The Demon Palace screamed heartbreakingly, slapping the flames on his body with both hands, his face was hard to see, and the Qingyue Sword in his hand fell to the ground because of this.

He rolled on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames in his body, but it seemed useless for him to do so, and no matter how he did, it was useless.

He couldn't stop yelling.

"Water, water, I want water, who can get me out of this abominable flame, quick, help me, I don't want to die yet, I need to live, I still have to go to see my brother, I have to go to ......"

In the end, the sound of the Demon Palace was drowned out in a miserable scream, and the flames released by Jiang Xia burned the Demon Palace into ashes, eating away at his body, and after the burning, there was nothing left.

A breeze blew, and the last remaining ashes of the Demon Palace were also blown away, and there was nothing left on the ground except for sawdust, just a mess.

Jiang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and after realizing that the Demon Palace had completely died, he slowly walked towards the Blue Moon Sword on the ground in front of him, with a calm expression.

Jiang Xia likes this Qingyue Sword very much, after all, it is a thing from the Demon Palace, there is corpse blood on it, and it is a sharp weapon in the world, although it is worse than the sword of Yihe Hengliu, but it is also a life-saving guy, and it is a pity to lose it.

Besides, Jiang Xia can't guarantee that in the next time, no one will attack him.

It seems that the previous idea was correct, Orion really had special thoughts about himself, and included himself in the list of punished, so he sent someone to kill him.

But fortunately, he has the ability to mutate genes, so he can survive the confrontation with the Demon Palace, if he were an ordinary person, he would not know that he would die thousands of times.

Although this Qingyue Sword is a famous sword, Jiang Xia is also worried about whether he should pick up this famous sword, in case there is corpse blood on this Qingyue Sword, wouldn't it be dangerous, so Jiang Xia should think of a foolproof strategy.

He slowly raised his hands, thinking that the flames he released could remove the corpse blood on the Qingyue Sword, this method, Jiang Xia felt that he could give it a try.

Thinking about it, Jiang Xia used internal force to force out the flames from both hands, and used it to disperse the corpse blood on the Qingyue Sword.

At present, the dagger that Jiang Xia loves no longer knows where to go, so Jiang Xia must have a suitable weapon, and this Qingyue Sword is very good.

Because of the relatively long interval between them, the speed of generating flames this time was faster than before, and the heat was also hotter than before, and in between, a hot cloud of hot gas was generated on Jiang Xia's hands.

This time, Jiang Xia did not generate a fireball, because this time, there was no need to generate a fireball, but he was just trying to find out the corpse blood on this Qingyue Sword.

Jiang Xia squatted down slightly, his hands spread, his palms towards the Qingyue Sword, his hands waved back and forth above the Qingyue Sword, and the heat burned onto the Qingyue Sword.

At first glance, the hot breath was transferred to the Qingyue Sword through Jiang Xia's hands, and the hot breath gradually forced out the corpse blood on the sword, and between the Qingyue Sword, a blue-green liquid overflowed, still bubbling.

Seeing that it was really effective, Jiang Xia increased his internal force, and the temperature of his hands was much higher, and in the blink of an eye, the blue-green liquid on the Qingyue Sword was like a tumbling soup, overflowing, and with Jiang Xia's force, the color of the liquid gradually changed from dark green to light green, until it disappeared.

Realizing that the corpse blood on the Qingyue Sword had been eliminated, Jiang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, but for the sake of safety, it lasted for another two or three minutes, and then he withdrew his internal strength, and his eyes were fixed on this Qingyue Sword, Jiang Xia took a deep breath and made up his mind, and then he stretched out his hand and picked up the Qingyue Sword on the ground.

When he picked up this Qingyue Sword, Jiang Xia felt that his palms were cold, although he had been roasted by his own flames, it didn't seem to be warm, on the contrary, it was like an ice cube, this may be a side effect of this Qingyue Sword, however, the corpse blood on it was completely removed, it seemed that this flame was still quite useful.

Holding the sword in his left hand, Jiang Xia slowly stood up, as if he had obtained a treasure, looking at this Qingyue sword, his face was full of joy.

However, the three releases of flames just now made Jiang Xia a little unstable and his body swayed, with the help of the Qingyue Sword, Jiang Xia stood firm, and after a long time, it was better.

"This one is really good, although it is worse than the evil sword of Yihe Hengliu, but it is also okay to use, if someone comes to hurt me next, I will definitely let him die well, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks *, if he can't survive today, he will definitely wash Orion in blood. ”

"To survive, you have to rely on yourself to fight, rely on yourself, to survive, in this world, what is not on your own, I will definitely fight for the right to survive. ”

The Qingyue Sword stood erected in front of him, the sword light reflected on Jiang Xia's face, it looked quite murderous, his brows furrowed, he turned around, facing the broken door, holding the sword, and pointing to the place where the Demon Palace had died behind him.

The long silver hair fluttered slowly in front of his forehead, and between the heat and the cold, Jiang Xia couldn't choose a balance.

Outside the room, there is a path paved with cobblestones, and on both sides of the road is a green meadow, and green decimal places are planted, as well as crisp bamboo, like a paradise, generally, but this is still in Tongguan's mansion, there is no paradise-like freedom, unrestrained.

Jiang Xia looked straight out of the room with his eyes, his eyes were calm, his heart was shocked, he felt that there was something else going on, his brows couldn't help frowning, he was secretly surprised in his heart, his eyes were like wolves, he looked calmly outside the room, his brows were furrowed, and he was looking for an enemy in the dead corner.

"Pounding ......"

At this time, a strong middle-aged man fell from the sky, in the greenery, his face could not be seen clearly, his head was slightly lowered, and his side was full of murderous energy.

At the same time as falling from the sky, dust rose around him, surrounding this strong man, and when the dust cleared, Jiang Xia saw the true face of the person in front of him.

The black short sleeves, the black sweatpants, just a red rope are simply tied, and the fat on the body is extremely obvious, especially the moment it lands, it is suddenly turbulent.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, crossed his hands on his hips, straightened up, and looked at Jiang Xia in front of him with a fierce face, his fat body occupied the entire stone road, and that kind of fierce appearance made Jiang Xia feel a little scared.

He knew who the person in front of him was, the fat body, he had seen it in the last competition, and so far, this fat body still made Jiang Xia remember it vividly.

The younger brother of the Demon Palace, among the four generals of the Demon Family, ranks third, codenamed Xuanwu, and has no weapons, but his body is like an iron wall, even if he uses this Qingyue Sword, there is no way to hurt half a hair of the Demon Chess, all in all, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick.

However, having said that, the reflexes of this magic chess are a little poor, only strength, no IQ, so Jiang Xia has the ability to survive, but having said that, the battle just now made Jiang Xia lose too much physical strength, and if he is fighting against this magic chess, he will only suffer himself.

If you count the physical strength lost, the current Jiangxia can be said to be maintained on the same level as the magic chess, and the starting point between the two is the same, so the way left for Jiang Xia can only be to retain physical strength, and in the next battle, Jiang Xia should try to avoid fighting with the magic chess.

However, the appearance of the magic chess in front of him surprised Jiang Xia, you know, Xue Ying, Yihe Hengliu, Magic Chess, Xue Lan, and Bad all went to Wanwan, and now, the Demon Palace is dead, and the only ones left in C City should be himself and Xue Wuxi, which makes Jiang Xia very incomprehensible.

When did they come back, they should know, is it that the mission they went to Wanwan has ended, what mission they have performed, and the magic chess in front of them seems to have changed a little.

There are more scars on his cheeks, and there are also more scars on his exposed arms, which should be bullet wounds, Jiang Xia has been a special soldier, and he naturally understands bullet wounds, so it is not very strange that he can distinguish bullet wounds at a glance.

In Jiang Xia's memory, there are not many scars in these positions of the magic chess, so could this be left behind when they went to Wanwan to perform a mission, if this is really the case, then, what kind of mission did they perform, and there was such a tragic shootout.

Jiang Xia always felt that something was going to happen, since even this magic chess was here, then Xue Ying, Yihe Hengliu, Xue Lan and bad they should all come, in this case, will they meet them next.

It's better to meet the four generals of the demon family, but if you meet the two sisters of Xue Wuxi, Jiang Xia doesn't know how to start, and that He Hengliu and bad, Jiang Xia really doesn't have the physical strength to face these people.

In order to survive, Jiang Xia must win the magic chess in front of him, no matter what happens next.

"It's you, who killed my brother, his sword is still in your hand, you killed him, he actually died under your hands, and now, the two brothers, as well as the demon Xuan, have all gone, and I am left, and the magic chess is left. ”

The face of the magic chess became angry, raised his foot, and stepped on the ground, first the left foot, then the right foot, and suddenly, the footprints of the magic chess immediately appeared on the ground, and a pair of traces were concave, dusty, like a crazy bull, roaring in his mouth.

Jiang Xia only felt a wave of anger attacking, piercing the air, and pushing Jiang Xia's body back hard, Jiang Xia thrust his sword into the ground, but still did not resist the attack of the air, and his body still retreated.

Jiang Xia knew that this magic chess was really angry, even if it was just a stomp of his foot, the surrounding air vibrated enough, it was enough to interfere with Jiang Xia's actions.

After this shock disappeared, Jiang Xia slowly straightened up, holding the Qingyue Sword in his hand, even if he knew that the sword could not hurt this magic chess, Jiang Xia had to fight hard.