Chapter 420

"Barbarian, you're right."

Zhao Shi's contemptuous tone made Gregory III's face turn red. It took a long time for him to calm down and release the link with the light holy power in the body of the remaining 16 celestial priests.

"But you're still going to die!"

Roar!

The roar of the explosion shakes the space into a series of ripples, shaking more than 800 flying swords around, making the light dim.

A natural pressure from the upper creatures covers the whole field, frightening all players in the gas refining environment and makes them lose all control inside and outside the body.

Among the golden and red flames like mountains and seas, a huge broken skeleton appears in the air, and its aura is a little dimmer than before. As soon as the big mouth appears, it swallows the fire around, and pieces of flame flesh emerge from the broken bones.

It seems that the speed is slow. Every flame skeleton, flesh and blood, meridians and collaterals can be seen clearly. It seems that you can sneak attack and build merit at any time.

But it's a total illusion.

There is a huge hegemonic mental force that forces the scenes into the minds of all the people around them to announce its arrival to the world.

The pressure increased rapidly, and soon, a big and majestic flame lion appeared in the air.

As soon as it appeared, the burning golden flame's eyes were fixed on Zhao Shi, and the figure quickly disappeared.

It has a complete memory, but also recognize the mole ant that once hurt it.

Zhao Shi's face changed. There was a golden flame on the handle of the sword. The long sword instinctively cut it in front of the slope.

He has always advocated rough and hard hitting, strong attack and strong attack. Under great pressure, he quickly remembered the allusion of "sword walking with lightness" taught by the older generation.

Ding!

The space is twisted and disordered, and a big sharp claw accurately grasps the blade of Blood Sword.

The flaming golden red flame is as big as a small mountain. Its claws are light and flexible, and follow a natural rhythm.

If there is a highly intelligent golden elixir here, perhaps from this seemingly simple claw, can create a strong attack magic.

For the lower level friars, every action of the monks in the yuan infant period fits the space perfectly and acts according to the law of space.

Zhao Shi's evasion and anticipation have become jokes under the control of a higher level of space.

"So fierce?"

The players in the Qi refining realm who just woke up from the yuan baby level threat and awe were shocked. Their weapons were all caught. How can we fight?

"Mole ants..."

The flame lion held Zhao Shi's Blood Sword in one claw, and the flame whirlpool opened its mouth and swallowed the Blood Sword and the flame on it.

Zhao Shi's space is limited.

"The sea of blood..."

Under the huge mouth of the flame whirlpool, the sound of a gentle cry sounded, ignoring the influence and limitation of space, and spread around without hindrance.

There was a slight chill in the hearts of all the people around, and only a cold sense of killing came to my heart and immersed in the bone marrow and spirit.

A red moon arc, which dominates all people's eyes, descends from the gray night sky and penetrates the distorted space.

And then through the world of fire, flying gently to the flame lion's forehead, but did not bring the slightest harm to its flame head.

"Roar!"

The flame lion suddenly roared with pain, and the golden red flame appeared chaos and fluctuation, setting off countless flame explosions in the surrounding space, and the flame world became extremely manic.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the red light of the Blood Sword between the huge sharp claws broke out and broke away from its own confinement. It turned into a sharp red light, which was condensed to the flame Saint lion's golden red eyes the size of a small hill.

He stabbed the flame lion's soul with cold intent, let it cool down, restrain the pain of his soul, and reluctantly mobilize some strength to condense in his eyes.

The huge eyes blinked slightly at the same time, and the two golden and red flame lights shot at the tiny sword light that had come to the eye socket.

Zhao Shi felt his body sink, and the surrounding space was hot and twisted like a mire. The speed of his red sword light suddenly slowed down. The distance of only a few centimeters was like a natural moat, and it seemed that he could never get closer to it.

"Huang Huo!"

In the roar of Zhao Shi's divine consciousness, the golden flame, which had been following the red sword light, suddenly burned violently. The flame changed from the size of fist to the size of candle. It was unstable and weak.

A layer of golden flame appeared on the blood sword. Zhao Shi only felt his body light, and the speed of sword light recovered as before.

"Ants, dare you!"

In the roar of the flame lion, the red light of the sword tip of the Blood Sword shrinks into a needle like shape, and suddenly pierces the pupil formed by the solidified golden red flame, and pokes into the huge eyes the size of the hill, and countless red sword gas filaments suddenly explode.

Boom!

There was a huge noise that shook the whole world. The eyes the size of a hill exploded, and pieces of flame and a red sword light burst into all directions at the same time.There is a huge hole in the head of the flame lion, and a large stream of liquid golden red flame river flows down the hole like a waterfall.

As soon as the golden red flaming river falls on the ground, it melts the gray ground into black gray magma, forming a huge magma lake on the ground. The golden red fire rises among them, spontaneously absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, and lasts for a long time.

"Ants, I'll burn you to death..."

The flame lion roared furiously. Before his words were finished, a thick red sword came and killed the foul language that was about to appear in his mouth.

As the red sword light burst around him, Zhao Shi's pale figure appeared among the scattered flame organizations, and an equally dim and weak golden flame floated stubbornly on his head.

"Ants? Who are the ants? Just a remnant soul really regards himself as a monk in the yuan infant period. It's ridiculous. "

Zhao Shi waved his hand and cut out a sword to block the fire. The roaring Zhao Shi sneered and looked scornful.

Yuan infantile monks are very strong, strong in all aspects, life, attack, defense, mobility, spirit are all strong, junior monks can hardly be their opponents.

Even though the bones of the early Yuan infantile creatures seem to be in the peak state of the yuan infantile stage, they can barely break out the strength of the friars in the early Yuanying stage under the stimulation of external forces.

But its spirit is short board, which is caught by Zhao Shi and Huang Huo, and breaks the defense with one attack.

It's a pity that its whole body's magic power is too strong. Although it breaks the defense, it only takes off one eyeball, which is not fatal.

"Looking for death!"

Zhao Shi's words really stimulated the deepest scar of the flame Saint lion. A golden red flame sealed the bleeding eyes.

The space fluctuated and twisted, and the flame mouth suddenly expanded dozens of times, covering half of the sky.

Without saying a word, Zhao Shi observed the other party's energy fluctuation before the attack came, and the red sword light flashed, and he fled to the distance crazily.

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