Chapter Ninety-Seven: Fire Dance Corona

"Whew-"

Liu Xiaoming breathed steadily, his spiritual power gradually improved, and the enemy in front of him made him feel a sense of fear that he had not felt for a long time.

Faced with an enemy who could kill himself with just one mistake, Liu Xiaoming's only way to think of at this time was to use the speed that he was proud of to use his pride to use his must-kill blow.

(Speaking of the right lane in the game, one mistake will be killed alone)

The spiritual power of the phoenix had helped Liu Xiaoming to simply relieve the wound on his neck.

"Suddenly, I envy the skill of returning to death, and return to the previous location after death" Liu Xiaoming smiled helplessly.

"Hehe," the demon sneered.

At the moment when the short knife of the Rakshasa ghost shook slightly, Liu Xiaoming kicked forward with all his strength, the enemy's eyes flashed with a deep green light, and the Rakshasa slashed vertically, and Liu Xiaoming's feet immediately changed direction and moved to the left.

With the fall of Rakshasa's knife, another green trajectory crossed in front of Liu Xiaoming's eyes.

The second one?!

Liu Xiaoming desperately dodged the attack of the second knife of the Rakshasa, the women's clothes on his body suddenly turned up, and a big opening was made in the corner of his clothes, Liu Xiaoming gave up the clothes on his body and dodged backwards.

The young man's body was covered with firelight, and a long robe embroidered with a phoenix (women's) slowly appeared.

"Is there still this kind of operation?" Liu Xiaoming was surprised by the long clothes that appeared out of thin air.

Liu Xiaoming's right foot stepped on the ground and struggled to advance, while Rakshasa shook the sword in his hand and killed quickly, the two swords intersected, avoiding each other's attacks and resisting each other's attacks, as long as they found a little flaw, it was a series of high-speed combos.

The lower bodies of both sides were almost motionless, relying only on the dodges and parries of their upper bodies to defend against stormy staggered slashes and thrusts.

The ghost flame and the green light were dazzling and dazzling, and the weapons of the two pressed against each other, and the Rakshasa ghost chuckled, and the green light in his eyes became brighter, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Liu Xiaoming suddenly woke up: "This is not disappearing!"

The yin wind swept by, and the young man nervously looked at the afterimages left by the high-speed movement of the rakshasas around him. With a brush, blood spilled from Liu Xiaoming's shoulder, and knife marks appeared.

Rakshasa dominates the rhythm at the moment, Liu Xiaoming waved his sword indiscriminately, but he revealed a huge flaw, and he was slashed by the blade several times in a row, which was a little more honest.

Looking at the gloomy and cold church that would kill him at any time, Liu Xiaoming gritted his teeth with anger and fear, is he going to die here?

The power of the phoenix gradually weakened, the treatment became slower and slower, looking at the knife marks on his body, if he continued like this, he would definitely be tortured to death by the rakshasas.

"This bastard is going to put me to death!" At this time, whether it is defense or combat, he will be immediately attacked.

"It seems that the skills to protect yourself can only be created by yourself!"

"Oh, oh!" Liu Xiaoming roared angrily to dispel his fear, spinning in place and frantically wielding the giant sword wrapped in flames.

This spin was also the first attempt of itself, and as time went on, it slowly found its rhythm, and due to the ultra-high speed, the flames of the sword body seemed to form a tornado, reflecting the deadly attacks of the rakshasas. As a large amount of spiritual power was injected into the sword body, the dragon scroll gradually turned into a phoenix and protected Liu Xiaoming with its wings.

There was a click as if something shattered, and the Rakshasa attack stopped.

Liu Xiaoming gradually stopped, looking at the Rakshasa with only one knife left not far away, the two of them gasped together, but they swung in a circle vigorously, Liu Xiaoming's arms were too tired to lift the sword.

After all, the Phantom Phoenix Ghost Flame Sword is still much heavier than the Iron Sword.

The tired boy provoked the evil ghost, "What's the matter, my indiscriminate fire dance is very strong?"

"Don't be so arrogant, I can resurrect yourself completely as long as I eat you, the monster stands and waits for me!" Rakshasa slowly stood up and prepared for the next assault.

"Ghosts will stand stupidly and not run!" Liu Xiaoming lifted the giant sword in his left hand, which still had some strength left, and put on a posture to prepare for the enemy's attack.

The blade of the short knife was aimed at himself, the green light lit up, and in a blink of an eye, the fierce and vicious expression of the Rakshasa ghost appeared in front of him, and in an instant, the six consecutive slashes of the divine speed pierced through Liu Xiaoming's body.

What happened just now made Liu Xiaoming not react at all, the speed of the Rakshasa broke through again, blood spurted out of the boy's mouth, and in surprise and pain, Liu Xiaoming stared at the evil smiling Rakshasa, his body shook and retreated.

"Let's Die"

Liu Xiaoming found that there was only a trace of the phoenix's power left, and the blood from the wounds of the six consecutive knives rushed out. He didn't say anything more, took a deep breath and gathered the last phoenix power and all his spiritual power.

The spiritual power was released, and the fire that ignited burned away the rakshasas.

The sword raised in the boy's left hand was already surrounded by purple flames, and as if drawing a semicircle, he moved the sword to the lower left of him.

"What else can you do with your broken body?" Rakshasa scoffed, his body flashing.

"Heh, it's a pity that you have gathered so much spiritual power in vain, huh!?

A human's right arm appears out of thin air in front of Rakshasa and interrupts his deadly attack.

"You actually cut off your own arm!" Rakshasa exclaimed, and Liu Xiaoming's deep voice pierced his eardrums in front of him

"Hey, try my new trick, it's called... Corona!"

Liu Xiaoming's eyes showed a fierce edge, and under the impetus of the greatest force, he waved the flaming sword blade in his hand. Unlike his previous high-speed sword skills, each blow this time was a heavy slash.

Intense pain spread throughout Rakshasa's body, making it impossible to dodge attacks using high-speed dodge.

"Uhhh

Liu Xiaoming roared, his pupils revealed ruthlessness, and the flames on the Phantom Phoenix Ghost Flame Sword held in his left hand burned even more violently, and the heavy slash lasted for nine times before stopping. The already shattered Rakshasa said with his last soul

"You're..."

Watching Alice's soul successfully return to his body, Liu Xiaoming put down the sword in his left hand heavily and fell to the ground.

"Now, both arms are going to be finished" Liu Xiaoming sighed, his left arm trembled unconsciously, looking at the three girls who fainted in the distance, the boy couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Wake up quickly, send me to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, I want to live a few more years." After speaking, Liu Xiaoming slowly closed his eyes.

"It's not over yet!!"

Under the hoarse voice, the fourth demon swordsman, who was standing still in the rear, suddenly emitted a green light in his eyes, picked up the long sword and walked slowly towards the fallen people.

"Hey, Rakshasa ghost, you haven't forgotten Ahri's existence. The little fox demon came out of the shadows, and its sharp claws flashed.

- On the land full of flames, the phoenix closed its eyes again in the flames.

"Thank you. A deep, majestic voice resounded through the sky.

"Indecisive bastard, you've already owed me two favors. Phoenix's eyes were half-open, and Wen Er replied gracefully after sneering.

——A little girl was playing happily in the beautiful starry sky, and suddenly stopped and looked at the starry sky in confusion.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little uncomfortable," replied a loving and intellectual voice.

"Oh, eh, what's that?" asked the girl, pointing to a huge boulder that shone with a bright star.

"Is this the rock that my father told us to seek?" the girl remembered her father's words, and then tried her best to lift the boulder, but she couldn't move it even after trying for a long time.

"Just take half of it, and when I saw my father, I said that there was only half left, perfect plan!"

After the quirky girl finished speaking, a giant beast appeared behind her, splitting the boulder in half, and throwing half of it into the galaxy without knowing where to go. I happily took my other half and left into the distance.