Before the words fell, a sword light spiraled down, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the door in front of Tudor. Startled, Tudor hurriedly slashed back with his axe.

While!

The two cold lights were separated at the touch of a button, and Cheng Xiaotian's heart was shocked, "What a lot of strength!" ”

At that hard touch just now, his dantian was shaken, stagnated for a moment, and the flying sword rolled back, not controlled at all. Fortunately, he was agile, and with a spin in the air, he avoided his flying sword, grabbed it with his backhand and continued to fall.

Tudor took a few steps back and crashed into a burning wall of fire, knocking down the house, smashing the burning roof down, and spitting out the flames, and blue smoke immediately rose from Tudor's back. In pain, he hurriedly ran forward a few steps and looked up.

Cheng Xiaotian fell like a meteor, the heat wave hit his face, and the camouflage magic immediately failed, restoring his original appearance.

"That waste young master?" Tudor shook the dragon scale leather armor on his body, the heat made him feel very uncomfortable.

It's too hot here, there are flames everywhere, and although the warrior's body is strong, his resistance to these elemental injuries is very average, if he hadn't worn this dragon skin, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for even a minute. In this respect, he is not as good as Short the Warlock.

However, he was very excited, he didn't expect to meet Cheng Xiaotian here, and the other party not only didn't run, but also rushed over to fight with him in close combat, a waste mage wanted to fight with himself hand-to-hand? Hahaha!

If Cheng Xiaotian is solved, the Alahi Basin will be leaderless, and all problems will be solved.

In his thoughts, Cheng Xiaotian pounced, he put his hands behind his back, and slammed straight over with a weird smile.

How is it different from suicide for a waste mage to ram a third-order warrior in this manner?

"Hey, hey!" Tudor screamed, took a heavy step forward, and the battle axe slashed out horizontally around his body, and the snowy blade slashed out a foot, and the flames around him were brought to the ground and fell down, licking towards Cheng Xiaotian.

The first to penetrate the wall of fire was not Cheng Xiaotian, but an unsheathed long sword, the scabbard was as black as ink crystal, followed by the pair of black eyes.

No one thought that Cheng Xiaotian would actually collide with Tudor, including Tudor himself, his battle axe was not fully rounded, Cheng Xiaotian passed through the wall of fire, swung his long sword faster than him, and smashed it against the axe blade of Krusolokne-Blade of Chaos.

The two collide with each other, and the impact sound is unimaginable, just listen:

Syllable!

A shockwave spread out around the point of contact, sending a wave of fire out, and walls collapsed in its path.

It was as if Tudor had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer, Venus flashed in front of him, his mind was full of buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything beside him.

Cheng Xiaotian was like a baseball that was slammed by a bat, and shot out close to the ground, crashing through four houses in a row before rolling to the ground, with a line of fire behind him.

"Ahh It's noisy! Manranor cried out with his head in his hands, as if he were crazy.

Short crouched on the beast's back, his skeletal staff tossed aside, his ears hunched over, and he wanted to tuck his head into his crotch.

The Void Ray carrying Vanessa screamed, turned its head and flew away, unable to distinguish anything and scurrying out of the fire.

"Hehehehe." In the raging fire, Cheng Xiaotian turned over and jumped up, smiling gloomily, and with the laughter, a bloodshot snaked out of his left ear hole.

His wrist was tightly wrapped around the sword spike, and he couldn't help but tremble, and the falling star sword was led by the sword spike and fell to the side. The next moment, he roared, grabbed the Falling Star Sword with a flip of his wrist, and shot along the flame channel that he had just knocked out of him, faster than when he came.

Before Tudor's surging qi and blood had completely subsided, he saw a face pass through the layers of flames, and in a blink of an eye, he was startled by his eyebrows.

Rising up and wielding his tomahawk, Tudor did not believe in evil at all, and slashed at him again.

Syllable! Buzz Buzz......

There was more impact, louder noises, more houses collapsing, and the streets were completely blocked by fire.

Manranor, whose magic power had been exhausted, was blown up by this sound, and he went completely crazy, howling and slamming the staff, and the jewel on the top of the staff exploded, and endless flames erupted, instantly drowning the army of rotting corpses. Short couldn't dodge and was bored inside.

Cheng Xiaotian flew out again and knocked down the house again, only this time after he rolled over and got up, his chest was stuffy, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

This time, Tudor finally couldn't bear the shock, and took three steps back, and two big gaps were broken out on the dragon battle axe in his hand, which was shocking.

"Ahh Tudor almost went crazy in distress and roared loudly, just as the flames erupted from Manranor behind him, slamming into his back, burning him and scurrying forward.

Cheng Xiaotian's mouth was full of blood, and he laughed even more wickedly with one hand.

"Ahh They're all crazy! Crazy! Short screamed loudly and rode the monster out of the fire, and at this time he and his mount were all on fire, like a king-sized moving torch running wildly through the fire.

"I'm going to be burned to death, I'm not going to fight!" In the midst of a series of screams, Short relied on the amazing vitality of the monster under his crotch, finally crashed into a road, and ran desperately out of the fire.

"Hey!" Cheng Xiaotian laughed strangely, viciously spat out a mouthful of blood, his legs suddenly exerted force, and he shot over again.

"Really crazy?!" Tudor gasped for breath, and there was already a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Young master, I'm crazy!" Cheng Xiaotian roared, and without waiting for Tudor to make a move, he rushed over and picked up the Falling Star Sword and drew it.

Tudor couldn't avoid it, gritted his teeth and swung his tomahawk to meet it.

Again and again, Tudor's blow was already a little weak, and the power of the battle axe he swung out was much worse than the previous two times, but Cheng Xiaotian was obviously more unbearable than him, and the sword and axe were connected, and even the person with the sword was easily swept away. However, at the moment of impact, he suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed, and a little blue star was spewed out by him, straight to the door of Tudor's face.

"See if you die!" Cheng Xiaotian laughed wildly while flying upside down, didn't catch a breath, and his eyes dimmed.

He had been holding back this sneak attack for a long time, and he had paid the price of being seriously injured for it, so that he would be killed with one blow.

However, he still underestimated Tudor's combat experience, and seeing that the flying sword attack was unavoidable, Tudor opened his mouth and bit down on the flying sword, and at the same time shook his head fiercely. Disturbed by the bite, the flying sword instantly turned, opening Tudor's entire right cheek and flying out with a cloud of blood mist.

If Cheng Xiaotian was not unconscious at this time, he would definitely die with just a turn of the sword technique.

Tudor, who was badly wounded, covered his mouth and retreated with a low roar, and a house behind him collapsed, and the red-hot rock smashed on him, staggering him a few steps forward.

"Whew!" Tudor supported the ground with one hand, looking around fiercely, only to see the flames everywhere, and the flames flew all over the sky with a whistling sound, but where could he still find Cheng Xiaotian's figure.

At this time, not only his dragon scale armor, but even the dragon tomahawk Krusolokne-Blade of Chaos had been burned red, and the palm of his grip was "sizzling", and blue smoke was swirling from time to time.

In this sea of purgatory, he can't stay any longer.

"Bitch, you will die at my hands!" Tudor swore a vicious oath, turned and strode away along the passage that Short had just knocked out.

At this time, at the center of the flames, Cheng Xiaotian was lying on the ground on all fours, unconscious.

Although there was a silkworm robe, at this time, under the high temperature transpiration, his skin began to dry and chapped, and his long black straight hair quickly withered and curled.

At that moment, a pale hand reached out and slapped him heavily on the face, only to hear a crisp sound.

Syllable!

"I've got you." Manla Nuoer staggered, looked at Cheng Xiaotian and laughed, his face changed after laughing, and he slapped it down again.