Chapter 1625: Happy konjac (2/2)

Ning Qi’s eyes lit up.

There is an inexplicable breath in the enchanting konjac, which is different from the power of creation, the power of law, and the sorrow. It is the mysterious force that he has never touched.

”The magic flames!”

Chen Zhong snorted and pointed the joyful konjac to Ningqi. The next moment, a black gas suddenly came out of the gourd. The gas instantly turned into a black flame, and everything on the route was burned as Coke, followed by a snoring sound in the black flame, as if a demon head wanted to break free from it, and the singer of the claws danced away.

Ning Qi’s eyes flashed a dignified color, waving a stick to the black flame, and the demon head that seemed to break free, the flame condensed out of the two arms and lifted up, resisting Ning Qi’s blow. .

call……

The aftershocks of the turbulence swept away in all directions like a gust of wind. The slightly-closed monks who were standing suddenly turned upside down, and quickly retired with horror!

The dragon stick that has never been unfavorable, this time did not break the black flame, but was caught by his death, the devil head condensed in front of the flame, and the laughter of Ning Qi’s screaming, screaming, the top of the dragon stick began. Gradually melting, the pattern of the engravings on the top was instantly destroyed.

The breath of the dragon stick fell down from the best of the best to the top of the spirit, and fell from the top of the spirit to the middle of the spirit, but in a short period of time, it was melted out of the majority, and was held by Ning Qi The end of the pair also became a red fire, and a black smoke rose from the palm of Ningqi.

”Ha ha ha!”

Chen Zhong’s eyes showed the color of qi, and he laughed. Because of the excitement, the blue veins on his neck loomed, and the power of creation in the body once again rushed into the joyful enchantment. The body of the black flame condensed several times and opened. The big mouth of the blood basin, bite away to Ningqi.

Losing a piece of the best spirit, Ning Qi's mood is not a trace of turmoil, this dragon stick is his pick, usually used to the enemy is quite handy, but the power compared with the Dragon Sword, there is no comparability, Since it can be melted by the magic flame in front of it, it means that its quality is not top, and the destruction is ruined, but Ning Qi will not eat this loss, ruining him a best spirit, then it is to take another piece. Spirit to compensate.

A knives flashed over, and I intended to swallow Ning Qi’s demon head, but it was cut off from the head, but it did not have a substantial flesh. The skull that was cut off by the Dragon Slayer fell on the ground and turned into a raging fire. In the meantime, this blood river square city became a sea of ​​fire. When the flame spread to the blood river, it would not be extinguished. Instead, it burned on the blood river and turned the water in the blood river into The **** fog is rising!

”what!”

A monk accidentally contaminated a trace of Mars, and the mid-term monk in the midst of the law was burned to ashes in an instant. The remaining monks saw it, and his heart was terrified. It was just a sparking star in the aftermath of the battle, and they were able to die. This kind of battle is really terrible.

”Ok?”

Chen Zhong’s eyes showed a strange color. The magical power of the enchanting enchanting was amazing. Even the stick that the other person just knew that it was not the best thing could be smelt and turned into two pieces. Seeing Ning Qi smiled and smiled toward him, Chen Zhong immediately madly spurred the joyful konjac in his hand, and the magic flame suddenly rose again.

Ning Qi walked toward Chen Zhong as a leisurely walk, and when the demon head of the magic flame approached him, Ning Qi was cut off, and the magic flame that occasionally fell on him was also instantly enchanted by the spirit of the spirit. It was extinguished and did not cause too much damage. So repeatedly, he quickly approached Chen Zhong.

”How is this possible? Give me to die!”

Chen Zhong’s eyes flashed a flustered color, but in a dozen times, Ning Qi was about to walk in front of him. He immediately fought his life and used all the power of creation to spur the joyful konjac in his hand.

”Unfortunately, if he can play the true power of the joyful konjac, this son will die.”

Ziyue Yanjun looked at this scene coldly, but he was interested in the dragon sword in the hands of Ningqi.