Wu Wenxu, it's time to release the Death of Skull Flame!

Half a year ago, Wu Wenxu, who was still a fifth-level magician, burned to death thousands of soldiers in the Demacia Execution Ground with a single move of Skull Flame, and the entire execution ground was burned into nothingness by the Skull Flame, and there were no ashes left of the dead people!

After that, a swift wind and flame slammed the throat of the Hokuriku, blasting out a path of flames and plunging the Snowge Fortress into an unprecedented calamity.

The appearance of the Death of the Skull, every time is accompanied by a terrible disaster, and because of this, Wu Wenxu was named the King of Demons symbolizing sin and destruction by the Valoran Continent, and now, this terrible source of evil, with the power of the eighth-level great magician, is it going to perform the Death of the Skull Flame again?

'Hopeful, hopeful! ’

Before the man was about to cast this terrifying forbidden spell that destroyed the world, Rengar thought that he had seen him very thoroughly, he didn't think he was very strong, except for his personality charm, Rengar really didn't find that Wu Wenxu had the possibility of being powerful.

But now, he can't see through Wu Wenxu! I can't see through it at all.

This man continues to create miracles along the way, and even today, he broke the seal of the strongest man in the Valoran Continent, and with two magic particles, he is about to swing the Death of Skeleton Flame towards the fourteenth-order super magic guide!

Fourteenth Order, huh?

What kind of concept is that, the fourteenth-order super demon master, it is an existence that Rengar can't even imagine, and when he raises his hand, he can annihilate his own existence, he Wu Wenxu, with the eighth level against the fourteenth order.

"Go ahead!"

The tiger stood proudly, his strong muscles were like an endless mountain, he was just standing outside the circle of scorched black flames, as if he was covering everything in the world, the tiger stared at the man seriously with his fierce eyes, in front of this flame skeleton that distorted the space, he was very excited.

'Skullitis? Can you force me to exert all my strength, Wu Wenxu, if I take this move, I will definitely cut off your head and keep it forever, and I will also dedicate your body to my father, I believe that a person who has two magic particles in his body will be very interested. ’

The Death of the Skull Flame, which turned into a white skeleton, had completely squeezed Wu Wenxu's magic power, and it slept contentedly in front of the man's palm, Wu Wenxu had to stretch out his palms in order to be able to lift this guy whose size had reached an unprecedented level.

The Death of the Skeleton Flame seems to be hanging its head slightly, and its chin is hidden in the flames, but through the dazzling white fire that cannot be looked at directly, the eyes of the Death of the Skeleton, the two extremely white fires seem to have a soul, that kind of tyranny, that kind of fighting spirit, the death of the Skeleton Flame, I can't wait to burn the flesh and blood of the enemy!

'Just shoot?' Hehe, all the hole cards of Lao Tzu are revealed, if the death of the skeleton can't kill you, can you still let me go? ’

Wu Wenxu is not a fool, a fourteenth-order pervert, crushing himself only needs a breathing time, although he looks heroic and saves himself a glimmer of life, but that glimmer of life is not a bet on the death of the skull!

Wu Wenxu's dark and deep eyes suddenly became cold: "If people don't offend me, I won't offend people, if I want to put my life in the hands of the enemy, then I, Wu Wenxu, can only say, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die!" ’

Even if he can give this perverted naked man a threat to his life, with the slow speed of the Death of Skull, he will definitely be able to escape, leaving such a terrible guy as a trouble, where can he sleep in the future? ’

Now that you have completely torn your face, you must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and never suffer in the future! ’

Holding the death of the skull flame that was close to maturity, Wu Wenxu was really difficult to hold on, Wu Wenxu moved his right foot with difficulty, and under the sole of his foot, a burst of blazing flames suddenly burst out, burning the scorched earth within three zhang to the point that there was not even ashes left!

Wu Wenxu's right foot sank, but next to his foot, the blade of the wind that was lying quietly because of the emptiness of the earth was only half a step away.

"At the beginning of the Snow Fortress, with the help of Yasuo's wind to minimize the loss of magic power of the Skeleton Flame, I wonder if I can use the Wind Blade to perform the effect of Wind Rush?" ’

It was not easy to lift the seal of the Skeleton Flame, Wu Wenxu would never give the enemy a chance to breathe again, and he must play the most ruthless and deadly means to make them unable to escape.

"Wu Wenxu, the fangs hanging on your neck are the fangs of the souls of my ancestors, which were passed down to me by my father, and they gather the fangs of the souls of the ancestors for hundreds of years, with the help of the power of the ancestors, you can strengthen the magic skills you are about to perform, you have obtained the approval of my Rengar, try to communicate with the white fangs, I believe that the ancestors will hear your call."

"Soul Fangs?"

Wu Wenxu looked down, only to find that there was a white fang with a long index finger hanging on his neck at some point, the rough fangs touched the skin, there was no unbearable feeling, but it was very delicate and gentle.

Try to communicate with it. ’

The tiger is waiting for his own shot, and it is difficult to hold on to the posture of the Death of the Skull, time is imminent!

Lifting the seal of the Death of the Skeleton Flame, Wu Wenxu's soul power was already overdrawn a lot, like the paralysis of the tide, as well as the dizziness caused by the depletion of the magic power in the body, Wu Wenxu's feet trembled when he could no longer hold on, and the Death of the Skeleton Flame suddenly slid down and sank a little, and the tiger looked at it in his eyes and had no words.

'At the beginning, I survived the encirclement and suppression of tens of thousands of troops, no matter how hard and tired I was, in this world, what else could stop my Wu Wenxu's footsteps? ’

Wu Wenxu is not a madman, but his actions from time to time are worse than the freaks who came out of the madhouse, he breathed deeply, and the next moment, he bit down on the tip of his tongue violently.

"Lao Tzu, I, but Wu Wenxu!"

Blood oozed out of his teeth and spread to his lips, this sudden stinging pain was like a basin of cold water poured on the top of his head, and Wu Wenxu shivered all over his body, but the slightly overlapping shadows in front of him were much clearer......

Hug, feel with your heart.

The purest soul, unyielding anger and war.

He is Wu Wenxu, he doesn't want to be wiped out in this ice field, he hasn't married Ling Hanyue yet, he hasn't married Suona yet, he still wants to see the old man in the Majoris Secret Art Center again, he really has a lot to do, he thinks, live another hundred years!

The white fangs, as if he hadn't heard the echo of Wu Wenxu's heart, were silent and didn't move.

Reingar was furious, he gritted his teeth, and shouted almost hysterically in his heart: 'Ancestors, why don't you approve of him?' ’

He stared unwillingly, even he Rengar recognized him Wu Wenxu, could it be that Wu Wenxu was not enough for the qualifications recognized by the ancestors?

Even the miracle of breaking the seal of Valoran's strongest man was done, how could he stop at this step?

As long as he absorbed the power of his ancestors, as long as his ancestors were willing to bless the power of their souls on the Death of the Skeleton Flame, Rengar was convinced that Wu Wenxu would win this battle!

A teenager who works hard just to survive, he grows step by step, until today, who can bear to stifle his future, and who doesn't believe that he will create a miracle again?!

Feeling a strong and unwilling sorrow for Wu Wenxu, the proud stalker Rengar, the blind eye socket wrapped in a pitch-black blindfold, actually oozed tears sourly, Rengar cried silently, did not wipe away the tears that rolled down these pearls, he did not feel ashamed at all.

He hasn't shed tears for many, many years, he is crying for the real man in front of him, his tears, his life, is gambling on Wu Wenxu's body, blocking the road of hope in the future!

Wu Wenxu still maintained the action of shooting, the Death of the Skull Flame was about to burn the man's magic power, it hung on the palm of the man's hand, and sank a few points, with this trend, the Death of the Skull Flame is not going to swing towards the tiger, but will fall to the ground!

'I won't lose, I, Wu Wenxu, won't lose to myself! ’

'Oh, it's been years, and I've never seen such a great soul. ’

Wu Wenxu, who was confused, actually heard an inexplicable voice in his heart.

First there was a sigh of vicissitudes, followed by another smile: 'Isn't it?' So persistent, so unyielding, Lexa, your son's trusted partner, so remarkable. ’

'The old man likes to boil with fighting spirit, and we lions and orcs will never bow down to the enemy, even if they eat our flesh and blood!' ’

'Old guys, he doesn't want to die, and Rengar doesn't want to die, so it's better for us to ......'

'We, hold on to him!' ’

'Help! ’

It's like a dark room bursting with a light, that light is really dazzling and boundless, that light is really a warm heart!

A vicissitudes of life sounded, the second, the third......

Wu Wenxu couldn't hear how many majestic and unyielding shouts surged in his heart, those voices were connected, and a heart light rose, as if hundreds of candles were lit together, they brightened Wu Wenxu's heavy eyelids, and Wu Wenxu, who was almost unconscious, opened his eyes in an instant!

White fangs, bright and glaring.

Cold Court Owl Beast Tiger, his tiger eyes were completely filled with snow-white light, he tried his best to widen his eyes, recognizing the sudden change, he saw a rough soul floating out of the fangs worn in front of Wu Wenxu's neck.

A soul rushed into the death of the skull, and the pressure that needed to be supported by Wu Wenxu and was as heavy as a mountain instantly reduced a lot, and then the second slightly emaciated soul jumped into the white skull, and the dazzling brilliance of the white fangs gradually faded as the soul swarmed out, but Wu Wenxu, who was holding the death of the skull, the pressure decreased significantly!

Heaven and earth are terrifying white flames roaring over.

In the white flames that burned a patch of grass and trees, the wind was raging, the skull flames were laughing, and Wu Wenxu, who was smiling fiercely, struggled to hold the blade of the wind.

Sword and man, man and skeleton.

Hundreds of broken wind gusts and killing intent were surging, and Wu Wenxu shouted: "White Wind Fangyan's Death!" ”

(End of chapter)