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That one by one, which was in no way inferior to the attacks of ordinary high-level two-winged angels, all fell within the range of Yan Zhuo's body, although this level of attack was not terrible for Yan Zhuo, but the huge number of such attacks would definitely cause him huge trouble. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I attacked violently with all my might, squandering the magic qi in my body without hesitation, the violent attack continued, and it didn't take long for the original full magic qi to be used up, and at the same time, the phantom snow technique was running rapidly in the body, and the speed of regeneration of the magic qi in the body was also speeding up.

In this stormy attack, Yan Zhuo's face was already angry, although the clothes on his body were well preserved, but the whole person looked a little embarrassed, and the uninterrupted attacks made him lose the first opportunity, and he could only passively defend temporarily, and my attack was also deliberately made so that he could not free his hands to fight back.

"Is this Mo Yu admitting defeat? It seems to be such a fierce attack, but for the Yanzhuo Prince, there is no threat, it is just a waste of his magic in vain, and when the Yanzhuo Prince blocks these attacks, the Mo Yu who lacks the magic qi is not easy to destroy."

Under the ring, some people in the Flame Angel Clan were already laughing and discussing, as if they saw that the next moment, I would run out of magic and be caught.

"It's really stupid, it's just a junior two-winged angel, how can the amount of magic be compared to the Yanzhuo Prince who is a four-winged angel, such a competitive and consumed style of play, it's not looking for death, hahaha"

"Yes, it seems that this Mo Yu has been scared stupid by the Flame Burning Prince, hahaha" Among the Flame Angel Clan, the wanton ridicule became louder and louder, making many people in the Phantom Snow Clan turn red, angry and helpless.

Although they were angry at the ridicule of the Flame Angel Clan, more people had to agree that this kind of fighting and attrition was really unwise.

Mo Xue'er stood in the middle of the Phantom Snow Clan's crowd, her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes fixed on the ring, her expression nervous. Lisheng, who was beside her, turned her head to look at her, smiled and gently held her hand, and said, "Don't worry, Mo Yu must have his reason for doing this, you have to believe him."

Mo Xue'er looked at Lishang's clear eyes a little dazed, as if she wanted to find something from them, and in an instant, she seemed to give up, and asked, "Sister Lishang, why do you trust him so much?"

"Maybe it's intuition, or maybe it's getting used to it," Lishang replied casually, turned her eyes to the ring, and continued: "Wait and keep watching, Mo Yu will surprise you!"

On the ring, I measured the magic qi in my body, and there were only three percent left, and then I swung out a sword violently, and my body took the opportunity to retreat, no longer fighting with Yan Zhuo in close quarters, but fell in the distance, panting heavily, seizing the opportunity to recover the magic qi. I fixed my eyes on Yan Zhuo, completely ignoring the chatter under the ring.

Such a dense and violent attack is indeed a huge cost, but the benefits are also staggering. As a four-winged angel, Yan Zhuo's magic qi content is indeed much higher than mine, and if you want to win, you must first consume his energy, so that your chances of winning will be greater.

Every time I attack, the magic energy I put into it is even more powerful with the blessing of the sword momentum, and the scorching passive defense, in a hurry, if I want to resist such a powerful attack, I will have to consume more magic energy than me.

Every time he resists an attack, he consumes more energy than me, and after receiving such a stormy and dense attack from me, his magic energy consumption will definitely be much greater than mine!

Presumably, the burning at this time, the magic qi in the body is also very weak.

The Flame Angel Clan, their spells and moves are often more powerful than the spells of the same level of my Phantom Snow Clan, and they will consume more mana, but the recovery speed of their magic qi is much worse than that of our Phantom Snow Clan.

This is also an important basis for my Phantom Snow Clan and the Flame Angel Clan to be invincible after many years of fighting. Since ancient times, my Phantom Snow Clan and the Flame Angel Clan have had many battles, and their understanding of each other is also more comprehensive.

I accelerated the meridians in my body, the Phantom Snow Technique was running abnormally, and the magic qi was rapidly recovering. For my body, which has been soaked in the medicine jar since I was a child, I am confident that it will be several times faster than the burning Yan standing opposite me.

Embarrassed Yan Zhuo, his eyes were red, the flame gun in his hand was not as bright as the flame at the beginning, it slowly dimmed, and the dust raised by the indiscriminate bombardment was slowly drifting down, Yan Zhuo walked out of the dust, obviously he also slowly understood my purpose, so violently pressed him and beat him wildly, which really made his heart burn.

Yan Zhuo shook the dust on his sleeves, and said in a forced tone: "So far, no one has ever been able to let me be beaten passively for so long, you can do this, you can really be proud, you are going to consume my magic qi, although you have done it, but you must not feel good yourself, next, you are not so good."

Before the words fell, the green tendons on Yan Zhuo's arm burst out, and the fiery red magic qi spread from the palm of his hand, and the flame spear in his hand flashed fiery red light again, and after regaining his vitality, a thick coercion appeared on the flame spear.

"Bang!" Yan Zhuo's feet exploded violently, and his body jumped up like lightning,

"Die!"

A loud roar came from his mouth, and the flame spear in his hand stabbed out like lightning, and came quickly, and the air around him seemed to be burning, making a sizzling sound.

I couldn't take any more rest, the long sword slashed out diagonally, the huge wings behind him swung violently, and the body was able to dodge the fierce flame spear that stabbed at me, and the body of the spear passed by, I could feel the violent energy contained in the flame spear, if I was shot, it would be the result of serious injury. This scorching marksmanship is really powerful.

"Hmph, how did you learn to hide? Where did the momentum just go? You Phantom Snow Clan, are you all turtles" Yan Zhuo missed a blow, but he did not hesitate in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, there was another shot, and the momentum did not decrease at all.

Before I could stand firmly, I could already feel a thick wave of danger emanating from the flame spear that followed behind me, and the speed seemed to be even faster than just now.

I snorted coldly, my wings swung violently, my body twisted at an incredible angle, and without looking, the long sword in my hand slashed directly backwards.

"Bell!"

The screeching sound of the gold and iron slammed into it, and the long sword retreated, almost coming out of its hand, and the terrible impact rolled backwards, and the fingers that clenched the hilt of the sword were already white, and a bloody hole was cracked, and a piercing pain came from the joint.

I looked down at the bloody wound, and there was a fiery red aura fluctuation attached to it, which corroded the wound so hotly that the blood flowed and could not be healed. I urged the qi to wipe away the fiery red qi, and the wound on the palm of my hand began to heal slowly, stopping the blood.

With my body's ability to recover, this wound is not big and can heal quickly, and this flame can erode the magic qi into my body and prevent the wound from healing just by relying on the flame gun in my hand, this method is really not to be underestimated.

Although the content of the Burning Technique Qi at this time is much worse than when it was in its heyday, it is still stronger than mine, and the longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be to me, and both of us know this.

My consciousness filled the ring, probing the movement of the scorching technique. Although the attack of my divine consciousness cannot pose a threat to him at the moment, it can play a surprising role in the critical moment.

Yan Zhuo stood not far away, the flaming spear in his hand slammed into the ground, and his eyes looked at me with a gloomy look

"Why don't you run, since you like to run so much, then I'll see how you run this time!"

Before the words fell, Yan Zhuo's hands suddenly sealed, and red lines of fire wound and wound from his palms, and then Yan Zhuo's palms suddenly slapped to the ground.

"Bang!"

Under the fierce palm print, the earth shook, and then cracked, and the lines of fire covered the ground of the entire ring like the blood of the earth, and a thick coercion shrouded it, and it was everywhere in the entire ring space.

I flew wildly, flew into the air, clenched my left hand into a fist, and the powerful magic qi instantly filled my left fist, and immediately blasted out, and the fist shadow smashed to the ground.

"Boom!"

The fist exploded, and the dust on the ground was flying, and a large crater was smashed by the fist, but the fire line that covered the ground only trembled for a moment, and it was unharmed.

"What kind of spell is this," I muttered in a low voice, it felt like a control spell, and seeing this spell, I instinctively felt disgust in my heart, as if I had encountered something evil, and I felt uncomfortable.

From the ground of the line of fire, I felt a breath of blood, at this moment, I knew that this wriggling line of fire, must contain the power of the blood of the scorching blood, in the case of this kind of magic qi to use the power of the bloodline, it seems that this fire burn is really confident, if this spell does not work, then the excessive consumption of the fire can only sit and wait for death.

There was no time to make more movements, only to see the flames rising above the scorching body, and the fiery red aura enveloped him, and the beating flames were as red as blood.

"Sleepy!" Yan Zhuo's eyes stared at me, and with a loud shout, countless lines of fire all over the ring rose straight into the sky, shrouding me, and the dense lines of fire surrounded me all over the world.

The flexible thread of fire tried to get close to my body like a needle, but I was held back by me. I reined in my aura and swirled rapidly around me, forming a storm of aura and a powerful barrier.

Any line of fire that comes close is bounced off by the aura barrier, but these lines of fire are very strong, and even if they are bounced away, they are still unharmed and can still return to continue the attack.

And these lines of fire were intertwined with each other, becoming more and more solid, and then turned into a huge cage, the sinuous and changing lines of fire seemed to be solidified, and became a strong steel and iron bone, strong and abnormal, above the cage, the fiery red magic qi flames danced, as if they were wantonly mocking, burning without extinguishing.

I put away the storm of jutsu qi, held the sword in both hands, stepped out with my left foot, and the long sword in my hand slashed out without hesitation, and a sword qi slashed the cage.

"Ding!" the sound of gold and iron sounded, and the place above the cage was chopped, buzzing and trembling, but there was not a trace left, and the solidity of this cage can be seen.

"Hmph, don't waste your efforts, this kind of spell is caged, unless it's a seraphim, otherwise, don't want to open it with brute force" Yan Zhuo's faint voice came out, with a hint of evil smile. It's not loud, but it's just enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"How can this be!" Under the ring, Mo Xue'er lost her voice, her jade hand held the glass dress uneasily, and her pretty face was full of nervousness.

"Don't worry! Mo Yu has encountered many dangerous things than this, this kind of scene can't trap him, don't be too nervous" Lishang shook Mo Xue'er's hand and smiled comfortingly, but between her eyebrows, a faint look of worry flashed.

On the side of the Flame Angel Clan, it was wanton and laughing, and the arrogance was even more prevalent just now

"This Mo Yu went to the ring, and he beat the Yanzhuo Prince for a while, exhausting all his skills, and then he was caught, this kind of fighting is really stupid!"

"Yes, so reckless, I think how powerful I am, after all, I still have to reveal my true form"

"It seems that this Yan Zhuo will soon be knocked out of the ring, haha"

On the ring, Yan Zhuo waved his wings and soared into the air, and on the flame spear in his hand, a fluctuation of his magic qi flashed.

Despite this, the powerful Cage Technique consumed most of Yan Zhuo's remaining magic energy, as well as the power of the bloodline of the Flame Angel Clan's royal family, but the flame spear in Yan Zhuo's hand still erupted with powerful coercion.

"Trapped in a cage, there is nowhere to dodge, see how you take this shot! Mole ant, go to death!" Yan Zhuo's face was hideous and terrifying, and with a loud roar, above the flame gun, the fiery red magic qi raged wildly, burning the entire space extremely hot, and above the tip of the gun, thick dangerous fluctuations spread out.

The blazing spear stabbed like lightning, carrying the sound of breaking the wind, without any fancy. Under the ring, there were already many girls screaming, turning their heads and not being able to bear to continue looking, Mo Xue'er and Lishang stepped out in one step, wanting to jump into the ring.

I stood in the cage, with nowhere to dodge, and in the pupils, the size of the flame spear rapidly expanded, and my face did not change at all, and my eyes fixed on the burning face.

And the burning eyes were also staring at me, wanting to see the frightened look he expected from my face, but he didn't find the expression he wanted, and at this moment, there was a palpitation in his heart for no reason, and he immediately gritted his teeth fiercely and muttered: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

The flame gun in his hand is also more urging, as long as this shot is stabbed, no matter how great your ability is, you can't turn up a trace of wind and waves!

The flame spear swept in like lightning, and it was already approaching, and a smile of eagerness for victory appeared on the burning face.

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