Ning Chen was shocked to see that all the broken stones on the ground were shaking with a bang, the giant sword in Mo Ying's hand was entangled in flames, and the temperature in the passage quickly climbed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Poof" Mo Ying spit out a mouthful of blood on the giant sword, his face was as pale as gold, his red hair was like a burning weed, scorched black scattered, he became bald, and his last breath was about to dissipate, but on the giant sword was all his last strength.

"I will fall into darkness forever, and I will not be born beyond the heavens, and my life will be exchanged for your life." Mo Ying finally looked at the dark cave behind him, his eyes revealing a strong fanaticism and a hint of nostalgia.

Visible blood and invisible blood boil together, burning life.

The heat wave in the air was one after another, the minced flesh and blood on the ground were burned, the smell of burnt meat was diffused, and it made people vomit, and Mo Ying's hoarse voice was still echoing like a ghost, and his person had fallen, his tall body had become shriveled, and all the essence of life was sacrificed and blessed on the giant sword that hung in the air.

The flames on the greatsword rolled, like countless demons trying to burst out of their restraints and devour everything around them.

The man was holding an iron rod, his face was solemn, standing motionless in front of Ning Chen, he shouted at Xia Jiayi, who was outcropping at the entrance of the passage: "Hurry up and hide!" ”

Xia Jiayi was immediately pulled away by Miko Chishishi and ran out.

Ning Chen barely stood up, regained some strength, he leaned his back against the wall, the blood of the kung fu that took a breath left from the corner of his mouth again, he looked at the magnificent giant sword hanging in the air, and said to the man with his back to him: "Brother, can you catch this sword?" ”

Despite the solemn atmosphere and the huge sense of crisis, the man still had the strength to turn his face, show his twelve teeth, his temples were bruised, and said: "Brother, no one has said that I can't live so big." ”

Ning Chen looked at his developed muscles like stones, a small head, and a handsome face, and inexplicably thought of Nezha in "One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes", this contrast made him not hold back his laughter, the blood in his chest was churning, and he actually vomited blood.

Could it be that I am going to die laughing? Ning Chen spit out three mouthfuls of blood, and forcibly held back the nausea and held back the blood.

The giant sword seemed to have fully absorbed the energy, and the fire was even higher, and it was flattened by no one to control it.

"Wow", the giant sword broke through the solemn atmosphere, and the giant sword slashed through the air in front of him, like a rolling and hideous fire dragon, opening its bloody mouth and devouring all the life in front of it until its life was gone.

The man held one end of the iron rod with both hands, his face was solemn, the muscles on his body were raised higher, and the whole person was like a small mountain of meat, and the iron rod was like another mountain in his hands, a mountain that did not move.

The fire dragon and the iron rod finally collided together, and there was no imaginary fire, only a "sonorous" sound, and the fire dragon on the giant sword hit the snake with the stick, winding around the black iron rod.

The man stomped his right foot on the ground, and the iron rod pressed down hard, pressing the giant sword to the ground, and the other person turned over with the iron rod, and his hand shook rapidly, and the fire dragon on the iron rod was shaken down like a living thing, but it still did not dissipate.

"Seem", the fire dragon shouted, the stone ridge above the passage was shattered, the man's iron rod waved without leaking, the fire dragon waited for the opportunity to move, but the flames on his body were a little dimmed.

The fire dragon seemed to be under the control of an invisible force, and it writhed, and eventually the dragon dissipated and dissolved into a large fireball, instinctively smashing towards the most dangerous man.

The man sank his hands, raised the iron rod, shouted, and the strength of his whole body was gathered on this rod, he jumped up, and the high stick and the inertia of the hundred catties of his body smashed into the fireball, but the moment the fireball touched the iron rod, it exploded.

The blue, orange, and red flames intertwined and filled the entire passage, and the stone edges on the passage were all crushed and scattered, like snowflakes and flames intertwined.

A sea of fire, snowflakes, two figures.

Ning Chen's whole body shrunk into a ball and buried his head between his legs and arms, only to feel that the skin on his body was roasted dry, and then cracked, and the blood was evaporated before it could flow out.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing, it turned out to be the man dancing the iron rod in his hand, the iron rod was like the propeller of a helicopter, the invisible tornado turned into a tangible red vortex in the flames, with the man as the center, the flame was dispersed on both sides, and in less than five seconds, the passage was clean, and all the filth and Mo Ying's unwilling dreams were all burned away.

Ning Chenshu stretched out his body, looked at the scorched black on his arms and legs and smiled bitterly, a hand appeared in front of him, the man walked over with an iron rod, his handsome face turned into a black charcoal head, and his mountain-like figure also disappeared, a thin man of one meter and eight meters.

"Don't worry, I'm not one of those old stubborns who kill demons when they see them." The man's teeth were very white and a little dazzling, Ning Chen struggled to stand up and asked, "Are you an exorcist?" ”

"It's like a fake."

"You belong to Xia Jiayi's family?"

The man stroked his charred hair and said, "I'm her brother." ”

"How did you get in?"

"It's an exorcist's secret."

Ning Chen pointed to the Ten Thousand Demon Spear on the ground in the distance and said, "Help me bring my gun to me, my current state is a little difficult to walk." ”

The man nodded, he bent down, his hand held the barrel of the gun, a little force, no response, he gritted his teeth and tried harder, but he still couldn't pick it up, the muscles on his body suddenly picked up a little, but it was very difficult to pick it up, until he used the power of a second-level exorcist, he was able to walk, but it was not very easy.

The man threw the Ten Thousand Demon Spear to Ning Chen, Ning Chen caught it with one hand, held the Ten Thousand Demon Spear, and said, "William Macbeth, what about you?" ”

"Xia Jie." He smiled awkwardly and said, "I didn't expect your thing to be quite heavy." ”

Ning Chen raised his head proudly and said, "After all, it's Lao Tzu's gun." ”

Xia Jie stared at Ning Chen's slippery lower body, his eyes widened, and he gently raised his mouth and said, "Your gun is indeed quite big and powerful." ”

"Hmph." Ning Chen coughed and said, "Let's go in and take a look, just now there was a white-bearded old man who could transform like you rushed all the way inside, and that demon just now seemed to be guarding a demon named Anan, which is probably inside." ”

"An old man with a white beard like me?" Xia Jie frowned and said, "Was that demon injured by you just now?" ”

"I was hung all the way, and that demon was seriously injured, and it should have been injured by the old man with a white beard." Ning Chen explained.

"How strong should that white-bearded old man be?" Xia Jie pondered: "Our Xia family has existed in Los Angeles for three hundred years, how have we ever heard of such a figure? ”

He said, "Let's go, hurry up and go in and have a look." ”