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The sound swept through.

The huge arena was full of hot enthusiasm like flames, blazing, turning into sound, turning into gas, turning into the boiling heat wave, and rushing straight into the sky.

Rush to that, suffocating, brutal battlefield.

On the bright red ring, there were crackles, crashes, screams, gasps...... There are all kinds of different sound effects, one after the other.

turned into a passionate war song, which was playing in full swing on this vast battlefield.

Sweat, mixed with blood, swords and magic flew together.

Everyone has their own goals, and everyone has their own opponents.

Of course, Kazama is no exception.

This is a duel between relatives and friends, this is a war between brothers.

The blade flew over, the purple lightning swallowed, and the silver-white figure walked towards Si Wuyi step by step.

Allure's brilliant cheeks evoked a familiar smile.

It's just that this familiarity has become a provocation in the eyes of the other party, but unfortunately, it has become a provocation.

And even more unfortunately, it was not the listless face that was angered by this "provocation", but the blonde girl.

"Humph! Don't think that if you look handsome, my generation will be reluctant to beat you! ”

Raising her small fist fiercely, the girl's figure flashed, and she quickly inserted it between Kazama and Sifu.

A slurred tail, as if something was spilling out of the corners of her lips.

"Hey, hey! Soft, saliva, saliva! ”

Behind, an anxious prompt sounded.

The girl quickly wiped a handful of saliva, and when she looked back, she glared at Si Fuyi fiercely.

"I'm just hungry!"

"Puff~"

Although, trying hard not to laugh.

But, sure enough, I still laughed.

"It's soft, it's still as cute as ever~"

Saying this, Kazama Yangyu's face suddenly showed a doting expression.

Let the blonde girl be slightly stunned.

In front of me, behind that near-perfect smile, a roll suddenly stretched out of the background, covered with rose petals, accompanied by a little bit of starlight.

He is far away.

"Bump!"

The golden figure, without warning, flew upside down and smashed into the ring not far away.

"Woo woo~ It was too much to sneak attack while my generation was in a daze!"

Getting up from the ground with a smoke, Jin Ruansoft finally came back to his senses from his state, and looked angrily at the place where he had been standing.

But no.

The figure that did exist over there, with its own background, has long since disappeared.

Only the shadow of the foot fist wind, quickly came from the thought of uselessness.

"Master!"

A loud shout.

In the eye, there are two silver rays intertwined.

One bright and one dark, one big and one small.

The small one is naturally Kazama's feather, and the big one is undoubtedly the clever puppet named Silver Hard.

Although, it's not the first time they've fought each other, although, the current Kazama Yangyu is obviously not a newcomer at that time, but sure enough, the wind-like speed, coupled with the explosive power, is still enough to make Kazama Yangyu wait.

Unlike the first direct confrontation with glass shards, this time Kazama Hiroha wisely chose a more energy-saving dodge, and his real goal was undoubtedly turned to the helplessness of the controller.

Blade.

Spinner's Blade.

It seems to be a sharp propeller, and like a UFO that is too shining, with a mournful roar, quickly swept towards Sifuyi.

The galloping killing intent came out in an instant.

This is not a drill, but, a fight.

Even if you are facing your own relatives and friends, there are times when you have to go all out.

Si Wuyi was slightly stunned, and his originally listless face quickly became serious.

In a panic, he dodged the sharp blade that cut at him.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold light swept from behind him, causing his body, which was already unstable, to quickly fall down.

Arms, raised high, body, weirdly tilted over.

It's like you're doing acrobatics.

The only difference is that the magnificence of acrobatics is always based on thousands of rehearsals, and the wonder of thinking is based on the desire to survive.

But it's just desire.

When the three Grim Reapers, in three different postures, from three directions, swept towards Si Wuyi.

No matter how powerful the desire is, it is just an extravagant hope.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

However, when he flew back, the three cold rays were in the midst of three crisp sounds.

His eyes widened rapidly, and Kazama, who had been shrewd and dodging, froze slightly, and a solid fist was fiercely imprinted on his chest.

"Kick and kick" took a few steps back, and Kazama struggled to stabilize his body.

A wisp of blood, quickly spilling from the corner of his lip.

Looking up, it was the blonde girl, with her face puffed out and her waist up, standing beside Si Wuyi.

Immediately, he turned into a touch of gold, and he stepped up, and together with the burly silver figure, he rushed towards Kazama.

The fist wind, the shadow of the feet, whistling, galloping, densely attacked from all angles and directions.

With the brilliant gold and silver light, it quickly intertwined.

Interwoven into a song, a gorgeous elegy.

In the elegy, a mysterious chant sounds.

Accompanied, that touch, mysterious smile.

In his silver eyes, there flashed a hint of cunning that had succeeded in mischievousness.

Electricity.

Purple lightning, flickering slightly, leaped out of the air.

In the sound of "crackling", it fell from the sky suddenly.

It's not towards the two figures of gold and silver, and even less so, towards Kazama.

but towards the one who stood at a distance, thinking uselessly.

Sure enough, a puppeteer who has no guards and no defensive skills, no matter how powerful and invulnerable his puppet is, is the biggest weakness of the entire team.

"Zi~"

A thin thunderbolt, like a purple snake letter, swallowed slightly, quickly towards the thought of uselessness, devoured on the head.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped.

The two people who were originally entangled with Kazama Yang Yu suddenly stopped, like two machines that suddenly lost power.

The eyes, glaring at the boss, accompanied by death-like horror.

The punch slowed down, and the shadow began to stagnate.

The crowd that was originally in full swing and could not be separated was strangely quiet.

In the silence, there is a fire, slowly rising, accompanied by the blazing light like the rising sun.

Immediately, it burst.

The huge fire dragon, with a blazing heat that seemed to come from the deepest part of the earth's heart, suddenly rose from the thunder light.

Bright red beard, bright red eyes, bright red scales, and that, bright red killing intent.

In the long roar of the sky, the red dragon shook its head suddenly, and the figure that had just swept up swooped straight down.

With it, burn out the flames of the world.

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar, a violent tremor like the collapse of a mountain.

Light, piercing the pupil in an instant.

Let those eyes can't help but close tightly.

But those silver eyes stared at the boss, allowing tears to flow out, staining the vision into a blur.

Amazement, amazement, and finally, finally turn into that incredible shock.

There was a wind, with a blazing shock wave, and it rolled in quickly.

In an instant, everyone was placed on the top of the Flame Mountain.

The huge arena suddenly fell silent, and only the eager exclamations, the wails of embarrassment, and the terrible cries for help quickly overflowed from the sea of fire.

Along with it, the smell of burnt flesh.

But Kazama raised his feathers, but as if he was stupid, he still didn't move.

Suddenly, it turned into a streamer and flashed out.

Straight to the place where the thoughts are useless.

The flames slowly dissipated.

Only a huge "rumble" sound remains, accompanied by a roaring heat wave, cascading and tumbling.

The skin, torn apart by the heat wave without any suspense, was immediately reunited by Kazama's feathers.

Leaning over, he groped quickly.

Then, finally, I touched the ...... A golden figure?

The golden liquid, like magma, slowly wriggled slowly.

Although, I can't see my face clearly, but my intuition tells Kazama that it's true, it's useless to think.

"Unhelpful?! Unhelpful?!! ”

Even if it was deliberately suppressed in a voice, it still couldn't hide the hot anxiety.

"Hey! How are you?! Feed! Feed! ”

Hard, shaking.

However, there was no response.

Only the golden liquid, slowly trickling down, condensed into a puddle of golden gelatinous substance.

Then, slowly condensing, squirming, and finally turning into a blonde girl.

"Squish?!"

She was...... When did you come over?

Surprised, in Kazama's heart, suddenly an alarm protruded.

Quickly flashed around, and suddenly the ground in his hand was light, and the thought in his arms was pulled out like this.

In front of him, there was a burly silver figure, staring at Kazama with an angry face, carefully holding the seemingly intact but obviously dying Sifu, and retreated.

All the way back to, that one, in the palm of a huge hand.

"Boom!"

"Galala~"

There was a loud bang, and huge rock arms burst out of the ring without warning.

In the smoke and dust, he pinched the silver hard, and squeezed it together with the useless thoughts in his arms.

No matter how much he struggled, it didn't help.

Kazama Yangyu's expression moved slightly, and he was waiting to be swept out.

But again, he paused his body vividly.

When he turned around, he bowed slightly.

"Young Master, why did you take action yourself?"

The smoke cleared, and the fire gradually subsided.

Left, a mess, filled Kazama's eyes.

The tumbling crowd, the exploding limbs, the flying rubble, and that, the cracking ring.

The originally passionate battlefield turned into devastation in an instant.

And from the devastation that was full of eyes, what slowly stepped out was a still gorgeous figure.

"I didn't expect that even the 'Eight Desolation Fire Dragon' didn't burn you to death, it seems that the legacy left to you by the old thing is still a little useful~ It's a pity, the bad seed will always be the bad seed. Your Highness, how can a bereaved dog like you be worthy? ”

Neat clothes, leisurely figures, and that, mean smile.

There was a wind, overflowing from the boy's feet, and just like that, holding him, slowly drifting towards Kazama and the others.

And behind him, there were one by one, fiery red, flame demons.