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Chapter 2417 the door appears

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    This is a super-large natural storm, and then it was used by people to sacrifice the wind-type 'super forbidden spell'. The combination of two pairs formed a brand new and powerful storm group. Wherever it went, people turned their backs,  Landslides and ground cracks.

    "what is that?"

    Five or six kilometers away, a group of players braked suddenly and looked at the blackness ahead in horror.  The storm spread, connecting the sky and the earth, forming a new world. Inside, everything was cut into the smallest grains of sand by the wind. In the sky and the ground, only the whistling wind could be seen, and nothing else could be seen.

    The players on the edge wanted to escape, but the storm produced a terrible suction force, sucking them tightly. Not only could they not escape, but they were pulled into the storm world inch by inch. After a burst of dazzling light, the players disappeared and became  Part of the storm.

    The desperate cries before dying were sucked into the storm together, and the information the player can receive is the last face of these people, the terrified and helpless expressions.

    This force is so terrifying that players feel as if they are about to be sucked in so far apart, and they back away in fright.  From their point of view, the sky in front of them is gone, the ground is gone, only the whistling wind can be seen, and the sand and dust raised move at a terrifying speed, producing terrifying lethality.  &#24378&#29306&#32&#32&#35835&#29306

    "Tornadowrong, sandstorm!" Because he was too nervous, the soldiers lacked thinking when speaking.

    "It's terrible to scrape away a layer of ground!" The knight was trembling, worried that the sandstorm would spread.  This time Zhang Si

    "How could this be? Naturally formed, or man-made?" asked the archer.

    "It should be the power of nature!" The magician stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't judge whether it was man-made or natural, so he could only guess by power.

    "It's too dangerous, we should retreat a certain distance!" The thief said, and his words were unanimously agreed by everyone.

    Players from the Central Plains and Northern Xinjiang rushed over one after another. When they saw the sandstorm, they stopped in fright. Everyone looked solemnly, watching this destructive power anxiously. Of course, some people showed excitement  , For example - photography enthusiasts.

    I saw that they took out the photographic equipment as quickly as possible, adjusted the angle, light, focal length, etc., boldly, in order to take a clearer picture, they kept approaching, the bottom line of the sandstorm, and finally the robes on their bodies were shaped and tilted  They still don't care about the angle, their faces are full of excitement.

    Such a scene is hard to see in a hundred years.

    Some people released their bee hawks at the risk of their own lives, but they were weak against the wind. If they got close enough, they would be sucked in. In an instant, the owner lost his sense of touch.

    After sacrificing five or six hummingbirds, the photographer behind stopped such stupid behavior, hummingbirds are expensive.

    "Those people are so miserable!" A female player showed an unbearable expression.

    "Let me tell you, it's better to come early than to come early." The male player next to him was complacent, looking into the depths of his eyes with a trace of fear.  They came late, not because he had any foresight, but simply because he was reluctant to buy good feed, and the stamina of the mount was exhausted. After flying for a period of time, he had to rest for a period of time, stop and go, and finally arrived now.

    As the saying goes, if there is a wrong move, if it is not a step slow, maybe it will be the same as the players in the sandstorm, with no bones left.

    The players who came behind were frightened and kept retreating, because the scope of the sandstorm was expanding.  The players who were shrouded in the sandstorm had no time to be afraid. More than 90% of the players died within 3 seconds, and the rest were the top players.

    Sacrificing props, colorful light pierces the sandstorm, some people want to escape, some choose to defend, and some people give up on themselves, sacrifice the most powerful attack before dying, wanting to tear the sandstorm, but all efforts  It was all in vain, the power of the sandstorm was too terrifying.

    The masters fell one by one, whether it was the scarlet damage numbers or the blooming gray light of death, they were all smashed into pieces by the sandstorm in an instant, and nothing could leave.

    Those who have never experienced sandstorms cannot imagine the horror of sandstorms. The masters roared and shouted, and finally turned into calm. After more than ten seconds, there are no more than 10 players who are still alive, and everyone's face is full of fear.  and uneasy.

    "No¡ª" An earth magician let out a desperate scream, and the summoned fortress fell apart. The magic robe and equipment on his body persisted for 3 seconds, and then all the lights went out at the same time, and his own life value, one second  The clock didn't last.

    "Your sister!" The Dragon Knight, a former protoss master, uttered an angry scream, and his body was crushed.sp; The radiance of the fairy shield is declining rapidly, outsiders can't see it due to its durability, but the Shaolin bronze monk must be able to see it, because he can see it, so his face is ugly.

    At 55 seconds, the Shaolin Bronze Monk put away the fairy shield. Between losing a level and losing the shield, he chose the former.  However, he did not give up, a yellow light burst out from his body, and his whole body turned into a golden Buddha, becoming the only color in the sandstorm.

    60 seconds, 65 seconds, when even the turtle shell of the snail on the back of the turtle began to tremble, the Shaolin bronze monk wailed in pain, and red numbers appeared above his head, which was shocking.

    At 70 seconds, the Shaolin bronze monk was still holding on, and at 75 seconds, the Shaolin bronze monk let out a desperate and unwilling roar, the golden light went out, and the real person was crushed to pieces by the storm.

    At this time, the sandstorm has begun to weaken.

    At 75 seconds, the sandstorm weakened rapidly, and the light of the tortoise-backed snail's shell became dimmer and almost invisible. At 80 seconds, the tortoise-backed snail put away its shell, and the equipment on its body shone brightly, and its resistance became weaker and weaker.  Of course, the sandstorm is relatively weak, and it is still unbearable for the turtle-back snail that has lost its shell.

    To control the big and to control the owl.  In 80 seconds, the tortoise-backed snail had only one breath left. All the equipment on its body was scrapped. I don't know how much props were used, and it was almost about to eat red medicine.  Under the ground, there was another person whose fate was similar to his, and that was Dongfang Herring. He couldn't be said to be dying, but he didn't have much life left. If the sandstorm raged for another three seconds, he would definitely die.

    "Go!" Dongfang Herring put away the black tombstone, and rushed out of the ground despite wearing only a pair of shorts.  Because of the central area where the sandstorm dissipated, a huge portal appeared, and behind the portal was a brand new world.

    New map!

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