On the battlefield, the tide of battle changes again.

The fox girl who confronted the man in black suddenly let out a sharp long howl, the whistle pierced the sky, and the whistle was full of unwillingness and despair.

Then the huge fiery red fox with a height of three meters bled from seven orifices, and the blood splashed five steps, and the fox girl's eyes quickly lost color, and the hair on her body instantly became dull.

The ripple-like fluctuations of spiritual power suddenly collapsed, instantly disintegrating into invisibility.

In the end, the huge fox body was like a mountain being toppled, and it smashed directly to the ground with an 'ordinary' sound, stirring up a burst of dust.

A generation of intermediate-level holy beasts of the spiritual department, the nine-tailed phantom fox fox Mei Niang fell on the spot, and her soul was shattered by life and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"How is this possible?" Gu Yannian, who was staying in the tree, exclaimed: "Even if this Desert Phantom Butterfly is in the late stage of the Spirit Beast Realm, it is impossible to kill a Spirit-based Beast in the middle stage of the Saint Beast just by relying on its humanoid state? ”

"I think so too," Crane said playfully as he looked at the invisible man in black, "Judging from his powerful spiritual power that can easily kill a spiritual holy beast, now I even suspect that he has already discovered you early, but people don't care about you as a clown." ”

"Hehe, little turtle, you should thank me even more now, if I hadn't stopped you, once you made a move, you would have faced a violent spiritual attack" The black old man smiled obscenely, and then looked at the man in black: "It's a little interesting, I didn't expect my old man to have a time to look away"

At the same time, the crane let out a loud and high-pitched crane roar into the sky, and the fire elemental power that had just fallen silent once again went berserk, and the dense elemental power was like a tide, surging vertically and horizontally, shocking people's hearts.

A pillar of flame several feet in diameter roared towards Mu Lihua, like the wrath of the god of fire, and the rolling flames made the space seem to be distorted, and there was a faint shadow.

In Ghost Yannian's view, Mu Lihua is already a dead man.

The magic exerted by the holy beast with all its might, it is impossible for a martial saint to resist at all, even if this magic is attacking Long Zhantian in the late stage of the martial saint, the dragon is also nine deaths, let alone Mu Lihua, an early martial saint.

Among the people on the scene, the one who can escape unharmed in this magic is just the old black man around him, of course, if he is lucky, he is also thirty percent sure that he can escape.

This is not to say that the strength of Ghost Yannian surpasses that of Long Zhantian, but the demonic beast with the Xuanwu bloodline has a natural advantage in defense, and the psychic Xuangui, like Xuanwu, is a holy beast of the water system, and has a natural resistance to the magic of the fire system.

To be honest, the level and power of this fire-type magic cast by Crane Chongtian are half a level higher than the Flame Burning Plains that Ao Xue just cast, and more importantly, he is a single fire-type magic, and his power is much more terrifying than Ao Xue's range attack.

Ao Xue's flames burned the plain, and after the power was evenly distributed to thousands of people, even an innate powerhouse could resist through battle qi, but the single attack of the crane soaring into the sky could undoubtedly inevitably bury a mid-stage martial saint.

It's just that to everyone's surprise, the flame magic that was enough to bury a mid-stage martial saint rushed towards Mu Lihua with a roar, and it was like a New Year's firework that just showed off a burst of brilliance in the night sky, and then vanished like a gust of wind.

"Fuck ......" Crane Chongtian scolded sharply: "How is it possible to fuck this?How is it possible to be immune to the physique of the Holy Rank magic?**Mu Lihua, you give me an honest explanation,**Is it the illegitimate ......son of the God of Fire?"

Crane Chongtian was so confused that he even brought out the legendary god of fire.

However, his mood is understandable to everyone.

Just like on Earth, if someone can catch a bullet, the crowd may be surprised, it may be incredible, but it will not be too crazy, but if someone can catch the shell, then madness is inevitable.

Especially Tsuru Chongtian is now the gunner who 'fires the cannon'.

It's not just the crane that feels crazy, the ghost hiding in the tree is even almost planted from the tree.

Ghost Yannian turned his head and looked at Hei Lao incredulously, and asked cautiously, "Hei Lao, is this Mu Lihua really the illegitimate son of the Fire God?" Otherwise, how can he be immune to the Holy Beast level fire magic, this is the magic of the Holy Rank!"

"" Hei Lao shook his head disdainfully, and there was fire in his small eyes: "Even the illegitimate son of the Fire God may not be immune to the fire magic of the Holy Order, this Mu Lihua is likely to have some kind of props that are immune to fire magic, you kid will use your brain more in the future, don't look like a **turtle brain, pull everything on the head of the god, and spread it to my old man to be ashamed!" The black old man reprimanded with hatred, and the ghost Yannian quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Although this well-known character is good-tempered, once he gets angry, he will definitely be bloody.

It's just that there are magic items in this world that can be immune to the fire magic of the Holy Rank?

He had time to be surprised and sigh here, but he didn't have time to be surprised.

After burying the mid-level holy beast Nine-Tailed Phantom Fox, the man in black had already raised his star-like eyes.

"Kill" a spring thunder, the man in black actually rose to the sky, flew directly into the void, stood in front of Mu Lihua and looked coldly at the crane in front of him, I don't know when he started, there was already a three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand.

"Hand-to-hand combat?" Ghost Yannian exclaimed again.

The accident he saw today was too much, first the Dragon Lady Ao Xue unexpectedly used the Holy Rank Magic to bury three thousand guards, and then a spiritual holy beast was born, burying the nine-tailed phantom fox who was also a spiritual holy beast, and then he was discovered by the Black Elder on the Nine Heavens Sycamore, and then there was a Mu Lihua who was immune to the Holy Rank Fire magic, any of these were unexpected, and the ghost Yannian felt that today was the black old man who did not interfere, and today the Desperate Forest and the Ximen family could not please go.

However, when the man in black rose into the sky, Ghost Yannian was inevitably shocked.

"I'm @#¥%" Oni Yannian resisted the urge to swear.

Who has ever seen a spiritual Desert Phantom Butterfly playing hand-to-hand combat with others? The reason why this kind of magical beast is terrifying is because the spiritual attack is silent and pervasive.

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, this kind of spiritual demonic beast can't even compare to a human strong man, and now he still wants to play hand-to-hand combat with an intermediate holy beast?

I really thought that a divine blade was everything, and the reason why Mu Lihua was able to fight with Crane Chongtian with a sword was because he was a martial saint, and if you changed to a grandmaster-level master, even if he was given ten swords, he would be killed, this guy would inevitably be a tragedy, and Ghost Yannian couldn't help but think.

Ghost Yannian is right, it is true that someone is going to be tragic, but it is a pity that this person is not a man in black who rises to the sky, but an intermediate holy beast crane soaring to the sky.

In the incredible eyes of the crane rushing to the sky, the sword in the hand of the man in black actually rose more than ten zhang in the face of the storm, and turned from a three-foot green peak into a sword mountain.

Yes, it's Sword Mountain, it's not sword qi and sword mang, the three-foot Qingfeng Sword has directly skyrocketed hundreds of times.

The roaring sword mountain was mixed with overwhelming momentum, and it directly 'smashed' towards the crane rushing into the sky.

Crane Chongtian was smashed by the sword mountain in his infinite despair eyes, and the blood rushed wildly, and the blood spilled into the sky.