The gray-robed old man grabbed the conversation and said, with a rush of mana, gray light flames floated around his body, and with the appearance of this gray light flame, the originally cold and piercing void suddenly became a little hotter, and even the void trembled for a while.

"No, I'm coming!"

The white-robed man waved his hand, smiled, and said: "Ben Linglang hasn't touched anyone for a long time, this courage is commendable, how can Ben Linglang not fulfill his wishes, however, the words have to be made clear, as long as Ben Sheng takes this move, the two of them will participate in my Flame Palace, if they can't take it, Ben Linglang will pat his ass and leave, and he will never disturb the position in the future!" ”

Seeing that he was so proud, Tietou was a little apprehensive, and couldn't help but set his eyes on the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and Allure in the distance.

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect Academy smiled faintly, his lips moved silently, and a voice sounded in Tietou's mind: "You just have to exert your magical powers!" ”

Hearing this, Tie Tou's heart immediately became confident, grinned at the white-robed man, and said, "Okay, say one is one, as long as you take this axe, this saint will participate in your Flame Palace." ”

"Nope. It's the two of you, not the one of you! ”

The white-robed man said, and glanced at Xiaoqing intentionally or unintentionally.

"I've always been a co-advant and co-op, as long as you can take the axe. Anything is easy to say! ”

Tietou smiled, turned his head to look at Xiaoqing, and said softly, "You stand back first!" ”

Xiaoqing gently agreed, and her figure flickered, drifting towards the side of the wide street to avoid a hundred feet away. The body is light and fast.

The male and female monks around Xiaoqing couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at the white-robed man together.

"Stand down!"

The white-robed man inexplicably rose a fire of jealousy in his heart, and said expressionlessly, the folding fan in his hand was gone, but in the palm of his other hand was a flash of brilliance, and there was an extra red staff of a length of a few feet, and the body of the staff was inscribed with silver runes as small as beans, coiled with a golden dragon that showed off its might, this dragon painted sound and color, and pieces of dragon scales were shining. There is even brilliance in the turquoise dragon sunshine.

With a "boom", a cloud of red flames as large as acres casually burst out from the staff, covering the figure of the white-robed man in the red flames in the blink of an eye.

A loud dragon groan came, and the golden little dragon actually flew away from the staff in a majestic manner, first whirling around the man for several weeks, and then turning into a golden light and disappearing into the man's body. The man's pair of pupils turned turquoise in a moment, and patches of golden fine dragon scales quickly grew on his skin and cheeks, and the spiritual pressure in his body was also rising, and in an instant, it was already the peak of the middle-level Demon Ancestor, and it continued to rise. As if to break the bottleneck, with a wave of the staff in his hand, there was a "boom", and a red flame burst out again. Bursts of Sanskrit sound came from the red flames.

The cold smell of the void melted in an instant, and instead became extremely hot.

There was a faint suppression shaking on the horizon, and the crackling sound of the flames burning was sharp and sharp.

The monks with low mana had long since fled far away, and the wide avenue was wide, and the same forbidden aura shone above the doors of the shops. Some shops even closed their doors in a hurry.

However, many monks noticed that the space here was shaken and the spiritual power of Liuhe was changed, and many of them came from a distance, and many monks stopped and looked at it from a distance, spreading out their divine sense to investigate here.

Although the gray-robed old man and the others were far away from the iron-headed and white-robed men, they were still tightly surrounding Xiao Qingzhou.

As far as the eye can see, the monks around him who have not yet escaped are full of realms above the Demon Venerable.

"Celestial Dragon Staff! Tsk, the old man is really generous! ”

Not far from the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, a middle-aged man with a fair face looked the staff up and down, his eyes shining and muttering to himself.

"Hehe, I'm afraid that this treasure will harm this kid!"

Next to the middle-aged man, another strong man with a leopard head and ringed eyes and a red-haired shawl took over and said, this person is a high-level demon ancestor.

Hearing the man's words, the gray-robed old man looked over with an unkind face.

There was a sneer on the corner of the red-haired man's mouth, and his gaze swept over the gray-robed old man and the others unceremoniously, without the slightest hint of fear.

The silver-armored guards exchanged words for a while, during which one of the guards quietly took out a transmission spirit jade.

Compared with this staff with red flame tumbling runes flying, the Xuanming Axe in the iron head's hand is inconspicuous.

Under the gaze of the world, the iron head retreated several steps backwards with a solemn expression, as if he was a little afraid of the red flame fluttering in front of him, and the interval between the two widened a hundred feet.

"What, are you scared?"

A trace of ridicule appeared on the corner of the white-robed man's mouth, and with a rush of mana, a staff shadow rose into the sky, turning into a huge pillar of flame dozens of zhang long, and the flames fluttering around his body seemed to have spirituality, rushing towards this huge pillar-like staff shadow, the staff shadow became more and more condensed, but the void was distorted and changed.

"That's right, Ben Sheng is a little scared!"

Tietou finally stopped, smiled, and said, "I'm afraid that if I kill you with an axe, your old man will cry to death!" ”

Slowly raised the Xuanming Axe in his hand, a ball of azure light flew out of the axe, churned in the air, and turned into a huge blue axe shadow like a small mountain, which was a hundred feet in size, and with the appearance of the axe shadow, it became cold and piercing again in the void.

One cold and one hot, the two spirits collided in the air, announcing a series of sharp roars, and the red flames of the Cane Shadow Zhou actually flew in the direction of the white-robed man's address.

At this moment, the spiritual pressure that emanated from the iron head's body was not weaker than that of the white-robed man.

Hearing the words of the iron head, a cloud of anger rose in the white-robed man's heart again, and he felt the strength of the spiritual pressure exuded from the iron head's body, but he secretly felt a chill, his mouth opened, and a golden light flew out of his mouth, turning into a small shield with golden light, flying up and down around the white-robed man, rising and shrinking wildly.

"Don't you think it's too late to sacrifice this broken shield now?"

The iron head suddenly screamed, and with a wave of the axe in his hand, a blue light flashed, and the huge blue axe shadow like a small mountain was the same as Mount Tai and smashed the white-robed man on the head.

The white-robed man originally thought that the iron head would use all his strength before suggesting to attack, but he didn't expect the iron head to say that he would fight, he was startled, and his heart moved, the golden shield shook above his head, and with a wave of the staff in his hand, the flame pillar also hit the axe shadow.

With a loud "dang", the golden shield was torn apart, but the blue light also collapsed.

Although the flame pillar looks much smaller than the blue axe shadow of this hill, it is also more condensed than the axe shadow, and it bears the axe shadow that is pressed down, and the "thunder" is a shocking sound, and the axe shadow and the giant pillar are distorted and deformed together, but they do not collapse and disperse, and the red flame and blue flame are staggered together, and there are many red flames and blue light scattered and fluttering.

The white-robed man hurriedly swung his fist to block the fragments of the magic weapon that smashed over, but saw that the giant pillar of flames dozens of zhang long was slashed in the middle by the axe shadow, and pressed down little by little.

The person agreed to make only one move, and once the giant pillar of flame collapsed with the axe shadow first, maybe it smashed on the head of the white-robed man, and the white-robed man would lose.

The white-robed man snorted coldly, and a crimson flame rushed out of the staff, continuously submerging into the pillar of flame above his head.

The pillar of flame trembled and became vertical, holding up the axe and flying into the air.

On the other side, a pillar of blue light erupted from the Xuanming Axe, which disappeared into the shadow of the axe.

The two forces collided one by one, and one after another red flames and blue flames flew towards Zhou Fei again, and even a few flames fell into the onlookers.

The world couldn't help but flee, and the shadow of the axe and the pillar of fire fell inch by inch above the white-robed man's head again.

The gray-robed old man hesitated for a moment, then his left hand in his sleeve quietly moved, and a faint white light flew straight towards the iron-headed vest.

The white light hit the back of the iron head, but it was a sound like a symphony of gold and iron that announced "dang", and the sparks splashed, bounced back, and flew towards the gray-robed old man, but it was a bright dagger of a certain length.

Seeing the dagger stabbing at him, the gray-robed old man stretched out his hand without thinking, and the white light flashed, and the dagger disappeared into his sleeve when it landed. Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, their faces changed greatly, but several of Zhou's monks had already looked at each other, each with a little surprise and disdain in their expressions.

As if under its influence, the white-robed man's mind was ignored, and the arm holding the staff trembled slightly, and the red flame that erupted from the staff actually changed direction, and disappeared into the giant pillar of flames that flew into the shadow of the staff.

With just this one error, the giant pillar of flame shattered violently, and the huge blue axe shadow like a small mountain could no longer stop it, and a cloud of red and blue light and shadow smashed on the top of the white-robed man's head with great force.

At the end of this section, I wish you a happy read! (To be continued.) )xh118R1052

Seven Ninety-Seven Demo

A strange cold that seemed to freeze the monk's divine soul suddenly rushed out of the axe shadow, and the monks who were watching the excitement around were forced by the biting chill that was several times stronger in this sudden realm, and their demeanor changed drastically, and they retreated one after another. ←，

There was a loud "thunderbolt", and the sturdy bluestone street was actually split by the axe shadow into a bottomless axe-shaped pit, and the cracks quickly scattered towards Zhou, and there was a humming sound of forbidden spiritual light everywhere.

Perhaps it was because the cold power contained in the axe shadow was too strong, and the figure of the white-robed man first quickly turned into a blue ice sculpture at the moment when the blue light reached the body, and then was hit by the huge force carried by the axe shadow, and the entire body was actually shattered into pieces of blue ice, as if even the divine soul was frozen and annihilated.