About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

At the beginning, Liu Ji did fight back and forth with the black-armored general, but he couldn't hit the opponent, and it was useless for the opponent to attack him.

But then Liu Ji figured out one thing.

That is, he never hit the opponent once.

What does this mean.

This means that he is a bad player... No, that's not right, the point is that the opponent seems to be afraid of being hit by him.

Liu Ji knew that the power of this body was very strong, but he didn't know how strong it was.

Anyway, Misa said that Liu Ji's body strength after transformation was stronger than his own.

And this guy in black, although he looks much stronger than other soldiers, Liu Ji doesn't think he can be compared with Misa, who was once a world boss.

Therefore, he had a guess.

Maybe as long as the opponent lets him hit one punch, just one punch, he might have to stop on the spot.

From this moment on, Liu Ji's mentality changed.

From "fighting with a strong master", it became a chase battle of "let me touch it, just one touch will do".

As he kept on attacking the opponent with his tortoise punch, the opponent...actually, at the beginning, he was not afraid of him.

After all, Liu Ji had no fighting skills.

In fact, he had been attacking before, but he simply couldn't hit him.

But soon, Liu Ji found a way to break the situation.

The ductility of the desert incarnation is very strong. He can not only restore his body, but also reorganize it, grow new arms or change his body shape directly.

However, as a person who has been a potato for a long time, Liu Ji does not have the experience of controlling three heads and six arms, so he has not tried much.

But now, facing such an excellent sparring partner, he feels that he needs to try these methods.

Then, the situation changed.

At first, the black-armored general was still trying to fight back, retreating while constantly waving the heavy sword in his hand, slashing Liu Ji countless times.

But no matter how he chopped, Liu Ji would recover immediately, and then raise his total of six arms to punch him with tortoise punches.

He could handle two random fists, and he could judge the next move by looking at the opponent's posture, but six hands...

It is said that two fists cannot beat four hands, and six hands can really beat the master with random punches.

In desperation, he could only give up counterattack and concentrate on escaping. Relying on his experience in pursuit, he tried to distance himself from Liu Ji and then find an opportunity to counterattack.

After all.

He couldn't run away, couldn't retreat.

Even though he knew that there was an immortal enemy in front of him, he could only continue to fight and carry out this seemingly endless pursuit...

Endless...

?

For some reason, the black-armored general felt that Liu Ji's speed was getting faster and faster, and his dodge was becoming more and more extreme. Several times, he could even feel the vibration from the fist scraping the outside of his armor.

He instinctively realized that if he continued to run, he would probably be caught up sooner or later.

In this case, we can only fight...

"Bang!"

This thought didn't even have time to finish turning in his mind. Finally, he couldn't avoid another punch from Liu Ji.

The whole head was like red and white fireworks, and was smashed by a punch.

80. Damn! Where's my potato! The potato is gone!

"So... I'm late?" The female knight looked at the headless corpse on the ground and seemed very surprised. "You mean he killed a black-armored general by himself?"

"Well, although I also find it unbelievable, but that's the fact," Yayin said, looking at Liu Ji who was playing with the new big sword on the side. "When I wanted to take him as an apprentice, I just thought he was a piece of white paper with blood on his hands. Now, I think I may have underestimated him."

Liu Ji swung the big sword a few times. I don't know if he felt it was not suitable for him or was just curious. He actually picked up the sword and broke it, as if he wanted to see its toughness.

Unexpectedly, it broke into two pieces with a snap, and the broken metal fragments flew past his face, scaring him.

"Huh? The general's heavy sword was broken directly?" The female knight raised her eyebrows.

Liu Ji held the two halves of the broken sword and looked at Ya Yin innocently.

"Hey, it's really annoying," Ya Yin propped up her chin and looked at him, "Look at his expression, he is still wondering why this sword is so fragile."

"Well... Damn, ah, my head hurts..."

At this moment, Ao Sa, who was lying on the side, woke up.

He sat up, rubbed his forehead, opened his eyes, and saw the black-armored general lying on the side, and immediately showed a horrified expression.

"Fuck! How can there be such a thing?" He screamed, but soon, he found that it was just a corpse.

Blinking his eyes, he looked to the side, and when he saw the female knight, he immediately showed a happy expression: "Ah! Captain! It turns out that you are here!"

"Yes, sorry, I came a little late, and you and Luni suffered," the female knight sighed, "Also, although you may think that the thing on the ground is my masterpiece, it is actually his."

As she said, she pointed at Liu Ji who was holding the broken sword and talking to Ya Yin with a spell.

"Huh? He...ah?" Ao Sa showed a surprised expression.

To be honest, his previous impression of Liu Ji was that he could kill a dog team scout with a slap, and he vomited all over.

But, this suddenly killed the black-armored general, which was really beyond his expectations.

Looking at Liu Ji, Ao Sa felt a little uneasy for some reason.

He always felt like he had forgotten something...

Forgot...

"Ah!"

Ao Sa remembered.

"Oh no! Where are the potatoes? The potatoes are gone!"

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In front of the temple, the black-robed priest slumped on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

He could feel that the three trump cards he summoned had been wiped out.

They were killed by a bunch of trashy outsiders.

He couldn't understand all this. That was the trump card left by the prophet, the example of the strongest warrior, and the invincible heavenly soldiers under the gods.

But, they died just like that?

He couldn't understand it. He just sat there and didn't even notice a pile of potatoes running past him.

The prophet's words were the truth, and the power of the gods was supreme. There was no reason for all this to happen, and it shouldn't happen.

If it happened, it could only be because he was not pious enough. This was a test given to him by the gods.

But why?

He has sacrificed all his people, his whole life, and everything he has put into the prophet's plan. According to her oracle, he made all preparations and waited to deal with the world-destroying disaster in the oracle.

But why, all his preparations were destroyed just because a group of outsiders came?

Did he do something wrong?

No, he did it completely according to the instructions of the oracle, without making any mistakes.

So what went wrong?

Those outsiders destroyed this place, what should he do when the disaster in the oracle comes?

Wait...

Could it be that these outsiders are the disaster in the oracle?

Ah!

Yes! It can only be like this!

"I understand, I understand! Hahaha!" He laughed, "So that's it, so you are the ones who destroy the world..."

"Puff..."

"Eh?" The black-robed priest lowered his head and stared blankly at the long sword that was inserted into his chest.

The long sword was still stained with the paint he applied when blessing it.

He raised his head slightly and saw the owner of the sword clearly.

It was a thin earthwalker recruit, with tears in his eyes, his eyes wide open, his teeth clenched, and his hand holding the sword trembling constantly, not because he killed someone for the first time, but because of pure anger.

"You devil!" The little earthwalker roared, and fiercely inserted the blade of the long sword into the body of the black-robed priest.

"Plop!"

The black-robed priest collapsed on the ground, stroking his wound, looking at the little earthwalker in front of him in disbelief.

"Why..." he murmured, "You are my compatriot..."

"Come on, who is your compatriot?" Snow, who was carrying a giant book, came over and squatted in front of him, "Is your way of treating your compatriots to turn them into zombies who can never rest in peace?"

"It's you! Despicable outsider!" He suddenly became excited, and with a force, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Hey, don't get excited. If you keep doing this, you'll be dead before we can even talk for a few minutes," said Snow with a smile, "Besides, I didn't do anything. I just took him to see your 'tower' before, and then he found his parents..."

"You bastard!" Little Earthwalker suddenly roared, "Everyone trusts you so much! The whole city trusts the church so much! Everyone firmly believes! We are fighting to save the world! You, you..."

As he spoke, Little Earthwalker seemed to remember the appearance of his parents again. The huge contrast between that and the image of heroes who sacrificed for their race in his imagination made his tear glands go out of control again. He knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

"Tsk, tsk, look at what you have done," Snow turned his head and looked at the priest in front of him with contempt, "You still have the nerve to call them compatriots? Ha, so hypocritical."

"No, no! They are indeed fighting to save the world, I am not lying," the priest kept shaking his head, "but the disaster has not come yet! I am making preparations..."

"Aha! That sounds good, making preparations?" Snow shook his head, as if he saw some hopeless idiot, "For your so-called preparations, all your compatriots are regarded as 'necessary sacrifices' by you, right? Why don't you just lock yourself in the tower and be a fucking stud?"

"No! I want to practice God's "Oracle!" the priest shouted, coughing up blood again, but he didn't care. He said while spitting blood foam, "The prophet and the gods chose me! I must lead the people of this city! Protect this miracle!"

"Miracles? Haha, you don't mean this giant pitcher plant, do you?" Snow looked at the sacred tree hanging upside down in the sky and smiled, "This thing, haha, people may not know it, but I know it...

This thing is an arcane product, it has nothing to do with God, and I am 100% sure that it comes from the Secret Sanctuary."

81. As we all know, licking dogs are not allowed to house

Three hundred years ago, Swamp City was a prosperous trading city.

"Heh, you know it too?"

At that time, the city was extremely bright and lively on the surface, but under this surface, there was also darkness.

"Anyway, it won't be darker than you."

At that time, there was a poor little earth walker who was always bullied just because he was born poor. He did hard work every day, didn't have enough to eat, and didn't have warm clothes.

"How pitiful...do you want me to say that?"

…

No one would pity him. People lived in the hypocritical prosperity of this city. No one would care about a dirty little earth walker begging on the roadside.

"Oh... So what you call hard work is begging?"

...

That day, just because he accidentally soiled the trouser legs of a wealthy businessman, he was dragged into the alley by his men and beaten.

At that time, the little earth walker thought that he would be beaten to death by them, but in despair, he met a beautiful girl.

A foreign girl...

At that time, the little earth walker did not know that she was the prophet who would redeem the entire city.

"Redemption? Ha, like what you are doing now?"