The lips of the little red flower have completely turned into the color of vermilion, as if all the beauty in this world is concentrated here, which is a stunning color of independence in the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was only indifference in the red pupils, and the little red flower stared at the poor Wu on one side, and her hands were gently raised again, and the energy like red mist began to circulate around, growing rapidly, and finally bearing a flower bud.

The poor vulture's feet were stunned, and the earth cracked instantly, and he also rushed out in an instant with the help of a strong rebound.

No matter who it is, even if it is a member of the Mowgli Immortal Clan, he can't stop his current self.

Kill Wang Shi, no one can stop it!

The poison unleashed by the oil flower has lost its due effect, and has been completely suppressed by the majestic blood qi.

The strength of the poor man who did not know how much he had grown, waved his fist like a meteor, and suddenly fell down, crushing the past with all his might, sweeping away all obstacles in the road.

A hundred paces away, it suddenly collapsed, as if a heavy hammer had compacted all the stones, and the resulting huge impact instantly swept away in all directions, lifting up a layer of craggy rocks.

Little Red Flower raised her hand indifferently and met her fist like a falling star.

The buds between the fingers are open.

Petite and soft hands, in stark contrast to the boulder-like fists.

Forever Falling!

The flowers bloom and then wither.

Little Red Flower's red lips overflowed with a real red, with a peculiar sweetness.

The body was like a delicate flower, about to be crushed by the wind, but the little red flower still stood indifferently. Now she is not a poor opponent at all.

"Kill!"

The poor man roared angrily, and the strength in his body increased again, and his fist fell, and all the violent power was vented, wanting to smash everything in front of him.

At this time, the true strength of the inheritors of the Seven Great Dynasties was revealed, not only far beyond Xiao Honghua's expectations, but also enough to make her completely dead.

If the poor are still like this, that person's strength will be like this, and his previous guesses are all wrong? Could it be that he has always been just a small fish in his captivity?

The safflower branches in front of him quickly withered, and the little safflower's face became more and more pale.

Bang!

A slight sound represented that the majestic power had invaded the body, and this delicate flower was about to wither.

The apathy gradually disappeared, and the emotions of normal people returned to the body of the little red flower, but there was no pain or fear in her eyes, only a faint question.

You, haven't you come yet?

The poor vulture, whose momentum had reached its peak, would not delay for a moment at all, and his fist was pressed down heavily!

Suddenly, Little Red Flower felt a warmth around her waist, and then a gentle force poured into her body, gently sending her down.

The oil flower appeared in time and supported the stumbling little red flower.

Suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the breath of the little red flower instantly withered to the extreme, looking not far away.

"We're a little bit back. Yau Hua said softly. The current battle is completely beyond their reach, and it is better to stay away to ensure their own safety and not distract Wang Shi.

Eyes were firmly fixed on the somewhat thin back, and the little red flower did not retreat, standing in place. Youhua also understood Xiao Honghua's thoughts, so she stopped talking and stood here too.

"He's afraid he's changed his mind. ”

A fist containing the power of the stars to fall hits the same fist!

Bang!

Like the collision of two stars, the violent force instantly distorted everything around them. The ground only existed for a moment, and then it became a vast hollow.

The poor man roared angrily, but flew upside down and smashed into the mountains. In the previous collision, he didn't even resist Wang Shi's power.

Wang Shi took three steps backwards in mid-air, neutralized the power that had been transmitted, and immediately chased after the poor Wu who flew upside down.

At the most critical moment, Wang Shi finally completed the treatment of Shi Kefa and Zhang Ke, and the rest can only depend on themselves.

Wang Shi, whose mentality had changed, had also changed his decision, so he rushed over fiercely, with a fierce and cold murderous aura.

The poor man who had just smashed into the mountains immediately turned over and rushed out, but as soon as he stood up, a sword flashed in front of him.

The thick arms were immediately crossed, and a thick demonic flame appeared on them, forming the strongest defense. Even the full force of the whole realm could not leave a single mark on it.

Swish!

Extremely gentle and simple knife!

Before he could let go of his crossed arms, he felt a murderous force behind him, and the muscles in his back immediately bulged and turned into armor like steel.

Swish!

A bright sword light flashed again!

After being slashed twice in succession, the anger in the poor vulture's heart exploded in an instant.

A demon-slaying pestle appeared in his hand, and the dragon's dormant arms immediately danced, as if to turn the whole world upside down, and the pitch-black demonic flames spread, completely imprisoning the space.

The mountains began to corrode, collapsing violently, and then countless boulders began to fly, smashing the devastated earth into countless deep pits again.

The wide cracks, the flying boulders, and the demonic flames that diffused from the place turned this place into a scene of annihilation, and the entire mountain collapsed in an instant, completely in ruins.

Bursts of impact also shook around, and all the exposed rocks were smoothed out, and large areas of mountains were turned into plains.

Little Red Flower and Youhua both looked at this battle in a daze, and there was no more turmoil in their hearts, so they could only stand in place and remain motionless. At this level of battle, they can only watch from the sidelines.

A roar from the sky!

The poor man rushed out of the rocks, his body was completely surrounded by demon flames, his body doubled again, and the wound that was supposed to split him seemed to have healed, and there was no trace of it anymore.

At this time, the strength of the poor vultures has increased again!

It seems that as long as you can't die, the more desperate you are, the stronger the power you will inspire!

The pitch-black Spirit Pressure Pillar immediately rushed into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and the sky darkened in an instant, as if the real Demon Domain had descended.

And the poor vulture stands between heaven and earth, like a demon god who dominates death.

The demon slaying pestle in his hand had changed, completely turning into a pitch-black color, and countless spikes had grown on it, turning into a large murder weapon that swept across the area.

"Wang Shi, come and die!"

As the roar sounded, the demon-slaying pestle in the poor vulture's hand began to dance wildly, and countless demonic flames also flew with it, and when it landed on the ground, it burned an abyss.

The demon pestle that has changed is like a towering ancient tree, with thousands of spikes, and every time it is waved, it is sweeping through an area, and no matter how fast the body is, it will definitely be swept away.

Anything that came close to five hundred paces was strangled cleanly.

Suddenly, a steady, cold voice sounded in the poor man's ears.

"Now, I've changed my mind. You will be the first dry bone of my king's path. ”

Without hesitation, the Demon Suppressor blasted towards its head, and countless demonic flames rose around it, as if it could imprison everything in place.

Rumble!

The demon-slaying pestle, full of endless power, bombarded and shattered the space in an instant.

However, a scarlet color suddenly appeared, slicing through everything.

Feng Mo's knife, which had turned crimson, cut through the demon flame, and descended directly on the poor man's shoulder, running through, as if splitting this giant comparable to a mountain in half, but immediately an infinite demon flame swept over.

The poor vulture's other hand swept wildly, as if he was picking up the stars, smashing everything to pieces.

The battle reached its peak in an instant!

In the demonic flame that imprisoned everything, no matter how scarlet it flashed, it finally landed in the poor body, as if all of it was through, but there was a thick demonic flame, and no one could see the specific injury.

"Jumping clown, dare to fight me head-on!"

The roar of the poor man rang out, causing the peaks of the mountains to tremble, and countless boulders began to roll down. All the hidden demon beasts directly turned into a puff of blood mist.

"Let's fight!"

Wang Shi emerged from the countless demonic flames and stood in front of the poor man.

The madness in his eyes instantly rose to the extreme, and the power on the poor vulture's body surged out, gathering the most powerful move, wielding the demon slaying pestle and sweeping over.

No matter how fast Wang Shi was, he would definitely be swept away this time.

Wang Shi stared at the poor man, holding the Fengmo knife in his left hand, and his free right hand suddenly shook forward, and the clear green dragon roared out, instantly coiled into a mark, and landed on the demon pestle.

"I am the Demon Flame King!"

The power of the poor vultures broke out again, wanting to sweep Wang Shi out.

Extreme anti-Taoism!

Three green dragon seals!

The three green dragons that had been blessed by the Extreme Reverse Dao Method instantly roared out and turned into three seals, imprisoning the advancing Demon Suppression Pestle.

The demon-slaying pestle, which was like a mountain collapse, was actually frozen in mid-air like this!

Wang Shi's right hand suddenly clenched, and he stepped forward, and the Fengmo knife in his hand began to fall!

Seventy-two Swords - Green Dragon Illusion!

Countless sword lights began to flash, coming and gone, all falling on the poor body, and Wang Shi did not have the intention of stopping at all, stepping on the demon pestle and slamming upward, and the knife in his hand began to cut down continuously.

Thirteen knives!

Seventy-two dollars!

One hundred and eight cuts!

Two hundred dollars!

The swift light of the sword enveloped the vast expanse as if thousands of people were swinging their knives around him at the same time. The poor vulture's roar was stuck in his throat, unable to be shouted.

Three hundred dollars!

The Feng Mo knife in his hand could no longer withstand the force, and it snapped apart, and Wang Shi finally fell to the ground at this time, and after the impact disappeared, he slowly stood up.

The poor man who stood in the air finally roared out.

"I am the Demon Flame King!"