The god cracked fire weaving was said to be moved.

She knew she shouldn't trust someone of unknown origin.

But what the other party said really touched him, even if it wasn't for himself, he should think about it for Intix, what if what the other party said was true?

What if you were really deceived?

If you can really let Intix live only without having to erase her memories once a year.

God Cracked Fire Weaving glanced at Kamijo Dangma seriously, put away his weapon, and was about to leave when Steele appeared.

He was tall, with shoulder-length blonde hair dyed red, thick silver rings on his hands and ten fingers, earrings on his ears, and a barcode-like tattoo under his right eye.

How to say it, no one who sees Steele will believe that this two-meter-tall man is actually a fourteen-year-old boy.

What should I say, I'm really in a hurry.

"God split, don't take the words of the enemy lightly." He stopped the Divine Rift who was about to leave, his gaze swept over the upper hand, and said softly, "Even if we are really deceived, can we really change everything?" ”

God Cracked Fire Weaving was stunned.

Steele continued: "You saw it, Intix's illness, if we really didn't do anything, she would really die. ”

The Divine Cracker Fire Weave suddenly fell silent.

Steele crossed the Divine Flame and walked towards Kamijo Dangma, "Boy, I don't want to give out my magic name, as long as you give us Intix, we can leave here immediately." ”

"I refuse." Kamijo said without thinking about it.

Steele couldn't help but sigh and said, "Then there is no way." My magic name is fortis931, which means that I am the strongest reason here, since you know us, you should know the meaning of our magic name, so don't die, boy. ”

As he spoke, Steele flicked the cigarette out of his mouth.

The cigarette flew out horizontally with a spark, and an orange line followed the cigarette closely.

"Kenaz—" Steele whispered a spell as the orange lines exploded. It was as if a fire hose had been filled with gasoline and then ignited, and a straight line of flaming swords appeared.

He smiled and looked at Kamijo Danma as he swung the scorching flame sword sideways towards Kamijo Danma.

"—Urisaz Nauiz Gebo (The Gift of Giant Pain)!"

The moment the Flame Sword touched Uejo Dangma, the Flame Sword lost its form, and everything around it exploded like a volcanic eruption.

Heatwaves, flashes, explosions, black smoke.

But at this moment, with a bang, a vortex appeared, rolling up the surrounding flames and black smoke. It was as if a tornado had suddenly appeared in the center of flames and black smoke.

Kamijo stood there, raised his right hand, and aimed it at Steele.

The magic fire of 3,000 degrees Celsius can easily melt most of the world's substances, but this definitely does not include his right hand.

It's better to say that in front of the right hand of Uejo Dangma, whether it is fire or magic, it is nothing at all, as long as it is touched by the right hand, everything will be eliminated.

That's the power of fantasy killers.

Steele obviously didn't expect this situation, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Kamijo.

No one knew the power of that magic better than he did, and there was absolutely no mistake in that blow.

But the young man in front of him was surging unscathed, which was not magical at all.

What is this, does this young man have a way to resist the heat of 3,000 degrees Celsius with his physical body? No, humans can't do that.

Steele judged that even if he was a saint, it was impossible for him to use his body to resist the 3,000-degree heat.

Could it be that the boy in front of him can also do magic?

But he immediately rejected this hypothesis. Not to mention that there is no such magic in the world, and there can be no magicians in this stupid country that only treats Christmas as a day of dating and lovemaking.

From the young man in front of him, he didn't feel the magic at all.

As long as you are a magician, you should be able to see it at a glance. But the teenager in front of him doesn't have the taste of belonging to the same world as himself.

In that case, how did he do it?

Steele's brain was racing at high speed, trying to analyze how Kamijo was using to counteract his magic.

But Kamijo didn't care about Steele's doubts at all, and strode away, his hot right hand as hard as a rock, and quickly rushed up to Steele.

He's going to be here, punching the other party hard.

After Steyer noticed Shangjo Dangma's action, he couldn't help but snort, and then swung his right hand horizontally, and the regenerated Yan Sword hit Shangjo Dangma's body hard like the previous time.

But it's useless, fantasy killers are so awesome.

Steele's movements were nothing more than a repetition of the scene.

The explosion broke out again, scattering flames and black smoke. However, after the flames and black smoke were blown away, Kamijo Danma was still intact, and taking advantage of this opportunity, he had already rushed in front of Steele.

"Grit your teeth for me, you bastard."

Uejo Dangma let out a roar, and the friendship broke out like a cannonball.

However, at this very moment......

Syllable!

Kamijo Dangma's punch struck a slender palm, not Steele's palm, of course, but the palm of the god cracking fire weaving.

She knew that something was wrong when she saw Steele being approached by Uejo as a hemp just now, so she came to Steele's side in an instant, and used her palm to catch Uejo's fist.

This time, the Divine Crack Fire Weave did not use any transcendent power, but relied on his body to catch the punch.

After all, she is a saint, and her body is extremely strong.

And Kamijo Dangma is just an ordinary high school student, and the fantasy killer can erase the abnormal power, but it can't make him infinitely powerful, and the fist he swung out was caught by the god crack fire weaving, which is too normal.

When Kamijo Danma saw this scene, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, after all, he didn't have the confidence to fight a saint in close combat.

However, the Divine Cracker had already expected this, and the five fingers tightly clenched the fist of the upper strip and pulled him over with a hard tug.

At the same time, the Divine Cracked Fire Weave raised his right foot and kicked it out, knocking it out with a bang.

Shangjo Dangma's whole person hit a trash can like a cannonball, directly smashing the trash can flat, making a muffled bang, which sounded very painful.

Intix hurriedly ran over, "Are you okay, Shangjo Dangma." ”