The sandman is terrible, as can be seen from its double combat effectiveness.

Even if its body has been corroded for most of its body, even the sand is nowhere to be seen, and most of its body has lost flesh and blood, revealing that gray-white rocky bone...

Even so, it still beats the old ancestors.

Don't look at the difference between the two of them too much, not a heavyweight, but it is so lightly fluttering a fist, the ancestors let it hit into the woods, upside down to fly out about 20 meters, even smashed seven or eight trees before landing.

Seeing this scene, I secretly swallowed my mouth and spit, only to feel that the scalp was all numb, and my heart beat faster.

The dog thing is so powerful... if I hadn’t corroded its body for the most part...it would have been more combative than it is now?

“You are my mortal enemy...” said the sander, trembling, not out of fear, but out of anger.

Looking at the sander, who was only a few meters away from me, I was a little trembling, really, I could feel this bastard like to eat me alive.

But still did not wait for it to say anything, the old ancestor directly came back, with the height advantage, raised a knee, and hit the head of the sander.

At that moment, I could hear a sound similar to the broken bones, and I didn't have to guess that the sandman was injured, and I had a little confidence to see that its rickety trembling was about to stand unsteady.

"Your body is in such a bad state, don't hold on to me, you rest."The old ancestor stood in front of me to block the sander's sight, and his head did not return, saying: "The breath inside it is very messy, it looks more troublesome than your situation, I can clean it up."

“Are you sure?”I asked carefully, looking at the old ancestors with a confident back, my heart also felt a little suspended, after all, just now he let the sandman punch the picture too shocking, indeed dispelled a lot of my confidence in him.

The old ancestor was not a fool, he should have felt the worry in my heart, smiled and did not explain anything, and jumped up again with his bare hands.

At this time, I also saw that the ancestors had changed their strategy and tactics, and he no longer bumped with the sand body from beginning to end, but kept dodging, avoiding the fist or mouth of the sand body as much as possible.

Yes, when the hands can't touch the ancestors, the sandman will bite with his mouth with his mouth, and look at the same as the crazy beast, which can't be said to be scary.

At the same time, Master Min came to me in three steps and two steps, and helped me back to the place where the old man was.

“Old Shen, are you okay?”Seven treasures looked at me worriedly, and looked up and down a few eyes: "How does the body clam not work?"Why haven’t you repaired yet?”

“It takes some time.”I laughed, "I just lost 80% of the air in my body, and now I have to wait for the body to slowly absorb it."

Hearing this answer, the seven treasures nodded in doubt, but did not ask anything more.

“Did you get rid of all the 80 percent?”The old man frowned, looking at it like scolding people, the expression is very ugly: "You are so playful... is it too hard to fight?"We have not yet seen the Lord!”

"If we don't fight, we'll have more trouble."I sighed: "The sandman's double is not an ordinary role, want to get rid of it, then you have to pay a certain price, if I react a little longer and hesitate for a while, when it starts to go crazy, I and my ancestors will not be able to stop."

“He’s right, he can’t hesitate, think for a few seconds, and don’t let the situation change.”Miao Wuman smiled and gently patted his grandfather's shoulder: "Don't worry too much about him, this boy is not an adult, he has a brain, he can't do some stupid things without brain."

The old man smiled and shook his head, saying that he just saw that he was so desperate and a little sad, but I couldn't help anything...

“Shhh!”

With a sultry sound, the ancestors have pressed the sand body to the ground, with their own huge palms, hard is to hold the sand body of the two thin arms, so that it can not move.

Nor gave it half a breath, the ancestors laughed, raised their fists, and constantly smashed them on the heads of the sanders.

Every time you hit, the sander will scream.

“This grandchild is not going to!”The killer exclaimed, his face full of excitement: "Let the ancestors cry!"

I thought it was a simple physical attack, at least I thought so, but a closer look found that there were many meridians in the fist of the ancestors that had not appeared before.

It is like a bulging green, just dark green, looking very conspicuous.

The ancestors are real.

When he kept waving his fist, his body gradually bulged up, and his body was already strong enough, and at this moment it was exaggerated, and each muscle seemed to be filled with water, increasing at least two laps.

The whole body is also expanding, elongating, physique is more robust than before, and the height is at least half a meter.

This change reminds me of one thing.

No wonder the ancestors did not like to wear clothes... wearing such loose pants, even if the body has changed, at least as shorts, what if you wear a top?

Unsuitable, more relaxed, put on iron is not good to see, it is not better to be naked, but if it is the right specification, meet the current situation, ten or nine must be propped up to open the bombing line.

“You... you all go with me.”

The sandman struggled wildly, but did not howl, but instead laughed wildly.

In every word, there is a sense of threat, but I know very well that it is not joking with us, it has the ability to do all this.

But for now, it can’t be done...

Just when I was relieved, the expression on the old ancestor's face suddenly changed, and without hesitation he stood up and planned to withdraw, but the sand did not give him this opportunity.

It's a matter of a moment.

I don't know if the sand body is beating chicken blood or taking medicine, the strength is very sudden, and it is terrible, it does not give the ancestors half a chance, and they break free of bondage.

Without waiting for us to see what was going on, there was a blood hole so big in the right leg of the ancestor.

The hole is not a small mouth, deep visible bone, across so far I can smell the pungent smell of blood.

“The followers . . . the family . . . are not reliable . . .”

The sandman stood up staggered, looked at the ancestors who had opened the distance from themselves, smiled strangely, and his body trembled constantly.

“I don’t know where the black-robed king got these pieces of waste...it can’t do anything... I already knew it would be like this... it would be better to let it drop its own double...”

The sand-body said these words, and staggered toward the old ancestors.

But its pace is getting slower, and it is not what it controls, it seems that the body can not hold up, it can not control its own body, can only slowly stop.

“Soon...I shall soon come into this world . . . in the form of my own being.”

The sandman smiled, suddenly turned his head, and looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

“The star door is trembling...it’s about to open...” said the sander, and in his tone there was a feeling of recollection: “I will soon be able to return to my hometown...the world no longer belongs to you...”

With its strange laughter, its body gradually bulged up, and a translucent drum bag the size of a basin appeared, which seemed to be filled with pus, looking particularly disgusting.

"You, traitor, I'll come to you soon."

The sandman smiled and looked back at me, his eyes full of unforgettable hatred.

“The gods are coming back to the Hereafter... when they bring disaster to the world... I will not intervene...I just want to torture you slowly... you worms who are in trouble...”

As soon as the voice fell, the sander paused, as if he could not perceive that his body could not hold it.

Then he looked up again, and looked at us deeply, and the laughter became strangely distorted.

“The end of the day... is coming soon!”