Zuo Panyu and Yang Fan were buried under a pile of dust, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead. The leader of the men in black could no longer hold back the fishy sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The snowstorm has also become much weaker under this mouthful of blood.

"Leave me alone, hurry up and chase after me..."

The men in black rushed towards the flowing fire one after another, and no one cared about the lives of Zuo Panyu and Yang Fan anymore.

However, fortunately, they did not die. Thanks to Yang Fan's quick reflexes, he summoned a wooden shield to resist the lightning, which saved the lives of the two.

Yang Fan shook his head out of the dust and pushed Zuo Panyu beside him.

"Are you dead? get up and move if you're not dead..."

Zuo Panyu slowed down for a while, turned over, and gasped on his back to the sky.

"Not dead yet... But it's almost there... I just won't be able to survive for long..."

"The vitality has been overdrawn, and the magic weapon has reached its limit..."

"Me too... I can feel the pain of adults... It's fucking uncomfortable..."

Yang Fan half leaned against the earthen wall, seized the time to adjust his consciousness, accumulate physical strength, and worked hard to dissolve the backlash of his vitality. And the mouth is not idle.

"It seems that today we are... It must have been explained here..."

"You don't regret it?"

Zuo Panyu gasped and said with the pain of backlash.

"You... Why are you talking so much nonsense... I won't regret what I choose..."

"In the water jade mine... When the adults announced that they would let the woman go home... I knew it... I know I didn't choose the wrong person..."

"Even the pain of mortals... can be considerate... Not to mention us outer disciples..."

Yang Fan paused for a while and said.

"I feel... It's us who are dragging down the adults..."

"We've been agitating... Encourage the adults to build their own power... I'm going to rob the mines..."

"If we don't instigate... Maybe those people won't do death to the adults..."

Zuo Panyu shook his head, "Don't say that, those people won't let adults go, who let adults threaten them..."

Before the conversation between the two was over, a cold voice came from outside the earthen wall.

"You two aren't dead yet, are you still in the mood to chat..."

"You two go to hell and talk..."

It was the leader who had just vomited blood, and when he saw his men rushing towards the flames, he also struggled to get up and prepare for battle.

The leader is suspicious by nature, and when he prepares to support the fierce battle ahead, his suspicious personality makes him deliberately go around the earthen wall to check the situation.

As a result, it was really blocked, and these two stinky boys didn't die.

The leader stroked his chest with his left hand, endured the pain in his chest, and summoned two wind blades with his right hand, preparing to kill the two of them. Before he could make a move, Yang Fan, who was half-leaning against the earthen wall, suddenly burst out and rushed towards him.

All the power that Yang Fan had accumulated burst out at this moment, and his head was on the leader's chin.

This one is really insidious enough, and the leader's mouth is full of blood, and half of his tongue is spit out.

The leader who was stimulated by the severe pain lost his mind, he clenched his fists with both hands, and smashed Yang Fan's back like an oil hammer, and when he hammered down, he didn't know how many ribs were cracked, and several internal organs were injured.

Yang Fan endured the pain, hugged the leader's waist and sprinted forward desperately, because he saw a lonely boulder in front of him, with sharp protrusions on it, which could definitely pierce the leader's heart.

At that moment, the two of them forgot their identity as awakened people, and like street gangsters, they relied on brute force to fight.

The leader's oil hammer smashed faster and faster, and smashed harder and harder, and gradually Yang Fan couldn't push it, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

In the end, Yang Fan still failed to succeed, and under the blow of the leader's two-handed hammer, he fell to the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The leader's tongue was missing a small bit, pointing at Yang Fan on the ground and muttering incessantly, obviously cursing.

But the leader didn't get complacent for long, and when he looked up to deal with the next one, he suddenly noticed a fist flying towards him.

It was too fast for the leader to dodge, and the huge fist slammed into his head.

The force of the impact sent his head back with a thud and slam into the rock.

The owner of the fist was none other than Zuo Panyu, who rushed over later.

Enraged, Zuo Panyu picked up his right arm, one, two, countless punches, all of which hit the leader's head.

Zuo Panyu was no longer able to cast spells, not only because his divine consciousness was damaged now, but also because he was fanatical and couldn't remember the matter of casting spells.

It was like he had returned to the slums of his childhood, like countless poor children, who only knew how to solve problems with his fists.

It's so refreshing to see the flesh with your fists and splash blood with your fists.

With a punch, the skin will open and the flesh will open.

Two punches down, and the eyeballs flew.

Countless punches went down, ** splashed everywhere.

The leader is already dead and can't die anymore, Zuo Panyu gasped and helped Yang Fan up, turned around and looked at the puddle of rotten meat on the leader's neck, and spit on it with a mouthful of thick saliva.

"Fuck you, look for death..."

Zuo Panyu dragged the unconscious Yang Fan and walked in the direction where the flowing fire was. He knew he was at the end of his crossbow, and it wouldn't do anything for him to rush over, but he still wanted to go, because he knew.

Where the fire is, where their hope is, even if they die, they will die there.

When Zuo Panyu and Yang Fan rushed into the wind and snow, Liuhuo was already angry. He pushed away the soldiers and was about to rush into the snowstorm, but Suzaku held him back.

"You can't go, now the enemy and I don't know, and if you go, you will be killed..."

"Your task now is to live, to live to take revenge, to live to find out who is behind the scenes..."

"All they want is your anger, all they want is you to lose your mind..."

The irascible Flowing Fire was persuaded by Suzaku to stabilize a little, and his blood-red eyes stared at the wind and snow in front of him.

Zuo Panyu and Yang Fan's efforts were not in vain, when their figures disappeared in the wind and snow not long after, the ghost claws entangled in the circle formation were obviously much less, and not only that, but even the wind and snow weakened a lot.

The centurion saw a rare opportunity, and hurriedly commanded the soldiers to cover the flowing fire, and the two of them slowly retreated.

After retreating for a while, when the circle array was about to get rid of the entanglement of the wind and snow, suddenly a strange change protruded in the distance, and a lightning light pierced the sky.

When the fire saw the lightning, he suddenly shouted, "It's broken, they're in danger..."

After speaking, he didn't care about Suzaku's entanglement, and shouted at her fiercely.

"Shut up, if you dare to stop me, get out of my sight forever and don't come back..."

Flowing Fire said, pointing in the direction of the lightning flashing ahead.

"Do you know why they follow me? Do you know why they call me sir?"

"Because they know that I am not one of those nobles who take human life seriously..."

"I'm not one of those fools who take down the pawns..."

"They follow me because I always rush ahead of them, not behind..."

"My fate is up to me, and I won't be swayed by these conspiracies..."

After saying that, the flowing fire knocked down Suzaku and grabbed his hand, and walked into the wind and snow without hesitation.

Suzaku cried with tears in her eyes.

"You're scolding me, you're beating me?"

"You let me go, and you beat my hands, how old are you..."

"Auntie, I won't leave, why do you tell me to get out..."

Suzaku cried and cursed while helping the soldiers resist the attack of the ghost claws, but in the end she couldn't catch up, because she knew that the more than 100 lives around her still needed her to take care of.

Flowing fire walked in the wind and snow, his steps were unusually firm, and his mouth muttered to himself.

"Why? Why do you want me dead?"

"Just because I might threaten you?"

"Just because I might take your interests?"

"You're going to kill me just for the slightest possibility?"

The people in black didn't know what Drift Fire was thinking, they only knew that Drift Fire was very weird, and walking in the encirclement was as calm as walking in their own garden.

The sneak attackers knew that Drift Fire was the key target of this mission, and all the ghost claws flew towards Drift Fire.

Flowing Fire had a light body and a slight swing of his head, dodging one ghost claw after another.

At the same time, one after another ice ring spells rushed out from under his feet.

The Ice Ring technique was fierce and urgent, and the rings formed by the low temperature spread rapidly, not only freezing the sneak attackers into statues, but even the flying ghost claws lost their vitality.

One by one, the ghost claws were quickly covered by ice crystals, and gradually they could not resist the attraction of the earth, and they fell to the ground one after another, and were frozen on the ground.

All the snow in the land through which the ice ring passes has been frozen into a thick ice sheet, and the fire walking on it is like walking on a 10,000-year-old glacier.

The fire walked steadily, with a spreading ice cap behind it.

Whenever one ring of ice weakens and disappears, another ring of ice is immediately released, and even sometimes when there is no enemy around, Flowing Fire keeps casting the ice ring technique.

All the men in black were stunned, they couldn't count how many times the Flowing Fire had unleashed the Ice Ring Technique, and they couldn't imagine what kind of magic weapon was supporting him to cast the spell.

The most energy-consuming ice ring technique was actually released by the flowing fire like throwing jelly beans.

The men in black didn't dare to stop, they had no way out, they knew that failure in the mission would be a certain fate.

Like moths swooping down on the flames, one sneak attacker after another swooped down on the endless circle of death, turning into one cold corpse after another.

Some of the attackers were even frozen in mid-air, shattering into ice when their bodies fell to the ground.

When Liuhuo walked in front of Zuo Panyu, there was no one in black who was alive, the wind and snow in the sky had stopped, and the sun continued to shine on the earth.

Zuo Panyu dragged Yang Fan and stood in front of the flowing fire and smiled stupidly.

Liuhuo looked at Zuo Panyu, who was smirking, and was angry in his heart, and opened his mouth to scold.

"You fucking bastard, dare to act without my orders..."

"Why were you so obedient when you were crying and shouting and begging me to be your boss? It's only been a few days since you recognized the boss, and your wings are stiff?"

"Want to fly solo, you've got a long job..."

The angry scolding of the flowing fire was really loud enough, and it actually woke up the unconscious Yang Fan, Yang Fan looked up at the angry flowing fire, and actually smirked like Zuo Panyu.

Liuhuo looked even more angry, pointed at Yang Fan and shouted.

"Can't you let me save some snacks? Who will show it to make this miserable look?"

"Think Lao Tzu can't spend all the money? sincerely deceive me into ordering medicine, let me tell you, Lao Tzu has no money to treat you..."

Just as the flowing fire was open to scolding the street, Suzaku also ran over with the soldiers.

Suzaku looked at the fire that jumped to his feet and scolded the street, and somehow his eyes were hot, and tears came out of his eyes.