The orange and yellow fireworks were hoarded, resembling a large cake in a birthday party, and the blood-red light was scattered one after another, and the big cake suddenly became a lot more fanciful.

The scenery is beautiful, but it is full of solemn atmosphere!

"You're strong, but you're not strong enough!"

Makoto Ito held his head high, proud as a little swan, and didn't want to look at the ugly duckling in front of him.

Ye Qiu and Shaotian didn't care about Brother Cheng's so-called pride at all, and the Sky Devouring Flame indulged the energy hidden inside, burning the blood light that was stacked on top of each other.

"You're strong, but I'm not weak either!" Ye Qiu punched in the way, and Brother Cheng retreated again and again, dodging his attacks.

Ito Makoto is extremely lacking in hand-to-hand combat, Ye Qiu already knew it when he fought before, otherwise he would not have been injured so much if he was as shrewd as Brother Cheng. Fortunately, he escaped in time, and Brother Cheng may be planted directly in their hands.

Makoto Ito pulled away from him, not giving them a chance to get close, the red blood light wrapped around his timidity, and the sharp blood-colored silk threads were as agile as fishes, swimming freely in the clear spring, quickly leading the attack, and at the same time further widening the distance.

"This stupid person!, restrained, completely passive defense, what a wreck!" the silver card on his waist flashed, lighting up a ray of light in the dark.

I have to admit that this is a kind of nest play, but it is not correct, he just wants to vent the unwillingness and depression, and replace it with the fact that he will also rely on the battle to consume the opponent's spiritual power.

Of course, Ye Qiu realized this, the battle depletion did put him at a disadvantage, and the longer the time dragged on, the higher the degree of blood crystal fusion.

Early......

Drink!

With a roar, all his strength converged into a single punch, and he attacked and dodged the stalemate Makoto Ito in the middle.

The punch was neither light nor heavy, landing on Brother Cheng's abdomen, and the sandbag-sized fist pushed his body, and the crimson streamlines that brushed against his shoulders shimmered with a palpitating light.

"Gross... The fist is very hard!" Makoto Ito wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the place where he was lying on his back was shattered, and the blood-red light did not diminish, but worsened.

The layers of flames swept over Brother Cheng's face, he couldn't be attacked in close quarters again, his cautious gaze kept flowing, and the blood-red air almost wrapped him in a mummy.

Ito Makoto was extremely cautious every time he attacked, with the meaning of shrinking his head and shrinking his brain, and as soon as the blood-red line struck out, he immediately pulled back, for fear of being approached by any of them.

The style of play is really conservative and cowardly, which makes Ye Qiu a little distressed, and he really has no way to take Brother Cheng, and his serious attitude makes him never relax at all, and he swept in like a storm.

Ye Qiu's offensive is getting faster and faster, and his body shape changes are unpredictable, up and down, left and right, and he doesn't play cards according to the routine at all. forced Brother Cheng to retreat again and again, and the coping actions were chaotic one after another. In the face of Ye Qiu's sudden attack in the torrential rain, the only thing that reassured Brother Cheng was that Ye Qiu was not close to him.

"Not good!" exclaimed Ito, but it was too late, and the last thing he wanted to happen was as scheduled.

Shaotian's flame fist tore through the blood-red barrier and sank deep into Brother Cheng's back, and the torn black coat burst into flames, dissolving in an irregular circle to the surroundings.

It turned out that Ye Qiu's furious, fast, and irregular attacks were to attract all of Brother Cheng's attention, and to fight for Shaotian, who was hiding in the blind spots and blind spots of Brother Cheng's perspective, to get close.

When Ito Makoto reacted, it was too late, Shaotian successfully approached, and the warm breath breathed in his ears, causing him to blush, and his expression was ashamed and surprised.

The flame fist is more than one punch, raising the arm and swinging the fist, repeating this, like an electric spark dotting the timer and striking out in a row.

Brother Cheng's back twisted when he landed, and his bones broke in the air, and several of them were broken, several of which were almost shattered.

Shaotian fell to the ground half-bent on his knees, and the flame fist was clasped on Brother Cheng's back, and his back was bent like an arched bridge across the river, and clusters of flames gushed from the bridge.

If the blood-red light hadn't defused most of the attacks, Makoto Ito would have died under Shaotian's fist.

A trace of disbelief flashed in the golden pupils, and it was the first case that it could survive under the continuous attack of the Flame Fist!

Seizing the moment when he was stunned, Ito Makoto hurriedly fled, his bent back stretched out, and the red light silk stretched from his back, and the silk was wrapped like a soft tentacle.

"It seems that I underestimated you, I can't imagine that I can be forced to this point!"

The wind was whistling outside the flame enclosure, the wind was long and the flames were high, and Ye Qiu subconsciously raised his arm to protect him and retreated.

The circle of flames stirred up by the Shaotian Fist expanded from the inside out, the radius became larger and larger, and the air moved together, rolling up the rising wind. At the end of the fist, the flames that were stirred up suddenly fell.

"Stupid! I didn't even notice this, I ate and drank for so many years, and I innocently put a piece of good blood crystal into it. The light in the corner of the silver medal was particularly conspicuous in the dark, but the presence did not pay attention to the silver light, so naturally they did not pay attention to him.

Blood crystals are very precious, otherwise you won't be able to get such a small piece until lv5, which is enough to see its preciousness!

If it is so easy to lose, then the blood crystal is indeed wasted. Even if Ito Makoto can get out at this time, he will definitely suffer extremely cruel torture when he goes back.

"It's so outrageous! I'm glad I couldn't help but save that idiot, otherwise I'd lose my face. The figure disappeared into the darkness, and the silver glittered no more.

Makoto Ito flew high, falling through the wind, falling extremely fast, and the flames generated by the friction of the wind swallowed most of his body, and the flames on the ground rose.

It's obviously boring to watch the performance of the waste! If you don't leave now, how long will you stay? The silver light disappeared into the darkness, and the subtle soft sound of metal fell silent.

Brother Cheng was once again approached, the blood crystal was violently turbulent, the red breath was disordered for a moment, and the fusion degree of the blood crystal plummeted, and then returned to a normal upward trend.

Makoto Ito fell into a scorching depression again, and the agitated air was restless and sultry. The fusion degree of the blood crystal decreased, but the power of the strange blood-colored silk thread did not decrease, and within a breath, it cut through the encirclement of the fierce depression.

With such a great opportunity for his blood crystal fusion to decrease, how could Ye Qiu miss it!

The flame pattern of Ye Qiu's right arm tended to brighten, the red arm was like an active volcano about to erupt, and the restless magma emitted an extremely uneasy mist.

"Impossible!" Brother Cheng shouted in disbelief, everything ended so quickly.

The relentless fireworks devoured him again, the entire mortal body was devoured, each cluster of flames gradually took away every part of his life, the blood-red silk remnants dispersed, the long tail that was dragged up faded into mist, and the pure white air around him was smeared with a layer of crimson.

Brother Cheng couldn't escape from the flames again, and even if he was a fool, no matter how shrewd he was, he still couldn't escape the flames.

Ye Qiu said the last words to him, and the sound waves dispersed with his strange expression that he couldn't let go.

"Brother Cheng, I can only say... You don't know anything about power!"