Huo Lingen used his strength to flick away the golden ball shot by Ji Ji and smashed it on the body of a black-armored warrior, who exploded to pieces with a loud bang.

"Whoever offends my Flame Clan, die!" Huo Lingen, who was standing in the flames, was covered in blood, and roared angrily in the face of Yaji.

"Hahahaha, it's ridiculous, you can't even figure out who is dead and who lives, you are really pathetic. Although he was trapped in the fire cage, he was still arrogant.

Huo Lingen clenched his fist at the fire cage, and the fire cage immediately contracted.

The flames on the halberd in Huo Lingen's other hand soared high, and it suddenly turned into a huge dark red fire dragon.

The dark red fire dragon flew around Huo Lingen and circled, opening its mouth to the fire cage and about to swallow it in its stomach.

The golden light in Yaoji's hand covered his whole body, and the whole person was as dazzling as gold.

The dark red fire dragon roared angrily, and suddenly poked its head out to swallow Yaji's mouth.

Golden light shines out from the dragon's mouth, radiating a thousand rays of brilliance like the rising sun from the east.

Huo Lingen stared at the churning dragon, and secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that this person has also cultivated an immortal golden body?"

With a bang, it exploded, and Ya Ji flew into the air and suddenly opened his mouth to inhale at the fire dragon, and actually sucked the huge fire dragon into his abdomen.

Huo Lingen stretched out his hands and raised his head to let out a hysterical shout, and the ground burst into a layer of dirt, and countless flaming halberds shot out from the ground.

Hua Qinghuan, who was pacing, suddenly stopped, put away the folding fan in his hand, and another green shadow broke into the crowd.

Huo Lingen noticed that there was a movement behind him, and the speed of the comer was as fast as thunder, and he knew that it was the man who was watching who did it.

Seven or eight flame halberds twisted into a ball, and they scattered flowers at the back of the body.

Hua Qinghuan himself had already drifted in front of Huo Lingen.

Huo Lingen's heart is sinking, this person moves so fast, it is absolutely impossible to prevent himself from being a killer.

Hua Qinghuan has red lips and white teeth, has a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes, handsome sword eyebrows, long hair flowing, and even the killing action is indescribably chic.

But this is for onlookers, in Huo Lingen's opinion, such a handsome man as a woman is full of terror.

The white mang flashed in front of Huo Lingen's eyes, and he thought to himself that this was probably the last picture he had seen before his death.

"Get out of the way!" Two Long Yan soldiers came to him at some point, red flames burning on the sturdy and burly body, and the two leaned side by side in front of Huo Lingen, blocking the fatal blow for him.

The white light of death flashed, and the corpses of the two Long Yan Army were split in two in the same posture. Hua Qinghuan left the crowd again, standing far away as if nothing happened, this time the folding fan was not opened, but he was holding it in his hand and tapping his palm.

Huo Lingen was puzzled: "It was obviously the best chance to kill himself just now, why did Hua Qinghuan retreat?" Thinking of this, he also guessed the approximate situation, Hua Qinghuan killed people very quickly, but the time to shoot was also limited, and he had already missed the opportunity to shoot when he killed two Long Yanjun in one blow just now, and the reason why Hua Qinghuan chose to retreat was because he had no ability to shoot again.

That is to say, if Huo Lingen makes a move against him now, he may be able to knock down Hua Qinghuan.

Huo Lingen no longer had the slightest hesitation, and threw dozens of fire punches in a row, pointing at Yao Ji and shouting to Long Yanjun next to him: "Entangle this man in black for me." ”

After Huo Lingen finished speaking, he flew up, the flame halberd in his right hand flew towards Hua Qinghuan, and the fire fist in his left hand condensed.

Hua Qinghuan snapped and held the folding fan, squinted her eyes and whispered, "Sure enough, you still saw through it." The figure flickered, avoiding the flaming halberd that stabbed at him.

Huo Lingen's fire fist shot out in the air, falling a torrent of flames in mid-air, burning the ground, and rushing towards Hua Qinghuan on the ground.

Hua Qinghuan shouted: "I haven't seen anyone who can catch up with me." ”

The figure flickered again, and it actually came to a place twenty or thirty meters behind Huo Lingen.

Huo Lingen couldn't see the leisurely look on his face just now, "Even if I can't catch you, won't I still exhaust your physical strength?"

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability or not. Hua Qinghuan smiled slightly when she heard this, and she pretended to be calm.

Huo Lingen lit a flame in his hand and shot at Hua Qinghuan, but he didn't move.

Hua Qinghuan dodged seven flames in a row, his face became more and more ugly, and his body movement speed was obviously not so fast.

Yao Ji had already seen Hua Qinghuan's embarrassment, and the golden light in his right hand slapped on the head of a Long Yanjun, flew over, and threw another golden ball at Huo Lingen. "Old flower, are you here to help or to make trouble? ”

Hua Qinghuan was ridiculed by the jealousy for a while, her face was a little unbearable, and she shouted: "I didn't do this to help you! A small Yecheng hasn't been captured for a long time, and you still have the face to say about me?"

The golden ball landed, and a burst of dust exploded, Huo Lingen glanced at the battlefield, most of the two thousand dragon Yan troops had been killed and wounded, and it looked like there were still seven or eight hundred people, and there were only about two hundred black-armored warriors left. "If we can hold on, reinforcements should arrive. ”

After this battle, I am afraid that the title of the first legion of the Dragon Yan Army in the world will not be able to be kept, because the black-armored warriors will not fall behind with 500 enemies and 2,000 Long Yan Army, and the strength will be immediately clear.

Yao Ji can deal with it, but if he wants to defend Ye Cheng, Hua Qinghuan must be eliminated first, because once his strength is restored, he and his brothers will suffer.

"Even if you die, you have to exchange Hua Qinghuan's life for it!" Huo Lingen made up his mind in his heart, and the flames on the flame armor soared even higher.

Yaji raised his head in front of Hua Qinghuan and glared at Huo Lingen with his nostrils, what he meant was, with me here, you don't want to get half a step closer to Hua Qinghuan.

Huo Lingen raised his hand to conjure a flaming knife, which was more than two meters long, and after a sharp dash, he jumped up, clenched the hilt with both hands and slashed it hard.

The battle was nearing its end, and Yao Ji knew that Huo Lingen had already killed Red Eyes.

People who lose their minds, although they fight like crazy, tend to take it lightly.

Ya Ji roared angrily, gathering the golden ball with both hands, and most of his exercises had been consumed in the long fight, so the power of the golden ball was not as strong as it was at the beginning.

The two sides collided vigorously, and a deafening sound erupted in the air, and Ya Ji took two steps back, and his arms were slightly numb.

After Huo Lingen landed, he gritted his teeth, spun his body and slashed again, and the flames arced in the darkness, aiming at Yaji's waist.

The black robe was drumming, and the fire reflected in his eyes became bigger and bigger, and immediately filled the entire eyeball.

The golden light flickered, covering his body, and he took a big breath and let out a roar, suddenly spitting out countless air knives.

Bell –

The sound is like the ringing of a bell in a temple, thick and melodious.

Ya Ji spurted out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

Huo Lingen's situation was even worse, I saw that after he took two steps back, his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth were constantly oozing blood, and his hideous appearance was like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.

Huo Lingen shook his body and raised his arm, conjured a halberd again, and shouted, "Long Yanjun, fight bravely!"

A sound spread throughout the four fields, and the remnants of the Long Yan Army heard the momentum soaring, and they all shouted bravely in their mouths, although they were exhausted, but there was still the belief that they would not admit defeat to support them.

The right arm of a dragon flame army next to him was suddenly cut off by a black-armored warrior, the man just gritted his teeth and snorted, and his left hand immediately conjured a flaming knife and slashed off the opponent's head.

The knife was successful, but he didn't know that two black-armored warriors snatched it up from behind, and the left and right sickles were staggered, and the body of the Long Yanjun was divided into three parts, and he fell to the ground and died.

The flames scorched the ground, suffocating black smoke, and then men fought, bleeding, severe, wailing, and dying.

Huo Lingen glanced at the battlefield strewn with corpses, although they were at a disadvantage, none of them flinched, none of them surrendered, he was very gratifying, because the soul of the Long Yan Army was still there.

The big husband fought on the battlefield and returned as a horse leather shroud!

Huo Lingen's power from nowhere instantly filled his whole body, his eyes flashed, and the halberd shouted to Tianyi: "Come on, with me, you don't want to step half a step past Ye Cheng!"

Saying that, the person had already rushed out quickly, and his target was still Hua Qinghuan.

Hua Qinghuan, who was originally standing in the distance watching the excitement, changed his face, and hurriedly dodged away from it.

The halberd stabbed at the place where Hua Qinghuan had just stood, blasting out a piece of sand.

Huo Lingen was like a demon, his eyes were red, and he turned around and attacked Hua Qinghuan like lightning.

This time, Hua Qinghuan looked at Huo Lingen, who was galloping over, and did not dodge, but smiled.

Huo Lingen felt a little bad, but after the shot, he couldn't turn back, and the strength of his whole body suddenly converged on the halberd, and the tongue of fire rose, like an evil dragon roaring.

The flames seemed to have pounced on Hua Qinghuan's body, but Huo Lingen's ears were as soft as a woman's whisper, "You are still a step too late after all." ”

A white light flashed from Huo Lingen's waist, and Hua Qinghuan fell to Yao Ji's side.

Huo Lingen, who held the halberd in his hand, stood motionless, his gaze slowly moving to his waist. Tiny streaks of blood slowly seeped out of the flame armor.

The flames fell, and Huo Lingen's eyes widened, not believing that he would die like this.

Ye Cheng ......

These were the last two words he ever spoke.

Huo Lingen's two halves of his body were quietly staggered, and he was already dead before his eyes were closed.

Ji Ji stepped forward and pressed Huo Lingen's head with his hand, twisted it down and raised it high and shouted: "Huo Lingen is dead!

Blood spilled down Yaji's arm, and the white on the black robe was completely dyed red.

Seeing that the captain was dead, the Long Yan army did not surrender, but instead launched a frantic attack on the enemy.

Having lost their leader, they were no longer the enemy's opponents, so Yao Ji threw Huo Lingen's head to Hua Qinghuan and rushed into the battlefield with a golden ball in his hand......

Hua Qinghuan looked at Huo Lingen's wide eyes and muttered, "You are a hero, but it's a pity that you are on the wrong team." ”

With a loud bang, the tall gate of Ye Cheng was blown to pieces, and Ya Ji led the remaining black-armored warriors of less than 100 people to capture Ye Cheng.

The two thousand dragon Yan troops all fought and died, and none of them survived.