The cold words were like a death proclamation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Rodin instantly understood that Barjan was not the bronze level on the surface, and that he had already broken through to the silver level after receiving countless gifts from the Corrupt Lady, and had mastered the essence of the Flame Lion Society, the secret sword, which was said to be able to turn decay into magical swordsmanship.

"Flying Lion Chasing the Sun!"

The blonde man raised his sword sideways with a wicked smile, "Coax-' A blinding flash of fire erupted, and a fierce golden flame was born from the void, and then writhed, intertwined, and condensed behind him like life.

The head, limbs, fur, and claws were clear one by one, and in the blink of an eye they condensed into a man-tall beast - a streamlined body with a lush mane, and it was a majestic male lion, and a trace of black-red blood writhed in the burning golden flames around it, adding to the difference.

The lion's outstretched claws rubbed lightly against the ground, outlining deep scorch marks, his massive head resting on Barjani's skull, and his scarlet, barbed tongue licking through the white fangs. It stared at the four of them with cold eyes, like predators at the top of the food chain, carefully selecting their prey to close their eyes.

It snuggled up behind the man, like a loyal guard, and when a few people made the slightest move, it unleashed a thunderous blow.

"Evil beast!"

White ice gas shot out from Chloe's fingers and spewed at the proud lion figure.

With a light flash, the King of the Beasts leaped behind him, the flaming whip tail dragging a series of flame trails through the air.

The fiery serpent poured out, and the air let out a scorched scream.

The Frost Flower swept past the afterimage, freezing the ground, but brushed past its target.

I saw the lion shadow in the sky and Baierjani clinging to each other like a pair of conjoined babies, they stood firmly in the air, and then galloped freely, as if there was an invisible staircase in the transparent void.

A man and a lion flickered at a speed beyond the limits of human eyesight, and everyone saw only vague shadows drifting by.

When he reacted, the silver blade overlapped with the lion's flaming minions.

The roar of the lion, the shadow of the sword, and the wall of the heart that flickered with black light collided suddenly!

"Bang!" The earth-shattering black light insisted on shattering in an instant, and the entire hall trembled as if it had suffered an earthquake, and the four of them only felt that they were being used as a hammer in their chests, and they retreated a few steps in a row to the corner of the wall, their blood boiling, and their chests were stuffy.

The leather armor on Rodin's chest, who bore the brunt of the fire, was even more scorched and blackened, and at the same time, the blood in his right eye was throbbing violently, conveying a deep uneasiness. This kind of sense of threat and oppression only appeared when facing the eight-armed brake ghost!

The danger of one blow is so far!

On the other hand, the opponent's body did not move at all, and he still stood firmly in the void.

"But Err!" the mockery still echoed in the air, and Bair pointed the silver blade straight at the men, and then the Flame Lion bowed slightly, making a charged pounce.

"This time, deal with you!"

"Hmph!" Rodin and Dahan protected the two girls behind them. The latter is the main defender, offering the wall of the blue heart, the former is the main attack, not retreating but advancing, facing the lion shadow and sword blade pressed down like Mount Tai, and his arms are like whips and thrown forward.

With a tearing sound in the air, five blood-vein tentacles as black as ink emerged from around him, and the giant python fused like a giant python to wrap his whip out arms, turning into a siege hammer.

In the bright hall, flying lions chased the sword light, and the small force wielded a giant hammer.

Up and down confrontation, force to force, momentum to potential, making the most brutal collision without any fancy or fancy.

In an instant, the light and shadow shattered, and the sound was silent.

The invisible air flow sent the three of them directly into the distance.

A noble blonde man held his sword diagonally, his blade against his opponent's neck.

The opponent, who was covered in a silver flame rose, was now pressed to his chest by the lion's thick and powerful front paws, and was crushed to the cold ground.

The golden flames continued to scorch through the silver armor, making a crisp stinging sound.

The male lion was no longer unscathed, its handsome head was visibly hit with a blunt object, and a huge dent appeared, in which black ancestral dragons could be faintly seen rolling and sadistic.

"It seems that I underestimated you, and you are the first one who can hurt my flame lion with a bronze body. If you are an advanced silver, you may be able to compete with me for a long time, but unfortunately, ......"

As he spoke, his scarlet tongue licked across his pale lips.

"But the power of the black bloodline of the alien, I haven't tasted it yet, it's a surprise!"

Then the blade of the sword slashed through his neck, and in an instant, a shallow line of blood flowed out.

Byrjan raised the blade of his sword and licked the blood, revealing a smoky and intoxicated expression.

Seeing this perverted act, the two women lying on the ground in the distance lost their faces, and Chloe couldn't help but scold, "Bastard, you man-eating dog, what's coming at me!"

"Haha, don't worry, wait until I'm done cooking him first, and it will be your turn in a while!"

Rodin tried to struggle, but the flaming lion's paws in front of him were like two mountains, suppressing him to the death, and even the little remaining bloodline power was sealed by the invisible Corrupt Realm.

"Is it inevitable this time?"

Thinking together, I saw Baierjan smirking and waving his long sword at him.

"Whoa—hey!" Suddenly, a breeze blew through the entire cavern. Two familiar notes suddenly sounded in Rodin's ears when he closed his eyes and died, and then his body was light, but the lion's claw pressed on his chest disappeared.

No, not only the lion's claws, but the entire flame lion faded like a mist and disappeared without a trace.

And Byrjan quietly restrained his smile, his expression stiffened like a corpse.

A great terror enveloped his body and mind, and he unconsciously took a step back, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the sword slipped to the ground.

Rodin's eyes lit up, and he held the sword firmly, and above the hilt, the heart jewel shimmered with an ocean-like blue brilliance.

Following Byrjan's line of sight, a black-robed man with a tiger's back appeared at the entrance of the hall at some point, and the black-robed man looked left and right in the hall, then took off his hood, revealing a weather-beaten and tough face.

He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties, but his gray beard on his jaw is as sharp and hard as a steel needle, and he looks full of anger.

"Nozomi ...... Dean Waitis?"

Big Hancroe stammered.

This black-robed man was the dean of the Deep Winter Springs Academy, a gold-rank powerhouse who managed thousands of strength students.

He looked at the pale Baierjan and sighed deeply, "I didn't expect me and those old guys to look away, it's really ridiculous, the genius we have high hopes for has already thrown into the arms of decay." ”

"Give me the rest of the list of believers, and I can give you a good time. ”

A few wisps of hideousness flashed in Byrjan's eyes, and he grinned like a mad lion in a desperate situation,

"Xides, I won't tell you a word, the people of the Rao Xue family are not cowards......"

Waitis was expressionless, and suddenly exhaled at the other party.

"Lun-Tower!"

The four onlookers only felt a soft sound like a mosquito in their ears, and then the whole person of Baierjan seemed to have pressed the pause button and did not move.

"This ......"

Rodin walked towards him with his sword, bringing a breeze through Barjan's body. Almost at the same time, the other party collapsed like a statue in the desert that had weathered for thousands of years.

He was bloodied in his grip on a magnificent and delicate sword, his gaze startled, and in the air in front of him, a pile of white ash fluttered gently in the breeze.