With Xiao Huai, a Contra, participating in the battle, the situation between the two sides was reversed in an instant.

The strength of the Divine Flame Demon Lord is indeed against the sky, but in order not to let themselves be lost in the power, both of them tried their best to restrain themselves. Its strength has only exerted fifty percent.

But even so, with its powerful destructive power, it forcibly killed eight or nine Soul Saints, as well as more than a dozen Soul Emperors.

However, in the face of an eighty-five-level Contra Douluo, this bit of strength of the Divine Flame Demon Lord is not enough.

Unless Yan and Flame Ling'er ignore the danger of running away and unseal all their strength.

However, the weakening effect of the demon is still effective for Xiao Huai.

The moment he entered the purple mist, his reaction was noticeably much lower.

However, with his hard power, although the difference in size is huge, he still suppressed the Divine Flame Demon Lord to death.

"Boss, it can't go on like this, if it drags on like this, you will lose sooner or later." Qin Mo looked at the Divine Flame Demon Lord who was being pressed and beaten with some concern, and shouted anxiously.

"Wait."

From the very beginning, Mo Fan has been paying attention to Xiao Huohuo's movements.

After Xiao Huai entered the battlefield, Mo Fan noticed that Xiao Huohuo seemed to have eaten them, regardless of his own safety, and constantly sent the people around him to fight, wanting to take them down in one fell swoop.

And Mo Fan was waiting for the moment when there was no one around him.

The disparity in strength is too great, and now if they want to win, they can only take the action of decapitation.

Just when Xiao Huohuo let the last soul saint who was guarding him enter the purple mist, Mo Fan moved.

Qin Mo and Liao Qianran instantly understood, and endless vines appeared at the soles of Xiao Huohuo's feet, successfully covering his vision.

And Mo Fan quickly approached Xiao Huohuo under cover.

The sudden emergence of vines startled Xiao Huohuo, but he quickly settled down and dealt with the vines that kept popping up.

However, with the support of Qin Mo's third soul technique, the black vines were endless, but instead made himself more and more impatient.

These vines don't hurt much, but they are a must-have for people's mentality.

Just as Xiao Huohuo burned a vine to ashes again, through the gap, he noticed the figure that was about to come to him.

Looking at Mo Fan who rushed over, Xiao Huohuo smiled contemptuously.

A soul ring lit up, and on his shoulders, two wolf heads condensed from soul power appeared.

With his own head, Xiao Huohuo's three heads roared at Mo Fan.

While dodging the aftermath of the battle, Mo Fan, who was approaching Xiao Huohuo, keenly noticed this and immediately sealed his ears with soul power.

Just as Mo Fan had guessed, a huge sound wave swept through the vines and mist, and struck towards Mo Fan quickly.

A wrong body, Mo Fan avoided the incoming sound waves, but the piercing wolf howl had no effect on him at all.

Xiao Huohuo saw that his soul technique did not work for him, and his eyes were sharp, as if he was facing Mo Fan and fighting him in close quarters.

However, the constant appearance of vines always kept him in the way, making it difficult for him to move.

When he found Mo Fan again, Mo Fan had already appeared behind him, and the cold sword qi was like a falling flower, blasting towards him.

After a roar, a werewolf-like figure appeared in Mo Fan's field of vision.

At this time, Xiao Huohuo's eyes were red, and the crimson light overflowed the corners of his eyes, and his face showed a crazy look.

With the blessing of the soul ring, he pounced towards Mo Fan like a vicious dog.

"It's a mad dog."

Looking at Xiao Huohuo, who was gradually losing his mind, a trace of disdain flashed in Mo Fan's heart, and he easily avoided his pounce.

In the process of continuous dodging, looking at Xiao Huohuo's posture during the battle, Mo Fan suddenly had an idea and thought of a martial art.

When Xiao Huohuo pounced again, Mo Fan retracted the sword qi on Panlong's ink flute, and took this opportunity to slap him the back.

"Woooooooo

A scream similar to a wolf's howl resounded throughout the battlefield.

Let Xiao Huai, who was frantically crushing the Divine Flame Demon Lord, take a beating when he heard this wail.

And the Divine Flame Demon Lord took this opportunity to slap a pair of huge palms towards him like a mosquito.

However, Xiao Huai was only stunned, and when he found that the situation was wrong, he reacted quickly, jumped out from between his palms.

Although Mo Fan doesn't really know how to beat dogs, he can still pick up a stick and beat dogs.

The Panlong Ink Flute is a relatively long nine-hole flute, and it is no different from a stick when wielded, attaching soul power to it, and the power is unexpectedly amazing.

Mo Fan became more and more interested, grinding Xiao Huohuo, and scurrying with his head scurry.

I don't know what magic this random fight has, Xiao Huohuo was so beaten that he forgot to fight back.

Xiao Huai was dealing with the Divine Flame Demon Lord, and at the same time looked anxiously at Xiao Huohuo, who was being chased and beaten.

He wanted to pull away and save him, but although the Divine Flame Demon Lord was pressed and beaten by him, once he slackened, he would face the counterattack of the other party.

The others couldn't count on it, and they were all mired in the fog, and they were all played around by the demons.

"Woohoo! What's your trick?! Xiao Huohuo was beaten and lost his temper, and asked angrily.

Asked about this, Mo Fan paused the ink flute in his hand, and looked at Xiao Huohuo, who was holding his head and squatting, "Hmm...... It's probably called the 'dog stick method'. ”

"Dog fighting?! You're the dog! Your whole family is a dog!! ”

As if the sore spot was mentioned, Xiao Huohuo immediately jumped up and grinned at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan just smiled indifferently at this, and didn't care, and continued to wave the long flute towards Xiao Huohuo.

Xiao Huohuo was completely enraged by Mo Fan's indifferent attitude, his face twitched constantly, and he roared loudly: "Today I will let you see what despair is!" ”

A palpitating aura surged in Xiao Huohuo's body, Mo Fan noticed this, and secretly said in his heart.

put away the playful mentality, and the sharp sword qi condensed on the Panlong ink flute again, and flew towards Xiao Huohuo on tiptoe.

"You want to kill me now, it's too late!"

And just as Xiao Huohuo finished shouting these words, a pillar of light that soared into the sky suddenly appeared with countless miserable howls.

The surging energy made the people who were still fighting slightly distracted.

However, Mo Fan was an exception, and with the very short pause in the middle of Xiao Huohuo, he had come to Xiao Huohuo.

Without the slightest hesitation, several sword qi smashed directly into the opponent's heart, and directly crushed it.

And Xiao Huohuo's big move, which he had been accumulating, lost the supply of energy and was forcibly interrupted.

The retrograde blood in his body overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and Xiao Huohuo glanced at his heart in disbelief, and then fell straight back.

"Vertical son dare!!"

Seeing Xiao Huohuo being killed, Xiao Huai went completely crazy.

The last bit of bond in his heart was crushed by Mo Fan, and the energy in his body completely ran out, and the majestic soul power formed a huge energy storm, directly forcing back the Divine Flame Demon Lord who still wanted to attack him.

Looking at the rampaging Xiao Huai, Mo Fan couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

"This is a problem."