Chapter 420 (1/2)

”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.