The scorching wave of air swept by, making Mu Feng and Qianyi, who had finished driving dozens of meters away, feel unbearably hot and a little dry, and the air was constantly distorted and deformed under the heat wave generated by this fierce tiger formed by the flames.

At such a close distance, everyone exclaimed in surprise and expected that the Nangong Green Kite was in a catastrophe, and sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the flame tiger devoured the Nangong Green Kite's rickety body, and the crimson flames enveloped it in an instant.

I only saw Nangong Qingyu's vague figure motionless in the flames, and he didn't even let out a wail and scream, allowing the flames to devour it.

The cooperation of the three of them just now made Mu Feng and Qianyi dumbfounded, don't look at the contradictions between Zhuo Zichen and Yin Feng on weekdays, but the tacit understanding between the three of them at the critical moment still gives people an incomparably shocking feeling.

Maybe this is their tacit choice in the face of righteousness, if Zhuo Zichen and Xia Ruolan failed to help in time just now, I am afraid that the evil will be more auspicious, and if it weren't for the two of them, this trick would not have been so smooth.

When the Flame Tiger devoured the Nangong Green Kite and turned into a raging fire, the burning flames were more than ten meters high, and the surrounding air became extremely hot and dry, and the Yin Feng who performed this trick was also sweating profusely and panting.

"How?" Mu Feng walked quickly to Yin Feng, looked at his slightly pale and haggard and weak appearance, and asked worriedly.

Yin Feng's expression was solemn, his eyes were firmly fixed on the Nangong Qing Kite wrapped in flames in front of him, and he shook his head slightly.

"It's a bit hard to control, and it seems that it will take a little time to get used to it."

Just when everyone thought that Nangong Qingkite would definitely be burned to ashes by the flames, an unexpected scene happened, and Nangong Qingkite, who had been engulfed by the raging fire for a long time, had a calm voice in the flames, without the slightest hint of pain, and after she said such a sentence, everyone widened their eyes and took a few steps back in horror.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the flames that originally wrapped Nangong Qingyu had gradually weakened, and then a cloud of black gas rushed out of the flames, and then the naked eye could see that Nangong Qingyu's torn mouth was like a whirlpool to suck all the flames that wrapped his body.

The sword qi that devoured Zhuo Zichen before was the same.

When all the flames disappeared, Nangong Qingyu's clothes were tattered at the moment, her whole body was full of burn marks, her skin was like a charred corpse, there was still a trace of green smoke on her body, and her cloak was hideous and terrifying, which shocked everyone present and made her scalp numb.

If a person is burned like this, it will be difficult to move even if he does not die, but what about her? It seems that this layer of flesh and skin on her body has long been dispensable, even if it is burned to charcoal, it will not affect her at all, as if she has long since lost what pain feels like.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Just when everyone's expressions were solemn and their brows were tightly locked for a while, and they didn't know what to do next to deal with the mutated Nangong Qingkite, a black shadow suddenly flew out of the cave behind them, and several Qingxuanzong disciples who were close to the cave were already guarding the Nangong Qingkite with their backs to the cave, and they didn't have time to react at all, and their heads were cut off.

These Qingxuanzong disciples who had their heads cut off in an instant had their heads cut off in an instant, their eyes were full of horror, and their bodies were still in a standing position, and they struggled for a few times before falling into a pool of blood.

"Ah~" When he saw the black shadow kill several Qingxuanzong disciples in such a strange way in an instant, everyone present was shocked, and some of the disciples who were originally calm actually felt trembling at this moment, and they had a certain retreat in their hearts.

"Don't mess around." Looking at the sweaty hands of these disciples around him who were constantly trembling holding their swords, Zhuo Zichen knew in his heart that they were just as frightened as himself.

But fortunately, Zhuo Zichen, Yin Feng and Xia Ruolan were not frightened, although the strange scene in front of them made them unheard of and unseen, and they were shocked and frightened, but after all, they have experienced a lot of battles, and it is the most basic requirement to be in danger.

Even if the dozens of Qingxuan Sect disciples around them all panicked and fled, at least the three of them would not show the slightest timidity on the surface, they were the psychological comfort and pillars of these young disciples!

"Shishan!!" When Shi Shan, who entered the cave in a black robe and came out again, and Nangong Qingyuan became yellow and thin, with a body bent and blood-red eyes, appeared next to Nangong Qingyuan, Mu Feng and the others exclaimed in unison.

"It seems that one hand is really a little unaccustomed," Nangong Qingyuan found Shishan appearing beside him, and his tattered face looked at his empty right hand slightly and sneered.

"What the hell did you do?" Zhuo Zichen stepped forward, pointed at the two of them with the purple qi sword in his hand with an arrogant face, and scolded sharply.

"How did you get so embarrassed?" Shi Shan ignored Zhuo Zichen, glanced at Nangong Qingyuan beside her with blood-red eyes, and asked in a low and hoarse voice.

"Twitter~ just playing with them. What do you think? I'm not lying to you, isn't this power very powerful? Nangong Qingyi sneered, and replied that as for the body, it was gradually recovering at an extremely fast speed.

The burned skin was wrapped in a cloud of black gas, and after these strange black gases were completely absorbed by the skin, the original scars on the skin recovered in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, although the obvious scars on Nangong Qingkite's body were no longer visible, and even the torn lips had healed, but the body was still bloodless, emaciated and blackened.

"Where's the arm?" After Nangong Qingkite used the black qi to repair herself, Shishan found that her lost right hand had not been restored, and asked with some curiosity.

"Just borrow one. This power is not for such a waste! ”

Watching the conversation between the two women completely ignore everyone present, it feels as if you are witnessing a conversation between two demons from hell, which is terrifying.

As soon as Nangong Qingyuan finished speaking, his body jumped instantly, and he came to a disciple of Qingxuanzong when everyone was caught off guard.

"Die!" This disciple held the silver glittering short sword in both hands, and when he found that Nangong Qingkite had come to him and looked at him with a hideous and strange smile, he was already frightened, and instinctively let out an angry roar and slashed down at Nangong Qingkite's head with a sword.

"Smack"

"Well, since I want to borrow your hand, it doesn't hurt to let you cut a sword." A stunned scene happened again, this Qingxuanzong disciple's sword slashed on Nangong Qingyu's forehead, but it didn't leave the slightest scar, just when he was terrified and ready to cut the second sword, Nangong Qingyi's left hand stretched out and grabbed his right arm.