Makoto denied himself, and the concept of belonging to him faded away, leaving behind all that the former eldest son represented. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

So the curse boiled, and the fire of revenge boiled.

As the concept of Makoto faded, he began to shift towards the attributes of the Rattan Fire Man, and with a curse and fire of vengeance.

Of course, this process is not immediate.

The difficulty of completely denying oneself without hurting oneself is that if it weren't for Cheng's near-absolute soberness of mind at this time, I am afraid that this would not be possible.

Thirty seconds!

"If you can't kill the other party within thirty seconds, then this illusion will be completely occupied by the other party, although I can rely on talent to escape, but Elena can't. ”

"No!"

"I'm afraid that even I can't escape, if I can't destroy or injure the other party, I'm afraid that the illusion will follow one after another, and I won't be able to wake up every time. ”

A flaming hand suddenly sprouted from his right elbow.

Immediately after, a flaming rapier appeared in the palm of his hand.

Although Makoto had already added a lot of necromancy to this illusion, he was clearly more willing to use a sword.

Low-level necromancy spells are obviously not as good as going up and slashing directly.

Perhaps high-level necromancy can surpass sword skills, but not now.

Although he can also use spells of this level such as the Poison Bone Spike, it is clear that there are no such casting materials here.

There is nothing here but fire.

There are only swords and talents, flames and curses.

But time was pressing, and one curse was enough time to go up and cut two or three swords.

He had even given up the curse of cripple that he could unleash directly.

A wrong step, the figure has reached the front of the rattan fire man who was in a daze because of the sudden change of sincerity.

Nineteen Style, Flamingo.

He was more proficient in swordsmanship than ever before, and as his strength increased, he began to show the power of this set of swordsmanship more and more.

The flaming sword in his hand swelled suddenly, as if it had turned into a fiery dragon, and rolled towards the rattan flaming man.

Although it seems a bit nonsensical to use fire against the burning rattan fire man, Makoto himself understands that the flames of the two are not the same kind.

The other side is the fire of depravity, the fire of hell, and on his side is the fire of revenge.

The other party is the target of the fire of revenge, and the damage is not only there, but it will be great.

The five burning men of the rattan fire man opened their mouths and wailed in unison, and an invisible force surged out, crashing into Makoto's sword fire.

Two seconds passed.

Makoto's body took a step further, and the whole person had already rushed into the flames that he swung.

Twenty Style, Golden Falcon.

The Golden Light Falcon is a unique eagle in this world, with golden feathers and thunder attributes, flying like a golden light.

This Twentieth is swifter and more dangerous than the Second Woodpecker.

Makoto was like a sharp sword, passing through the flames of the Nineteenth Form, which had not yet dissipated, and slammed into an invisible position with a thud.

It was a spell, but he didn't know exactly what it was.

But even the power of the five of them is a little fragile for Makoto now.

Four seconds.

Makoto's flaming sword has been inserted into the protection.

The sword in his hand turned, and he shouted softly: "Variant, twenty-three, scaly ghost face butterfly." ”

These are the few swordsmanship in the Flying Feather Talisman that is not named after a bird.

But it is precisely because of this that this style of swordsmanship is special.

The flaming sword in his hand disintegrated inch by inch, and then floated in all directions like the scales of a butterfly fluttering in the wind, bringing death.

Although it is described as floating, this is just to describe its way of movement, in fact, in terms of speed, it is as fast as a sword.

The rattan fire man had probably never seen such a strange swordsmanship, and he was immediately bombarded.

"It's a pity that it's not really sword qi. ”

Although the strength of Makoto is not simply classified as mana, it is obviously very different from the battle spirit of a warrior.

If it is to use the battle qi to urge luck, what this rattan fire man will have to meet is not only the bombardment of flames, but the direct bombardment of sword qi.

However, this is not too bad, after all, Makoto's flame has a damage bonus to the rattan fire man.

The invisible position that stood in his way suddenly fell apart.

Twenty-five, the crown of the sun.

The Sun Crown is a legendary bird of the White Sea generation, and it is said that the void on its head emits a sun-like light, which is sacred and powerful.

It is said that this bird was born on the sun and rarely appears on the earth.

Countless rays of light shot out from the flame sword that had been recondensed in Makoto's hand, and brought out infinite flames.

Form 25 seemed to accelerate every trace of flame, and the speed of the flame was like light.

Twelve seconds.

The last vestiges of Makoto's left hand disappeared with the wind.

Call!

A new flame left hand reached out of his body.

Looks better than just now.

"Waste a second. ”

He wasn't a little happy with the fact that he had reunited one hand, he didn't know how to double swords, and this one hand was of little use.

Because he doesn't need this hand to keep his balance.

The flames of vengeance completely enveloped the Rattan Burning Man.

But he knew that it was not enough, not even far from it, and for the remaining seventeen seconds, the flames could not burn it.

He didn't give the rattan fire man any chance to resist at all, and his body took another step forward, and the sword technique in his hand had another layer.

Twenty-seven styles, decorated with feathered flower crowns.

The flame sword in Makoto's hand seemed to disappear in an instant.

Five lines of fire suddenly appeared on the five fire men on the rattan fire men, and these five lines of fire completely crossed their bodies.

Bang!

His legs exploded directly after this pose, and the right hand holding the sword was also exploded.

Twenty-Seven was completely beyond the capacity of his current body.

Although the power of the curse continued, and although the fire of vengeance burned more and more, his body became weaker and weaker.

Seventeen seconds.

"Isn't it good anymore? Unfortunately, this body of strength is not used to use swordsmanship. ”

If he had enough knowledge of spell casting and enough spell casting materials, maybe he wouldn't have chosen swordsmanship at all, but in the current situation, even if it was a sword technique that couldn't be 100% effective, it would be much better than his imperfect spell knowledge.

He floated in mid-air and paused for two seconds.

The last blow.

The thirtieth form is also the last form of the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique, a sword move that cannot be performed even if it reaches the fourth order under normal circumstances.

Fortunately, this is not the normal situation.

"With my whole body, with all my heart, with all my heart, I send you the most beautiful greetings. ”

At the end, he suddenly opened his mouth and said his final goodbye.

Twenty-two seconds.

He withdrew his hand, and in a short moment, the flames on his body twisted violently a few times, completely turning into black flames that devoured light and temperature.

In the dark flames, Makoto's voice came out quietly.

Thirty Style, Dark Phoenix.

A soft cry that could not be said to be pleasant or desperate sounded from the black flames.

At the center of the flames was as if a huge heart was beating violently.

Three seconds later, a feather poked out of it.

And then there was an endless black glow.