The oil drum was slashed open without any incident, and the lard filled inside splattered out and spilled on Jack's upper body.

Then the flint flew like a meteor, enveloping the raging fire, igniting the lard in an instant, and the tongue of fire rolled through Jack's abdomen and spread upward.

No way?!! Jack's eyes were wide open, and his vision was still a little blurred, but he was able to keep them open, allowing him to see the flames burning in front of his front half.

His spikes are extremely resistant to attack, but they are not very resistant to natural phenomena such as fire, freezing, and lightning strikes.

Jack knows this very well, so when fighting with Daoists such as the natural system and the god system with flames, he will be vigilant and mobile enough to avoid hard resistance.

But Shi Qing is a strengthening system!

An enhancement Daoist actually used flames?

This is not logical.

However, after a brief shock, he put aside that doubt, and the priority was not to investigate how the other party used the flames, but to throw himself into the fountain to extinguish the fire as soon as possible.

His spikes soften as the flames burn, leaving him with no attack or defense at the last point.

At this time, Jack's experience as a battle-hardened warrior came into play, he didn't retreat quickly, his left spike folded into the shape of a sword, and his hands crossed to swing the stabbing sword like a closed pair of scissors to slash forward.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, in a very short period of time, there were two choices in front of Shi Qing.

One, Jack is bluffing.

Two, Jack really isn't afraid of flames.

He just turned around in his mind, and then decided to bet one, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward, and his hands were clenched into fists and blasted out, like a group of snakes dancing wildly, and the dazzling fist shadow appeared at a glance, densely covering Jack.

If Jack wasn't afraid of fire, he wouldn't need any tricks, and he would end up in tatters like a normal person would pound a nail-filled plank with an unprotected fist.

It's a crazy way to play.

But he wasn't afraid.

When they meet on a narrow road, only the brave wins.

Jack's eyes flashed with a complicated light, and then turned to resoluteness, and the two stabbing swords trembled, trembling out thousands of brilliant streams of iron cyan light, fiercely facing the countless fist shadows.

In the next second, the fists and swords intersected, and the world in the eyes of the two was pale.

The air was like cracked ice, bursting through countless cracks and making a clicking sound. The mansion shook under the frantic wind, cracks broke out on the surface, and the glass of the other windows was not spared.

The interior of the mansion has become a mess, with tables, chairs, dishes, chopsticks, beds, etc. all overturned.

The ground under the feet of the two was scraped clean by the air current, and there was not a single piece of broken glass in sight.

Shi Qing's hands were drenched in blood, Sensen's white bones were exposed, his waist was also cut open, and his intestines were hanging outside.

Despite this, he still couldn't hide his joy.

"Ahem," Jack let out a heavy cough, blood gushing out of his mouth, instantly staining his jaw red, and the man could no longer stand up, and fell to his ground.

In the confrontation just now, Jack was punched, but his internal organs were almost blown up.

His abdomen is the softest place, only a little higher than the average person's defense, where can he withstand Shi Qing's punch.

Even if this punch is a fist in which Shi Qing uses most of his power to swing his speed.

It's enough for him to lose his combat power.

Unlike the Taoists, the demonized Jack does not have the ability to heal his injuries, and once he is seriously injured, he can only take medicine to heal.

Shi Qing first let the wounds on his hands and waist and abdomen heal, then squatted down, turned Jack over, and began to heal.

Jack's eyelids opened, looked at the young man who treated his injuries and said, "You are still a little ghost who actually treats the enemy's injuries." ”

"Long-winded, imps also have imp principles, Mary has lost her mother, I don't want her to continue to lose her father, a cute girl like her should keep smiling all day long."

The words fell, and the healing was over, Shi Qing did not completely heal the injury, but only healed it to the extent that the internal bleeding was stopped, and it would not be life-threatening.

"The next time you see Mary, remember to say hello to her, just say that I'm really sorry for not saying goodbye last time, but I'm just a man like the wind, let her forgive me."

With a wave of Shi Qing's hand, the person jumped onto the mansion that was constantly emitting smoke and dust outside, and disappeared into Jack's eyes.

As soon as he went up to the top rooftop, his vision was much wider, and Shi Qing could see the battle of the other three parties, and found that they had the upper hand, so he didn't pay much attention.

His gaze swept across the atrium, and the rows of houses seemed to be the streets outside, interspersed with woods and landscapes, and you can imagine how lively it would be in ordinary times.

In the current situation, there were many sounds from the three sides, only the atrium was as cold and silent as a ghost, and there was no movement at all.

Strange, Ai Yi has been in for a while, why has there been no movement?

Shi Qing frowned slightly, then let go, kicked his foot on the ground, and the person flew out like a cannonball, and the target was the most central house.

The sonic boom was like thunder, the wind was roaring, and the scenery on both sides was rapidly receding.

Shi Qing ran through the house, rushed through the forest, and then jumped over the rockery, all the way straight forward, without going far.

So, he arrived at his destination very quickly.

It was a house that was indistinguishable from its surroundings, with two floors, hexagons, and wind chimes hanging from the corners.

Under the breeze, it makes a pleasant sound.

There is a rectangular fountain pool on the left and right in front of the building, spraying crystal clear water sprays.

Aiyi stood in front of the door, her hand frozen in mid-air, as if she had been immobilized.

Shi Qing's eyes swept around, and he said cautiously: "Your Highness Aiyi, are you okay?" ”

Aiyi put down her hand and turned her head, her face was a little pale, and her emerald eyes were still so gentle, "I'm a little afraid to open the door to make you smile." ”

Shi Qing breathed a sigh of relief, it was not enough to fix the body, he walked over and said, "Let me open the door." ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you," Aiyi also breathed a sigh of relief.

She has always been fearless, but she has become indecisive in this matter.

Shi Qing sighed in his heart, his footsteps did not stop, he walked over directly, and vigilantly pushed open the door to prevent someone from sneaking up.

The door creaked, and the door slowly opened, and the hall inside was dimly lit, and the windows were curtained on all sides, and only a few faint lights burned on the walls on either side.

"You're finally here, my sister." A gentle and elegant young male voice sounded from the center of the darkness, like a lazy white cloud, gently drifting into the ears of the two.

There was no rebel tone at all.

Shi Qing looked straight at the dark center, where there was a large throne, all made of gold, and the armrests were inlaid with egg-sized diamonds, and the surface was smoothed out, making it very comfortable to touch.

To ensure a comfortable sitting, it is covered with soft gold silk from Dashang.

Even if the dim light falls on the chair, it will reflect a bright luster that seems to flow, and it looks indescribably solemn and luxurious.

To his surprise, Dahl did not sit on it, but only stood on the side of the throne, like a proud craftsman introducing his work, "Sister, what do you think of this throne?" It took me a year of hard work to make it, and it's great. ”