C1144 (1/2)
As strong as fire, he has already stepped out of the third step.
Even a long time ago, he left Tongtian island and went to Guhua islands to join some Xianmen.
This time, he came back for the sake of the heaven.
He's crazy. He's here for the first time.
No one can snatch his first place.
But now, he's lost.
A martial artist of seven levels in Tiangang state forced him to use the fire dragon startling empty fist.
In addition, he was also blown away by the opponent's 90 fists, leaving only nine.
This is a shame. On the first day of the hall of bird fire, he was forced to such an extent by the Blood Sword saint.
However, the stigma is far from over.
A mouse, the spiritual pet of the blood swordsman, continuously displayed his talent and magic power, smashed his most powerful mace, and forced him.
Even if it's a maniac, they are not sure that they can beat the little mouse steadily.
For a moment, the fire maniac stood quietly on the wasteland, staring at the little mouse, thinking about something in his mind.
After a long time, the people who were shocked on the wasteland woke up.
Boom
The sound of an uproar resounded through the waste land.
Everyone looked at the mouse in disbelief, and it was beyond their expectation.
”What are you looking at? I don't like you, rat?” Little mouse double claw fork waist, overbearing said.
”What about you? Believe it or not, I'll kill you
The little mouse's paw points to the fire.
The fire maniac clenched his fist, and the whole body was surrounded by flames.
”I can go from the weak to the present step by step. Do you think I have only these means?” All of a sudden, the fire maniac laughed.
His whole body breath, rapid rise.
”Fire maniac still has an assassin's mace?”
Many of the warriors cried out.
I saw a small box in the hands of the fire maniac.
Holding a small box in his palm, his face was full of arrogance.
”I didn't want to use it in advance, but you forced me.”
The fire maniac held the small box in his hand and said in a deep voice.
The next moment, he forced to open the small box, suddenly towering flames, instant emerged.
On the wasteland, it turned into a sea of fire.
”Run away.”
Seeing this, the warriors of each major sect yelled and fled one after another.
Some of them were too slow and were burned to death on the spot.
Fang Chen and little mouse are trapped in the sea of fire.
”Under my red fire, you will die without a grave.”
On the earth, the fire crazy hand holds the small box, the towering flame, unceasingly emerges.
This is when the fire maniac left the sect, the master gave him the treasure to protect his life.
This small box is made of the special material of Guhua islands and contains a lot of red fire.
ChiYan fire is a very domineering flame. Once the martial arts in Tiangang are wrapped in the flame, they will die.
Even those who are strong in the celestial realm dare not confront such flames.
It's a firecracker's mace that he wants to use in the final showdown.
But now, forced by mice, it's used.
At the top of the mountain, the people in the first echelon turned pale when they saw this scene.
Sure enough, every genius has his own mace.
”Red fire, this fire mania is really a big deal.” Cold seal road.
This precious flame, even his master ice maniac, can not get.
Hanfeng's major is ice road and magic Road, and has a unique sense of flame.
He knew better than anyone that this flamboyant might.
It's not what the blood swordsman can resist.
”I'm afraid that even if it's yourself, I'm afraid I can't get out of it.” ”The Blood Sword saint is in danger,” said Han Feng
Han Feng beside the cloud Xu, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, did not say anything.
Xia chenqin takes a look at Dan bixuan, and then looks at the bloody swordsman in the sea of fire.
As for Xia Ao, she frowned.
He doesn't care whether he lives or not. What he cares about is the little mouse.
”After the death of the blood swordsman, I'm afraid the little mouse will be hurt. At that time, I will rescue the little mouse.”
Xia Ao's heart is full of wishful thinking.
Dan bixuan is a little anxious. Even she can't save the Blood Sword saint.
”Mean.” Yang Chengyi shakes his sleeves and is filled with anger.
He wanted to help the blood swordsman, but he was blocked by Xia Ao.
”It's really worrisome.”
…………
On the wasteland, the little mouse jumps to Fang Chen's shoulder, displays the talent divine power to swallow, absorbs the red fire unceasingly.
”What? Is it absorbing red fire? Is it not afraid of red fire? ”On the peak, the first echelon of genius, saw this scene, was even more shocked.
They're all wondering, what kind of race are the mice?