The Flame Sword is composed entirely of Purgatory Fire, and the power of magic can be used to surpass itself, but it takes a certain amount of time to cast it.

This blow of the Purgatory Flame Sword had already exceeded Mu Lie's own strength, cutting through the middle of Lan Wen and the Death Knight, and slashing at Meng Qianhe fiercely.

Meng Qianhe sensed the danger, suddenly raised his head, looked up with a hideous face, and roared angrily: "Block it for me!"

Meng Qianhe's mouth suddenly spat out a shield, and the shield swelled in the wind, blocking the top of the Purgatory Flame Sword.

"Boom!" The black Purgatory Flame Sword turned into flames and splashed everywhere, and Meng Qianhe's shield was completely lifted out. ‘

Yechen said loudly: "Lan Wen, death knight, just entangle him, don't let him run." ”

For Mu Lie's magic, Yechen was very satisfied, this blow was equivalent to a supreme-level martial art, and Yechen felt that Mu Lie's power consumption was very small, which meant that as long as Mu Lie was given time, he could exert more supreme-level martial arts.

This is a little scary.

Yechen also kept this in mind, if he encountered demons and powerful mages in the future, he must kill them as soon as possible, and if he gave them time to cast magic, it would be too terrifying.

Inspired by this, Mu Lie raised his wand again and muttered, "O passionate fire elves, please lend me your power! Fire elementals! Transform into an invincible burst of fire under the orders of the elves!"

Yechen saw that as Mu Lie's spell fell, a fierce flame suddenly exploded in front of Meng Qianhe, and the ferocious power seemed to blow out a hole in the void, and Lan Wen and the death knight in front of him both raised their shields and protected their bodies behind them.

Meng Qianhe roared: "Eat my sword, Divine Crane Kyushu!"

At this moment, Meng Qianhe's body and magic weapon combined, turning into a huge silver crane and rushing towards the flames, this is a respectable martial art, at this moment, Meng Qianhe can only use a respectable martial art to fight hard.

With the explosion of the Purgatory Flame, Meng Qianhe's supreme martial arts were destroyed, but Meng Qianhe's strength consumption was huge, and this time in order to resist the Burst Flame, he almost consumed two percent of his strength.

Yechen said: "This blow magic is not as powerful as before. ”

Mu Lie said with some embarrassment: "Master, I rarely use magic, and when I encounter a battle, I usually fight directly in close combat. Moreover, the magic level of the Burst Flame is indeed inferior to the Purgatory Burst Flame Sword just now. ”

"Oh, you mean, magic is the same as martial arts, right? Yechen said.

"Yes, master, the power of the Purgatory Burst is equivalent to the sect-level exercises you said, and the Purgatory Burst Sword is equivalent to the supreme-level exercises. There is more powerful magic in my heritage, but with my power, I can't use it yet. Mu Lie said, "Actually, in battle, it should be high-level magic and low-level magic that cooperate with each other. Moreover, a lot of magic is very large, and it is a little inconvenient for magicians to cooperate with warriors, and it is not as good as small magic. ”

"Oh, then you let go and fight!" Yechen said, "Lan Wen, death knight, kill Meng Qianhe." ”

In the distance, Meng Qianhe suddenly raised his head, looked at Yechen with red eyes, and said, "Little beast, you dare, this sect is a person from the King of Luosha, you dare to kill me?"

Yechen sneered, disdainful of answering such stupid words.

The sharp spear in Lan Wen's hand and the spear burning with black hellfire in the death knight's hand told him Yechen's determination.

These two people made a move, which made Meng Qianhe startled and almost fell into despair.

Mu Lie raised his wand, and then said aloud: "The spirit of the flames, at my call, turn into my blood-colored long knife and slash all the creatures in front of me—Flame Fur Cut!"

One after another flame wind blades formed in the sky, slashing towards Meng Qianhe intensively, the power of each flame wind blade was not too strong, but the dense flame wind blades made Mu Lie fall into despair.

This time, the magic took shape in front of Meng Qianhe's body, and it would not attack Lan Wen and the Death Knight, and the dense flame wind blade enveloped Mu Lie's entire body.

In Lan Wen's hand, the silver light skyrocketed, and the silver light turned into a huge silver spear phantom that was held by Lan Wen in his hand, and the powerful power diffused, which made Mu Lie frightened.

A high-level martial art, a fierce plural.

"No!" Sensing the threat of death, Mu Lie let out an angry roar, and the sword in his hand merged with his body again, turning into a large silver crane and flying forward.

The silver crane was defeated by Mu Lie's flame wind blade, Lan Wen's silver spear pierced into Meng Qianhe's chest like lightning, and his heart and body below the shoulder shattered silently under the fierce god spear, leaving only one head with wide eyes and unwilling to look at Yechen.

"Giggles!" Meng Qianhe's teeth chattered, his face was extremely hideous, and his eyes showed resentment, as if he wanted to eat Yechen.

All this came too fast, just now he was still chasing Yechen, and he was killed in the blink of an eye. Meng Qianhe had infinite resentment in his heart, as if he wanted to devour the night.

With his eyes glaring at Yechen, Meng Qianhe slowly lost his vitality and finally died.

After Meng Qianhe died, the strong resentment combined with the power of death that did not dissipate, and a ghost that was exactly the same as Meng Qianhe's growth took shape beside Meng Qianhe, looking around blankly.

The newly formed ghost, the wisdom is very low, just like a newborn baby, after absorbing the power of death and slowly growing, it will be born little by little wisdom, after the ghost is born, it has no connection with the person before the death, it has an independent personality.

Yechen looked at Meng Qianhe's ghost and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this Meng Qianhe's resentment is so strong, how much he hates me." ”

The stronger the resentment, the higher the talent of the ghost born out, and this ghost actually has the potential of the emperor level.

Yechen looked at this ghost and said lightly: "It looks a little ugly, the people around me, there shouldn't be a few people who can use it, just give it to Lin Shuang, he doesn't have a good natal death creature, this ghost is suitable to be his natal ghost." ”

With a grasp of the Yechen Void, he captured the newly born ghost, and then forcibly locked it in the corpse ring.

"Roar!Master!I want you to die!" The zombie that had lost its owner roared again and again, and rushed towards Lan Wen frantically, but was knocked away by the red sun again.

Yechen said lightly: "Kill him, it's your food." ”

"Despicable, kill my master, and I will make you live in regret forever. "At the level of Wuzun, the zombie has extremely high intelligence, and he actually wants to escape, and then secretly avenge his master.

(End of chapter)