The voice of the dwarf came: "Who knows!"

Zhao Ji looked at the fire and said: "Ah, you are really blessed with a great life, just now Feiyu started to kill, and most of the people were killed by him, but I didn't expect you to be alive." ”

The little man smiled and said, "It's a pity, I didn't know until I died, and I didn't know that you were His Royal Highness King Duan, who I wanted to kill." ”

Zhao Ji was stunned, sorted out the logic of this sentence just now, and didn't figure it out, probably because he heard it wrong. He then turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

He saw the body of the little man, lying on the ground, his body almost cut off by the waist, his eyes slightly open, and a trace of blood curling from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Ji reached out and touched him: "Hey." ...... Did you just speak?"

The body of the dwarf is cold and hard.

He's long dead!

So what did you just hear?

Where did the sound come from?

Whose voice is it?

"Zhao Ji, come to me!"

- Zhao Ji understood almost instantly. He stood up vigilantly, turned around and ran, shouting at Wang Liefeng: "He's still alive! It's not an auditory hallucination, it's a voice coming from below, he's alive!"

Wang Liefeng said: "What?"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly a firelight rose from the arena, making a crackling fireworks-like sound, the fire was impartial, and it was jumping in the direction of Zhao Ji, only to hear a heavy loud bang - it fell between Zhao Ji and Wang Liefeng!

That's not a fire.

It's a flying dragon in armor.

Armed from head to toe.

The armor is iron, and has been burned until it is orange-red to translucent, and it is shiny.

It's like forging a knife and refining a sword, and it's just waiting to be shaped. Now, every inch of this armor was like a cannon burning, and with every step he took, the ground hissed white smoke.

His left arm was no longer bleeding, and his wound had scabbed over and blackened, a patch of dried blood.

He found the helmet and the armor of his right hand in the fire, and then burned the wound - the pain was so severe that his expression was distorted, his teeth bared, his expression was quickly drowned in the hotter heat, the more painful pain, he knew that his body was almost one with the armor, and he wrenched each other to melt the other to himself, and the pain was so extreme that he became numb and sticky—he was afraid that he was going to die!

What is appearance, he can't see it for a long time, and he doesn't need it anymore.

As long as you can kill them—whatever!

He wants them dead!

This time he didn't want to kill Zhao Ji first.

He walked in the direction of Wang Liefeng, and he heard Wang Liefeng's voice, the kind of low and heavy, forbearant gasp. He knew that Wang Liefeng was in pain, because he was also breathing like this at the moment. He held the wall with his right hand, walked over, and his hand followed, and where he touched the wall, it was all hot and smoking.

Wang Liefeng stared at Feiyu and frowned, "Are you crazy, aren't you?"

Fei Wei smiled—Wang Liefeng couldn't see his face, but Zhao Ji could feel it. This was when he was a kid and he said he would come back and turn away with his laughter. It's a betrayal laugh. Zhao Ji could feel it behind him.

He turned his back on him, and now he will turn his back on himself.

"I have a clear conscience in everything I do for my purposes," said the Flying Fish. It's just that you have to be careful, if you don't pay attention to it, you will be doomed. ”

Stimulation awakens the person and pain makes the person sensitive.

The Flying Ray hadn't felt color for a long time. He couldn't even tell the difference between darkness and light, he knew it, but he couldn't feel it. He had almost forgotten what black looked like. There was nothing but chaos in front of him, blurry, and no exit.

The heat caused the Flying Ray to lose some of his hearing - his ears were buzzing with the burning sensation, and his ear bones were creaking. His pain seemed to be less intense, and he was almost numb after the strength of the pain.

Feiwei stood still, identifying Wang Liefeng's location. Even if a person is not seen, his voice is the second way in which it can be recognized, and if it is hindered, it is by virtue of the wind that he brings with him as he walks by, it is through the touch of the air, and there is a soft, powerful, slightly cool energy. But at this moment, most of every feeling of the flying dragon was deprived.

It doesn't matter anymore. As long as—

He grabbed Wang Liefeng's neck!

This blow was fast and ruthless, but it was not very accurate, and the iron fist of the red-hot armor slammed recklessly in Wang Liefeng's direction.

Wang Liefeng was only surprised in his heart, wondering how the other party could use such a move that seemed to have no martial arts foundation against him, and just as he was thinking, a hot air flow hit his throat, causing him to breathe.

He took five steps back, and the flying dragon followed five steps in a row, swinging a punch at each step, the first step was hesitant, the second step was tentative, gradually, Wang Liefeng felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to dodge, and suddenly, he suddenly realized: the flying dragon seemed to be attacking him, but in fact, it was only through the sound of his retreating footsteps to determine his location and the law of movement, so as to predict his next direction!

If it was just a confrontation, Fei Ling's senses would be damaged at the moment, and he would inevitably fall behind, but Wang Liefeng's five steps and one step, Fei Wei could hear it clearly, so his movements were clearly distinguishable in his eyes.

The Flying Ray grinned.

Zhao Ji shouted: "Be careful!"

One step late.

Fei Wei raised his right fist - the burnt orange-red glowing iron, imprinted on Wang Liefeng's chest like a cannon - Wang Liefeng reacted quickly enough, and immediately knelt down, his fist brushed upward, and at the moment when he was about to get rid of this burning, his fist flipped outward, from hitting forward to smashing down, and smashed on his unhealed, bleeding right shoulder at once!

Wang Liefeng didn't have time to scream in pain, but let out a hoarse pant sound, and his breath was full of incredible and abnormal pain, and he had to adjust it to the top of his head. The red iron burned through the clothes, and the flesh rolled and fused with the clothes and iron, and the flesh and blood blurred into charcoal, and the sound of roasting meat was like roasting meat. It was the blood that was boiling, it was the flowing blood that was burned to the ground by this hot punch - he was burned to the ground, and he could barely kneel; at the same time, the flying rays came out of his legs, and the legs were fully opened, and the sharp blades were full of red and glowing, and once they were pierced into his body, he would never let go, and he would not let go of his mouth, and all the internal organs in his body would be twisted together, and he would definitely die.

At this moment, the wound ruptured again, and his pain was re-stacked, and ordinary people had already fainted. But he couldn't. If he stops moving because of the pain, he is afraid that he will show a flaw in an instant, then he is really going to die.

To see his flaws.

There are too many flaws in people, nasal cavity, eyes, spine...... Therefore, an ordinary person is easy to be easily broken by someone who knows martial arts to seize these weaknesses, and the master's move is nothing more than to find the gap in the opponent's moves, and win with one blow when he is most vulnerable.