Chapter 501 The Burning Tiger Prison

"Give me death!" Zhang Yinyuan howled, the red light on the whole person was sheng, and the mana in Chi Yan's eyes rolled a large amount of high-temperature airflow, with clear air ripples in the distorted high-temperature aura, rushing forward like a fire, and behind him, the boundless orange-red great yang fire splashed like a substance-like paint.

"Burn, burn, burn! Burn it all! ”

All the soldiers who stood in his way were cut into flying rotten flesh under the crystal-red murder weapon, and then burned by orange-red tongues of fire, turning into clusters of orange-red flames, and then in the next moment like a barrel of gunpowder turned into countless pieces of minced flesh, splashing with orange-red sparks.

No matter how fast the reaction speed of any soldier who was splashed by the sparks, whether it was slapping with sand or pouring with the water bladders he carried, he could not extinguish the orange-red flames like the tarsal bones, and could only let out a loud wail in the fierce burning, watching the originally small sparks on his body turn into a flame that could wrap itself in just a few breaths.

After Li Dao, Fan Chou and Guo Yan were all killed by him, the soldiers who lost the organization no longer had the momentum of unity just now, and several soldiers in the front row struggled to stab at him with the spears in their hands, but in Zhang Yinyuan's roar, the body that lost his right arm twisted, followed his instinct, dodged the spear like a snake, and then the only remaining left arm was raised, and the crystal-red slag with a momentum of tearing the earth was slashed straight down without any tricks.

The slag of the irregular blade directly tore the other party into a cloud of minced flesh, and the violent force burst out these disintegrating pieces of flesh in all directions, staining Zhang Yinyuan's face red, and also dyeing the body of the soldier in front of him, coupled with the ubiquitous flames, these originally entangled Zhang Yinyuan's almost crazy legion talent also dispersed at the same time, and the neat military formation was defeated for the first time.

Where Zhang Yinyuan passed, orange-red flames spread wildly to both sides, and the blood on the ground behind him had been burned out, and the extremely sticky big yang fire was like burning gasoline, burning quickly in all directions.

Zhang Yinyuan, who was in the state of 'Fire Fury', didn't think about his own bearing capacity at all, and couldn't think about it, the mana of his whole body was running wild, and even the release of his skills was all based on the mechanical performance of space.

I could only do my best to spray the mana converted from health in my body to the maximum extent, and the flying fire formed by the red rainbow with orange flames even made the sun in the sky lose its color.

The fire spread uncontrollably, and each star of flame turned into a mobile fire source that constantly spewed tongues of fire under the life force of the soldiers the moment it touched the flesh and blood, and the flames that spewed out spread to the other soldiers around them, forming a large sea of fire that constantly roared and burned in the blink of an eye.

There was a fire everywhere, a sea of fire frantically devouring all life, countless soldiers desperately roared, pushed, crowded, and struggled to flee around, but unfortunately everywhere was the orange red that burned everything, and in the severe pain of this scorching internal organs without the command of the generals, they couldn't even distinguish the direction.

In this crazy sea of fire, there was the screaming and howling of Xiliang soldiers who rushed to the sky.

Countless soldiers were buried in it, one by one, one by one, and the soldiers who formed into formations turned into burning fireballs in just a few dozen breaths, and the leather armor and hair on their bodies were even more sticky to the burning, blistering skin, which made the heart-rending pain even greater.

And Zhang Yinyuan, who ignited this sea of fire, was like a mad beast, rampage, the soldiers who were originally blocking him dispersed in fear, and the overwhelming high temperature and the flames in the sky simply set off Zhang Yinyuan was like a god and demon who came out of hell, and beheaded the force of three generals in a row, in the absence of a new military general organization, these originally strong soldiers did not have any courage to stop in front of Zhang Yinyuan.

"Bang!" Zhang Yinyuan's slag stabbed straight out, and the hideous weapon instantly penetrated the body of a soldier who couldn't avoid it, and pulled it back, in a series of screams and wails, Zhang Yinyuan tightly hooked the soldier in front of the slag, picked up his arm and crossed a huge arc, and the slag dragged hundreds of pounds of soldiers out of the big yang fire behind him, and was instantly burned all over his body by the big yang fire.

"Go!" Zhang Yinyuan roared, shook it fiercely, and the soldiers who were burning all over his body screamed and were thrown out far away, and before they landed, they exploded into sparks all over the sky because their vitality was burned out, and tens of thousands of orange-red fires were sprinkled on the sea of soldiers under him.

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Yinyuan laughed wantonly, the hearty pleasure brought by mowing the grass and plundering life is no less than the excitement of fighting with top masters, or the collision with Lu Bu and others can make him experience a kind of pleasure on the edge of life and death and the pleasure of constantly advancing his strength, this kind of wanton slaughter of one person and one army can make him have a kind of stimulation of trampling on life.

This is the world of flames, the city of burning, the realm of the reign of fire and heat, the home of the fire enhancers, and the realm where he Zhang Yinyuan burned tens of thousands of creatures for firewood!

The red mana was gushing, the long chanting fire dragon, the bullet-like flame fingers, the huge flame weapons, and the great yang fire in the sky kept slicing, sprinkling the scorching heat of death all over the city.

The soldiers thrown by Zhang Yinyuan were like cannonballs, with a blazing flame, mixed with the burning dragon roar, with terrifying heat and impact, smashing in all corners of the city, in the splashing blood and fire, the soldiers from Xiliang were burned miserably, and the orange and red covered this Xiongguan with hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

The soldiers in the city screamed and struggled in the rapidly spreading sea of fire, and the flames soared into the sky, but the entire Xiliang general system on the city wall collectively fell into shock!

The screams of countless soldiers and the terrible wails of their comrades at the moment of dying produced the fear of death and the fear of the existence that created death.

The chaos in the city caused the unsustainable attack of the legion, even if the generals at the head of the city gritted their teeth and squeezed every part of their energy, desperately resisting the continuous spurting of legion attacks from the back of the coalition army outside the city.

But after all, all the soldiers in the city were in an unprecedented panic, and under the threat of the flames that were spreading rapidly in the city and the heart-rending screams of their comrades behind them, none of the soldiers could still stand in place and maintain the position of the army that could launch the legion's attack.

Dong Zhuo turned his head abruptly and looked out of the city, at the end of his sight, in the coalition camp that flashed with various legion talents, his strongest generals were frantically charging towards the opponent's army formation, his wolf rider released a golden-red glow, like a heavenly soldier descending from heaven, he himself was like a big sun in the sky, and the golden-red arrogance rose into the sky, but under the interception of dozens of legions who were only weaker than him, he was never able to break through the encirclement of the other party.

Dong Zhuo's face was distorted, the thick fat trembled, he grabbed his black Taishi robe, and pulled it fiercely, and in the piercing cracking brocade sound, the robe that symbolized the identity of the Taishi of the Han Dynasty was torn to pieces, revealing a pitch-black battle armor, tightly holding the scabbard of the war knife in his hand.

There was a hideous look on his face that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his right hand clenched on the hilt of the knife was forced, and the metal was hissing!

A handful pulled out the war knife that was already full of gaps, as if it was about to be broken in the next second, but he didn't seem to see the state of the war knife, so he held it in his hand, and a touch of blood seeping into the metal was faintly visible on the gap of the war knife.

He held the knife like this, and the fat on his cheeks trembled almost like a twitch, but in the end, it turned into the indifference of the Northland Ice Field.