"Lotus!!" a hoarse roar came from Qingtong's mouth. After seeing a cloud of blood mist on the battlefield, the lotus turned into nothingness between the covering hands of the iron beak.

Although this period of time was short, Qingtong and Lian had a deep friendship: they were both fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls, they both lacked love and warmth from their parents, they both practiced hard to continue to survive, they had common enemies and common goals, and they could understand each other's unwillingness and suffering......

He remembered the bright-eyed girl with a tired but unusually strong smile, but at this moment, before his eyes, it all turned into powder.

And all the reason was because of the iron beast from the Dream Wilderness! Anger annihilated his reason in an instant, his legs flashed, and he rushed towards the iron beak at great speed, the fog was about to say something, but it was too close to stop it. The antelope wooden feet on Qingtong's body suddenly appeared, and with the inertia of running, the toes of his feet swept towards the iron beak with a wind blade without any game, and the iron beak snorted coldly with disdain, this level of attack, he can block it with one hand at will.

Qingtong suddenly took a deep breath, his body sank, and his speed was extremely fast, as if he had shifted his shape, he bypassed the iron arm that blocked him, and shallowly left a mark on his steel abdomen. Iron Beak was startled at first, and then a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the backhand of the defensive arm was a palm knife, slashing towards Qingtong.

"Run!" the fog shouted, and at this time, he had already flashed, and used his spiritual power to urge the spiritual weapon cane in his hand, and burst out with frost qi. The other hand grabbed Qingtong's collar and threw it away. narrowly dodged a backhand blow from Ironbeak.

"Do you want to die?" shouted Mist.

Ironbeak and Fog quickly jump away during the first collision. A ring of fire burned around him.

Qingtong was awakened by this sturdy fall.

Iron Beak looked at the small wound on his body that was cut by Qingtong's foot, and he couldn't figure out how this ant with almost no spiritual power did it: "Today is really a surprise." After saying this, Iron Beak turned his gaze to the fog, Qingtong was too far away from him after all, and he couldn't pose any threat.

"I usually like to save the best bugs for last. But then again...... In the midst of this flame, does it really matter if your icy cane is acute?" Iron Beak smiled evilly, in fact, the fog and Iron Beak collided for the first time, and the explosion of hot and cold collision had already caused cracks on the spirit cane.

"Damn!" Mist frowned deeply, and vines slowly grew from the handle of the cane, wrapping around the crack and repairing it. Then the cane slowly sank to the ground.

This is the cane given to him by the root, which is originally a spiritual weapon of the root, a wood attribute auxiliary spiritual weapon that can be treated, maybe it is the relationship between water and wood, after the fog seals the ice attribute spirit into it, the abilities of the two attributes can not only coexist, but also complement each other.

In the face of the iron beak of the state of devotion, the ability of the wood is completely suppressed to the point that it can be ignored, and in the strong temperature of the ring of fire, the presence of ice also becomes a weakness and weakness. So he put away the completely restrained spirit weapon and decided to give it a go.

"It was a sensible decision. Iron Beak gathered something in his fist as he spoke, and the fire elementals on the Ring of Fire all converged towards his fist.

"Aren't you very confident in your fists? Let's try it and let you know what a real iron fist is. Iron Beak said defiantly.

Before he could finish speaking, the fog had already gathered the spiritual power of his whole body towards his fist, and under the filling of the spiritual power, his entire arm was thickened, and the green tendons were bursting up, and the blood that was rapidly agitating in it made people see at a glance that the fog had also adjusted himself to a full-powered combat state.

With a "boom", flames also ignited on the fist of the fog, and the firelight flickered in his pupils, revealing a fanatical face: "I can't ask for it!"

The temperature of the entire battlefield rose sharply, and the aura urged the frenzied aura emitted by the flames to turn the surrounding grass and trees into scorched earth! Both sides were accumulating, but the silent battlefield erupted with more murderous aura.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...... Like the calm before a storm.

"Come on!" Iron Beak screamed and was the first to move, his movements so fast that he instantly turned into a phantom, and the Iron Fist slammed towards the fog like a meteor. Not to be outdone, the fog kicked hard with both feet.

The massive impact created a storm of flames on the scorched earth, centering on the fist collision between the two of them, and swept wildly in all directions. A firestorm engulfs the dirt and sinks the area.

Although Qingtong realized the danger and ran away in advance, he was still affected by this flame storm and blew a few heels.

"Boom!" a loud thunderous bang spread at this time.

Qingtong hurriedly got up, desperately condensing his spiritual power above his eyes, hoping to see the battle situation inside.

In the midst of the flame storm, the smoke had not yet dispersed, and a heavy punch slammed into the lower abdomen of the fog from the bottom up, the thunderous blow sent the fog flying, and the iron beak did not give the fog a chance to breathe, he flipped and jumped into the air, and kicked the back of the fog with the heel driven by the power of the spin.

In a split second, Mist's body was knocked into the air and then kicked into the ground. The fog's body turned around in the air, and Qing Tong could clearly see that the arm that collided with the iron beak to form a flame storm was gone!

The so-called fight of the fog is also outrageously wrong. Completely underestimating the power of this dedication. Despair spreads in Qingtong's heart.

In just a few days, Uncle Gen died, Lian died, the life and death of everyone in the circus were uncertain, and now the fog was also unscrupulously hit, and all the sources of subversion and tranquility were endlessly subverted, but they were just a few fangs exposed by the unheard dream desolate realm. Was it really right that he longed for a world that might have a father, but was full of malice?

"But if you are in the meat cage realm, you can only be controlled forever. A gentle female voice entered Qingtong's mind, and this fluctuation was extremely familiar.

"Are you? are you...... Lotus?" Qingtong seemed to hear Lotus's voice in a trance, and although he couldn't believe it, he was extremely surprised. He muttered under his breath, trying to communicate with him to make sure it wasn't his fantasy.

"Haha, you found out. The voice suddenly had a hint of playfulness, not like the melancholy lotus.

Lian loves the world so much, although she grew up in a family without a father, Lian, like other girls of the same age, has the liveliness and innocence that this age should have, but the uneasy feeling of leaving this world makes her worried. really saw through all this, and after unlocking the lock, she naturally regained her original personality from the past.

Because it has always been a passive choice: from the evolution of the aura to the spirit jade, the body on the edge of awakening gradually weakens and does not know it. and then to be chased and killed by monsters from the Dream Desolation Realm to the point of desperation, although desperately struggling, it was easily crushed like an ant.

Lian has never had any choice in the active sense, because her strength is so weak that she can only passively accept the fact that all the strong have arranged.

But at this moment, the lotus heart is like water. She could feel that she had a huge spiritual power in her body that was beyond her imagination, and this huge spiritual power was like a pool of deep water, and the battle in front of her was like ripples on a lake.

In this space, a colorful lotus flower suddenly grew out of thin air, blooming quietly. Ripples rippled in the air, gentle and peaceful, and the lotus and an old man with a hat walked steadily out of the colorful lotus.

Qingtong's heart was extremely happy, which was the opposite of the desperate sadness just now. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't. Qingtong and Lian's similar fate made Qingtong suddenly release all the emotions he had accumulated over the years of loneliness as if he had found an outlet, pouring them on this girl, and he had long regarded Lian as a partner who could be born and died for him.

Since the destruction of Lian's body, Qingtong lost his mind and disregarded life and death, and his mind was shaken afterward, and he could sense the desolation that spread wildly in Qingtong's heart.

This feeling is not the same for Lotus. In his own despair, he twice saved his boy with the light of hope. After Lian met Qingtong for the first time, she had a sense of déjà vu. This feeling was even more certain after she awakened, and there was an invisible bond in her fate.

The slight fluctuations from the lotus did not attract the slightest attention from the red-eyed Iron Beak.

After the fog was knocked down and sunk to the ground, the iron beak fell quickly and heavily from the sky, stepping on the fog's body, causing the ground to fly into a larger hole. Ironbeak looked at the wounded mist, and his eyes flashed with a sickly tyrannical light. He slowly condensed his spiritual power into his hands, wanting to deal with the people who had disrupted the black coffin of his plan three or four times.

Mist's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at this steel body, his heart was full of unwillingness, and the spirit staff surfaced on its own without being summoned by him, giving birth to tiny vines to heal his injuries.

"The other half of myself is really righteous enough, or rather, stupid. Iron Beak looked at the cane next to the fog and sneered. The spiritual power in his hand seemed to have been accumulated, and the red flames were entangled and gathered in his fists, spun up rapidly, making a crackling sound, and the scorching temperature of these flames distorted the air around them, the same fire fist as before.

"Disappear for me. The iron beak slammed out with an angry punch, striking like a falling star, the iron fist grinding against the air and exuding a huge and unstoppable momentum.

"Damn it......" muttered the badly injured Mist, unwilling to do so, but ready for this death.

Suddenly, the surrounding space flashed, and something seemed to have happened between the stars, and the fist of steel did not lose the slightest momentum, and it slammed into the body, making a numbing sound of bones and internal organs shattering, and the earth rippled again, spurting a large amount of blood from the overturned ground......