"Fire Beast Cage * Mill"

Wu Ziding stood up, stepped on the back of the Sun Flame Beast, like a straight pillar, and folded his hands violently. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Syllable!

Like the sound of glass shattering, breaking dominoes, the air clicked, and the flames in the semi-dome exploded, as if compressed by an invisible pressure towards the center.

The invisible air was filled with flames, and the powerful fire energy compressed the space, forming a rock-solid barrier, and it was thickening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

is like water poured into a bowl, when the entire wrist is filled up, Qin Hao, who is blocked in the center, will also be deprived of the last living space, then the result can only be a ball of meat foam.

"Huh."

Qin Hao sneered, the ghost beast general and the performance in the game were completely identical, as soon as he made a move, he would burst and kill people, crush the past with strength and domineering, and not give the opponent the slightest way to live.

died 137 times in the game, and ran 137 times, but in reality, Qin Hao couldn't die once.

With the compression of space, the fire spirit energy became more and more irritable in the process of squeezing, and the speed of the fire bullets fired around him also increased exponentially, but Qin Hao's face remained unchanged, and he stepped on strange steps under his feet, step by step, like a rehearsed script, always just right to avoid attacks from all directions.

Looking at that posture, it is clear that even if it continues for 100 years, he will not want to hit him once.

"No matter how much you can hide, if you can't rush out, it's a dead end, just a dying struggle." Wu Ziding stared coldly at Qin Hao, who was dodging, and his face regained his indifference, like a high god, looking down on a struggling monkey.

The end is already predestined!

The hair around his ears began to curl, exuding a mushy smell, sticking to the top of his head, with a tendency to further turn into black gelatin, his cheeks were full of beads of sweat, and his clothes were all soaked with sweat.

The breath of death is getting closer and closer, but there is no panic in Qin Hao's eyes, even if the sweat is already drenched all over his body, but it is only hot, Qin Hao knows in his heart that he is not nervous at all.

Not at all, in the face of a move that completely understands the weaknesses, and has been repeated hundreds of times in front of him, Qin Hao said that there is no novelty at all, and he is worried about a yarn.

That's right, Sun Wukong can't fight the Buddha, and the reason is only because Monkey King has never died, well, 137 times.

Qin Hao thought of incomparably resentment, and this kind of incomprehensible resentment in Wu Ziding's eyes hid unparalleled power and murderous intent.

What's more, Wu Ziding is not a Buddha.

"Die!"

In Wu Ziding's thin lips, he spit out a word coldly, and gently grinded his hands in the air, like crushing a grinding disc, and the beans inside were instantly crushed into slag.

And correspondingly, Qin Hao's feet suddenly sudden, and he stepped on the ground continuously at an incredible speed, no, he was not aiming at the ground, the soles of his feet did not really touch the ground, but were hitting the air quickly, and under the continuous heavy blows, the air that had been compressed to the extreme formed a wall of air under his feet.

The tighter and tighter the pressure, Qin Hao's toes almost formed a high-speed trembling phantom, and the air under his feet was also compressed to the extreme, and the air was still crisp at first, but then it evolved into a dull thump sound, as if stepping on a balloon that was about to explode.

And as the rebound force under his feet became greater and greater, until Qin Hao's feet seemed to step on a piece of porcelain ground, the air under his feet had already appeared an obvious halo, and it was rendered with a layer of red light, which was the reflection of flames.

And in Wu Ziding's eyes, it was as if there was suddenly an extra spring condensed to the extreme in the flames, right under Qin Hao's feet.

Wu Ziding sighed lightly, and before he could fully react, Qin Hao jumped up suddenly, and at the same time, the seal in his hand paused, and a fire dragon sprayed towards the fire cover in the sky with his mouth open.

The fire dragon collided with the flames, making a heavy drum sound, and then weirdly, a collapsed depression began to occur at the place of contact, of course, the heat from the recoil was indeed extremely hot, Qin Hao's skin instantly stinged, as if he had been thrown into an oil pot and fried.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment.

The next moment, the force that rebounded from his feet pushed him up like a rocket launch, his head shrunk, his hands tore above his head, and the claw shadows that joined together instantly shattered the collapsed wall of fire.

"Hmph, although the idea is good, unfortunately, it is still slow."

Wu Ziding's eyes shrank, but in the end, there was still no superfluous movement, and with his eyesight, he could naturally see that although Qin Hao was quickly breaking through the "Fire Beast Cage", he was still slow for a moment, and before he completely rushed out of the cage, the wall of fire would crush him into minced meat in an instant before.

"It's now, here."

Qin Hao silently counted the numbers in his heart, his hands suddenly retracted suddenly, and his body curled up into a ball of spinning meat/balls, and under him, under the condensed qi wall, a flame suddenly rushed out, not very strong impact, it was up, as if it was refueling in the air, although it was not much, but the moment it was boosted, it became the last straw that helped Qin Hao break out of the cage.

Suddenly break through the entire fire beast cage!

There was only a slight sound of his feet hitting the ground, Qin Hao spun in the air, his body stretched out, his feet stepped on the ground, and as soon as he kicked his legs, he shot towards Wu Ziding, whose face was several times, like a sharp blade off the string.

"What a terrible calculation."

Yes, Qin Hao calculated everything, not only his own ability, but also with the help of the power of the fire beast cage itself to complete the escape.

In his previous life, when he was in the game, he relied on a blow to the sky-pounding thunder finger, and at that time he also relied on the power of the fire beast cage itself, and in this life, he just concocted the same method, but replaced the domineering sky-rushing thunder finger with a series of other incredible combination skills.

Doesn't it seem incredible?

Yes, even if he has 137 death experiences, it is enough to make people proud, but Qin Hao is by no means satisfied with this, he wants to kill Wu Ziding and completely draw a break for his 137 running corpses in his previous life.

"It's not a game, I'm stronger in reality than in the game!"

This killing intent came so decisively, it seemed that it was not just a memory in the game, it seemed that for Qin Hao, this had a different meaning, it seemed to be to prove something to himself, and it seemed to symbolize something.

Perhaps, it doesn't make any sense!

Is this important?

This is not a game, this is a hundredfold cruel reality, meaning or something, between life and death, where is there time to think, follow your heart, follow reality, kill it!