Silver-level runes: Fire of the Tyrannical Beast's surname, Dragon's Breath......

Just the support of a rune made him just increase the firing ability of lv2 to the level of lv4, and after skyrocketing nearly a hundredfold, the dragon soul curse wrapped in dragon breath can even be devoured by the same kind of flame as a flame.

Looking at Zhang Jiao's furrowed brow, he laughed again.

"It's a feeling...... That's great...... Defeat physical strength with physical strength and flame with flame...... It's so refreshing to have this kind of life snatching from the enemy's longest point, with a curse of disbelief and anger......"

The generals in front of them, the prey not far away, and the hateful blind man all want to die.

Even the soul has to be turned into nourishment for the dragon's breath fire, which makes people laugh just thinking about it!

"It's wonderful......" he muttered to himself, unable to help himself with joy, and in the midst of his thoughts, the dragon fire and the vacuum turned into pale and scarlet winds swirled around his arms, and walked in the direction of Zhang Jiao, his smile twisted: "This intoxicating hatred, ......"

In just an instant, the colors of the flame and the storm spread between the two, like the most dazzling picture, changing from moment to moment, and the two people shrouded in the flames were fighting for their lives.

Restrained by the enemy above the flames, the most lethal Dao method was almost impossible to use, and Zhang Jiao had no other way but to rely on his own martial arts.

Because of the plot bonus and special military general status, he obtained a four-star primary, but it does not mean that he can reach a tie with Jiao Long, who has already entered the four-star level.

If it weren't for the shadows and flaws in his heart, Jiao Long might have perfected his mind a long time ago and stepped into the realm of five stars, but now he has embarked on an alternative path of completion by mistake.

Unable to defeat the shadow left in his heart by the Iron Samurai, he could only be trapped at the peak of the four-star star, tormented in fear, until one day, he found that if he turned into fear, then there was no need for fear anymore, just as his soul was completely distorted, so there was no distinction between normal and broken minds.

A method that runs counter to the normal path of evolution, turning oneself into a monster is a very evil way, and once you step in, there is no salvation and hope, only the gradual distortion of the soul, and finally completely inhuman.

After the fear and demonic obstacles in their hearts completely devoured themselves, they will also reach the five-star at the same time, but the five-star reincarnation at that time, will it be Jiao Long, or something else?

But for him, it doesn't matter anymore.

As long as you can be happy, then everything is fine, as long as you can live without fear, even if you become a monster, it's no problem.

So...... You give me ......

"Die!"

The scarlet dragon fire tore through the barrier of Zhangjiao's yellow fire, piercing through the gaps in the staff, and the hand that swirled the flames clenched into a fist, vibrating strangely, like a trembling spear, and slammed towards Zhangjiao's head.

Martial arts that are enough to strengthen the physical strength of ordinary people to smash boulders: Baji Fist, under the flames and Jiaolong's inhuman physical strength, turned into a fire of grudge that shredded everything, the curse issued by the dead dragon was driven by negative emotions, and a cold look appeared on the fist, and the coldness and madness of the beast temporarily seized Zhang Jiao's mind, making him forget to retreat, and let the fist of dragon fire hit his head.

The terrible sound pierced the air, and the bullet piercing from the left side of Zhang Jiao's neck accurately hit the burning iron fist, and the flame only jumped a little, and then completely swallowed the bullet that came from the impact, paused for a moment, and then moved towards Zhang Jiao's front door.

Slow and cruel, under the pupils formed by the dragon soul curse, Zhang Jiao's mind was extremely clear, but it was as if he was frozen in ice, so that he couldn't even move a finger, and watched the fire of the violent beast surname slowly approach.

The second bullet burst out of the deep chamber, and the scorching shell jumped up at the same time, flying in the air, and before it could hit the ground, the third bullet had already burst out of the muzzle.

The steel-core bullets in the semi-automatic rifle rushed uninterruptedly towards the flame-outlined target, and the murderous weapon exerted its power to the limit in Ottoria's white palms, and the muzzle that jumped up because of the recoil was quickly pulled back into its established track, and then sprayed out again, each bullet perfectly hitting the fist that was regarded as the bull's-eye.

Although she is a weak blonde girl on the outside, Ottoria's true identity is a martial artist who has reached the limit of ordinary people, a well-trained knight, and even the skills in firearms are embarrassing, and in the rapid-fire project, the self-proclaimed top soldier Changsun Wu was also defeated by her men.

Ottoria didn't know when she had appeared outside the Yellow Turban's array, holding her gun flat in her hand, and pulled the trigger at the most critical moment.

The extremely precise short-range shot caused a fine crack in Ottoria's shoulder blades, and the handle of the gun, which hit the shoulder three times in two seconds, hit the same point each time, and in just five seconds, nine bullets were fired from the chamber, and the harsh shooting conditions finally made Otolia's palm tremble slightly.

In just an instant, Jiao Long found an opportunity to fight back, and a trace of dragon breath triggered an ordinary flame dozens of times his own, and his body swooped out, turning into an extremely hot fire, as long as he was wrapped in it, he would completely lose the breath of life in an instant.

The hasty attack was so deadly, under Jiao Long's hands, with most of his luck and a trace of strength, the newcomers who survived to the present were as fragile as paper people.

"Here it is...... Sparta! ”

This is the roar of the Spartans more than 600 years ago.

As if through a long period of time, the voice of 493 BC crossed a long distance, and emerged from Liang Chengcheng's weak body, and a huge force from nowhere erupted from his body, making him roar indulgently, and pushed out a board cart full of weapons in the chaotic array of yellow turbans, and ran uncannyly, kicking the board cart in the path between Ottoria and the flames.

In just a moment, the belated flames slammed into the wooden cart full of steel weapons like a flood, instantly burning the steel red, squirting molten iron, and the wooden cart turned into a fire in an instant, replacing Ottoria into a strange pile of molten iron and coke.

Liang Chengcheng, who was facing away from the flames, wiped his snot in the explosion, and said to himself: "Pure masters never look back at the explosion......

If it is said that the behavior of Ottoria and Liang Chengcheng only surprised Jiao Long for a moment, and the behavior of Changsun Wu has completely made him completely angry.

Just when the flames and bullets held back his attack, the soldiers who had witnessed the crisis of the commander finally swarmed up in droves and jumped towards the flame cemetery desperately, perhaps in the eyes of some, they were just fools blinded by the dreams promised by the horns, but at this moment they all had the consciousness of dedicating themselves to their ideals, not about utilitarianism or anything else, but only the most persistent heart of martyrdom.

Even if they rushed into the dragon fire one after another, they were just sent to death, like moths to the fire, and those people were turned into charcoal, but the last successful one finally grabbed the robe behind Zhang Jiao's back and struggled to pull him out of the dragon soul curse.

The stubble on his face was already scorched in the heat, and Changsun Wu threw the man in his hand with all his might, but he leaked under Jiao Long's fist.

Just the ferocity of the ember flame had already turned his palms into charcoal in an instant, and the almost charred bones in it could be vaguely seen.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, he vaguely heard the beast's roar coming from behind him.

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With tears streaming down his face, the current group has become a veritable group of men...... Kneel and beg mm to join the group.

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