flicker, as if they had run out of battery.

"Hey, kid." Fudan's voice was full of majesty. The pressure of a legendary strong man burst out at this moment, pressing directly towards the little guy below.

"Where did you get that wrist guard on your hand?"

The sound was like frost and snow in winter, chilling to the bone.

"Woo..." But such power seemed to be of no use to him. His upper body lowered even more, like a beast ready to pounce.

Doesn't that make sense?

Fudan frowned secretly. This guy seemed to have no intention of communicating.

"Then I'll just have to beat you until you surrender."

She clenched her palm into the air, and a blue magic arrow condensed in her hand in an instant, and then she threw it out.

I can’t use a bow, what if I accidentally kill him?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded, and each arrow created a deep pit with a diameter of tens of meters where it landed. There was something in the pit reflecting the moonlight. It was glass formed in an instant.

The guy holding the two knives was so fast that it was weird. He was able to dodge most of the arrows. As he ran quickly, the sandstorm behind him, which had almost subsided, gathered again. He seemed to be about to fly up by stepping on this sandstorm.

Although this was due to Fudan's deliberate letting him win, he was still proud enough to be able to dodge the arrows shot by the legendary strong man.

But it doesn’t matter. The purpose of these arrows is mainly to restrict his route of movement. Fudan’s real purpose is behind.

[Palace Secret Technique: Hunting Arrow]

A green arrow of light shot out and pierced through his shoulder. Red blood spurted out from the wound. A large net wrapped his whole body tightly, making him unable to move. The sandstorm behind him also subsided, and the rolled up yellow sand buried him.

Get it done.

Fudan slowly descended from the air to the front of the sand dune.

Why is there no movement? Is he dead? That's not right, I just stopped trying.

"Break." A voice like a girl's whisper came from the sand dune. The next second, the middle of the sand dune was split into two. The swordsman, who was so fast that an afterimage appeared, rushed out of the sand dune in an instant!

At this distance, no matter who it is, no one can withstand this fatal blow!

The blade was aimed at the throat, and she was ready to avoid the spurting blood later.

A gorgeous bow that was obviously not an ordinary item appeared in the hands of the elf in front of him. A dazzling light burst out, and the next second, time stopped.

【world】!!!!

He held the [Falling Star] in his backhand, and the next second, the face of the assassin in front of him quickly twisted and deformed, blood spurted out, and stayed in the air and turned into blood drops one by one.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I seem to hear a wail coming from the bow.

"Oh, I was wrong. I will apologize to you later~" the elf quickly comforted.

Time began to flow, and the next second, the swordsman, covered in blood, with teeth and a crooked nose, flew backwards and fell into the yellow sand.

"Ugh~" A groan came from the swordsman's mouth. This time the sound came directly from her throat instead of being generated by magic power. She was like a little girl who was beaten and cried.

"..." The bandage on her face fell off, revealing her small lips.

【die】.

Before she could utter a word, the alarm bells in Fudan's heart began to ring wildly from afar.

"Deep Rock Hammer!"

An extremely sophisticated gravity magic instantly blasted out and landed on the swordsman's head.

"boom!"

An extremely flat cylindrical hole appeared on the ground, with the swordsman lying upright in the middle.

"I'm not making things worse, am I?" Uncle Lijia appeared from a distance carrying his big axe, and the magic stone embedded in the axe handle gradually dimmed.

"Well done." Fudan nodded at him: "It would be better if you don't shout out the names of the moves next time."

Walking towards the center of the pit, the guy's magic power had been exhausted and the light in his eyes was completely dim.

Fudan tore off the bandages wrapped around her face, and striking lines appeared on her cheeks next to her eyes.

She looks very young, and like a little girl, her facial features are not fully developed, but she is quite cute, and the magic patterns on both sides of her face are eye-catching.

This guy is actually a demon? !

Fudan lifted her up by the back of her neck, bringing her up to eye level.

This guy's bloodline is very pure. He can be considered royal among the demons, right?

This guy was affected by the aftermath of several explosive arrows, and the bones in his shoulder were directly shattered by the hunting arrow. He was hit by a gravity magic from Lijia but did not fall unconscious.

As she saw Fudan's face clearly, she compared it with the one in her memory, and it seemed that they were really the same one.

Her eyes changed rapidly, from fierce to confused, confused to doubtful, doubtful to certain, and finally became clear in less than two seconds.

"Second sister Fudan, the letter is yours, I'm here!" The air around her vibrated under the influence of magic, and the strange voice came out again.

what?

Fudan let go of her hand, a little unsure of what was going on. Did she hit the wrong person?

She loosened her grip and the little girl fell from her hands.

She was not angry. She ignored the arrow stuck in her shoulder and reached into the package behind her back and fumbled for a while. Finally, she took out a letter that looked like it had been soaked in water, wrinkled, and had some residual sand on it.

"Second sister, give me the letter, Big sister, I'll give it to you!!" The strange voice came again, but this time there seemed to be more excitement in the tone.

She had just made a big movement, and the arrow in her shoulder was still stuck there, spurting blood out with her movements.

Fudan took the letter from her hand doubtfully. On the letter was written "Fudan Qi". The handwriting was very familiar, it was Irene's font.

"Am I the second sister?" Fudan pointed at herself and asked uncertainly.

The little girl nodded excitedly, like a puppy.

"Who is that big sister?"

"Big sister, very tall, very big, very white, dog!" she replied.

I don't know whether this description is right or wrong, but it seems like it really hurt our own people.

"By the way, I haven't given you all the things yet." She reached into the package again and quickly took out a small bag. She opened it and found a piece of clothing inside. It also had signs of being soaked in water and the stitches were very familiar. It was Irene's work.

It’s over, it seems like we have really hit one of our own.

Cold sweat broke out on Fudan's forehead, but she didn't show it.

The little girl's movements when taking things out were very loud, and almost every wound on her body was bleeding with her movements.

"Hello, Second Sister. Mission accomplished." Her face was extremely pale, as if she was going to die from excessive blood loss in the next second.

"I'm so sleepy. I'm going to sleep." The strange sound was heard again in the air. The next second, she fell straight backwards and lay on her back in the sand.

Motionless, as if dead.

Priest! Where is the priest! Give me some milk!