The box with a length of more than two meters just holds a fiery red spear of about two meters, Luan Ping is slender, holding this spear in his hand, and there is an inexplicable feeling of fit.

No, no, you can't compliment your opponent so much, and you can't boost the enemy's morale and destroy your own prestige!

When the fire attribute spear appeared, all kinds of thoughts appeared in Yi Zhangyi's mind, and it was impossible to figure it out one by one now, to solve Luan Ping and rescue the trapped patriarch!

But right now, Luan Ping has a spear in his hand, and he doesn't have any weapons to support him......

That's right, Demon Knife!

Yi Zhangyi thought of the demon knife when he boarded, but the demon knife was on Lin Ziye's body at this time, if he went directly to Lin Ziye to ask for it, he would be too reluctant to go, so he simply ......

By the way, Yi Zhangyi slapped his thigh, in addition to the demon knife, don't you have a weapon?!

A weapon of the same grade as a fire-type weapon - the Golden Rod.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhangyi took out the golden rod from the ring in an instant.

The golden rod was even more dazzling gold in the sunset daylight, Yi Zhangyi held the side of the golden rod and said to Luan Ping: "Do you think you have a weapon?"

Luan Ping saw that Yi Zhangyi also had the same weapon as himself, and suddenly messed up the beat, and said, "Where did you get your stick?"

"Where did you get it?" hehe, it wasn't stolen anyway, so what about yours?" Yi Zhangyi smiled evilly and said to him, "Yours, spear, where did you come from?"

"Mine, you don't have to worry about it!"

Luan Ping's face changed slightly, and he said to Yi Zhangyi: "What are you talking about so much, let's just start fighting!"

After speaking, before Yi Zhangyi could respond, Luan Ping stepped forward with a gun.

The fiery red spear danced in Luan Ping, and even more flames appeared, which had the momentum of a spark burning the plain.

Yi Zhangyi is not inferior, holding the golden rod in his hand, and the tiger and tiger that rotates in his hand have the energy to blow out Luan Ping's rapid fire.

When, when, when......

After dozens of confrontations in a row, the two did not distinguish the winner or loser, but on the surface, it was Luan Ping who had the upper hand.

Because, Yi Zhangyi has never used a weapon in battle, this is the first time, and because of his current lack of energy, every time he resists Luan Ping's attack, he feels a little out of strength.

The fiery red spears danced and fell, and Yi Zhangyi only had the share to parry, so he used a short stick and had a chance to close to Luan.

Ay......

Yi Zhangyi sighed secretly: How did I forget the truth of attribute restraint.

You must know that gold overcomes wood, wood overcomes earth, soil overcomes water, water overcomes fire, and fire is gram gold.

The golden rod, as if it were metallic, was now restrained by fire.

"It would be nice if you could get a little longer......" Yi Zhangyi sighed at the golden rod.

However, almost instantly, the golden rod doubled in length, which surprised Yi Zhangyi.

No, how could this golden rod get longer?

You know, when he got this golden rod, Yi Zhangyi also tried, and the golden rod didn't get longer, because if it got longer, the drama of this story would be too powerful.

But at this time, the golden rod did become longer, and it became as long as he imagined.

The golden rod, which used to be about one meter long, has now become more than two meters, and in terms of length alone, it can be compared to this spear.

Yi Zhangyi put aside the place he couldn't figure out for the time being, since it can be made longer, then, use it now to fight Luan Ping!

Yi Zhangyi held a two-meter-long stick, gradually reversing the dominance of the battle.

Luan Ping was also stunned, he didn't expect that Yi Zhangyi's stick could suddenly become longer, and before he could rub his eyes to prove the facts, Yi Zhangyi's stick attacked, and Luan Ping had no choice but to continue to dance the spear and fight the golden stick.

The blazing heat wave hit Yi Zhangyi's golden rod, the temperature became higher and higher, and as time passed, the golden rod became hotter and hotter, and Yi Zhangyi couldn't hold it anymore.

And Luan Ping's purpose is this, since there is no distinction in martial arts, find a way to get rid of the weapon in his hand, he can win, and if he is good, he can also kill this thorn in the eye.

Yi Zhangyi didn't understand, why he couldn't even stand the temperature from the golden rod, obviously the heat generated by his current blood domineering mode could even destroy his clothes in an instant, and he could adapt to it, although the heat from the golden rod was less than 100 degrees, but he felt hot to death.

In fact, the heat generated by Yi Zhangyi's own body becomes the 'source heat', no matter how much heat it is, his body can bear it, because this heat is generated by the body.

The heat coming from the golden rod is 'other heat', and the other heat is not generated by your own body, so it is also appropriate that your body cannot stand it.

Yi Zhangyi sighed in his heart, if there was the weapon 'Shui Waves' held by Ah Qu at this time, it would be good, as soon as Shui Waves shot, this spear would definitely be extinguished!

The battle is in a stalemate, relying on the blood hegemony mode, Yi Zhangyi's body is infinite, and his energy is becoming more and more infinite, but his spiritual power is extremely atrophied and crumbling.

No, if you go on like this, you have to fall asleep!

At the moment, Yi Zhangyi raised his strength to the maximum, and the Blue Scar was also suddenly promoted to the upgraded version of the third stage, and the speed was more than four times faster than that of the second stage.

Under such a high-speed movement, finally, Luan Ping, who had the upper hand, was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow after two rounds without resistance.

Yi Zhangyi saw that Luan Ping's blood was bleeding and that he had lost the ability to fight, so he hurriedly lifted the blood hegemony mode.

Yi Zhangyi, who had lifted the blood hegemony mode, was like a deflated ball, slumped on the ground, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he fell asleep.

"Why are you asleep!" Lin Ziye stepped forward and shook Yi Zhangyi vigorously.

However, Yi Zhangyi was like a dead pig, no matter how he shook it, he couldn't wake up.

Just when Lin Ziye was puzzled, Luan Ping, who fell to the ground and was bleeding, slowly stood up with a smile.

Because of the action of 'standing up', Luan Ping did it extremely slowly, so Lin Ziye expected that after Yi Zhangyi's blow just now, Luan Ping was seriously injured.

After Luan Ping stood up, he said to Lin Ziye, "Do you think I can't fight?"

Lin Ziye nodded and said, "Do you still want to defeat me, who is his master?"

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Luan Ping smiled treacherously, took out a ball from the pocket of his clothes, thought about it, and resolutely put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, Luan Ping's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a moment, Luan Ping recovered as before, looked at Lin Ziye with a smile and said, "How is it?

Lin Ziye was terrified, and before Luan Ping was ready to hurt her, he was ready to summon the giant python out again, carry it for himself for a while, and wait for Yi Zhangyi to wake up.

However, Luan Ping seemed to see through her thoughts, and when she was still stunned by Luan Ping's miraculous revival just now, Luan Ping stabbed Lin Ziye with a fire attribute spear.

Luan Ping heard the patriarch of Mangshan say that Lin Ziye's strength, since he is the master of Yi Zhangyi, he should be even more powerful than Yi Zhangyi, since he is such a powerful character, how can he go head-to-head?

As a despicable and shameless person, a sneak attack is not out of style at any time, especially when the other party is defenseless.

Luan Ping's face was full of smiles, but Lin Ziye's face was extremely opposite.

It seems that a qiē is in the grasp, but ......

There is a definite number in the dark, and a seemingly accompli fact, when the final result is not yet achieved, the variables are always so unexpected.

Just when Lin Ziye thought that his life was coming to an end, suddenly, he only heard the sound of 'dang', and the smile on Luan Ping's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The demon knife came out of the air, blocking Lin Ziye's face, and even more blocking the stab of the spear.

"You...... What is it?" Luan Ping retracted his spear, protected it in front of him, and said to the demon knife.

The demon sword and demonic aura lingered around his body, full of anger, and responded: "It's better to respect the old man, otherwise, you won't even know how to die!"

Lin Ziye's forehead oozed sweat, and his heart jumped suddenly, the experience just now was really terrifying!

I was so nervous that I actually forgot that there was the last guarantee of the demon knife.

"Knife, knife is actually talking!" Luan Ping was shocked and said, "You, you are a monster!"

However, Lin Ziye didn't dare to compliment Luan Ping's words, he was originally a demon, and the demon knife was ...... It's a demon knife!

However, most of the people in this dry bone mountain have never seen the world, and they don't blame him.

I wonder if because of this, Luan Ping's combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced?

Because of the appearance of the demon knife, there must be a vicious fight between the two, so Lin Ziye had this thought.

The demon knife said: "If you want to provoke my fighting spirit, you can say what you just said again!"

"Youkai, youkai!" Luan Ping said to the demon knife almost frantically.

The heart of the demon knife was horizontal, and then, he did something that he often did.

Thorn ......

Without warning, the demon knife appeared beside Luan Ping, and, after 0.001 seconds, there was an extra arm on the ground, and after 0.01 seconds, the demon knife returned to its original position, but Luan Ping was holding his arm and screaming in pain.

"Let you taste the pain of a broken arm...... Demon Dao glanced at Luan Ping indifferently, and then said to him: "I did the same thing to that kid, but that kid is not as weak as you, and after the broken arm, he didn't even let out a terrible scream!"

Luan Ping screamed for a long time, his eyes gradually became hollow, he picked up the spear on the ground, endured the pain, and quickly ran away.

"Aren't you chasing?"

Lin Ziye asked the demon knife.

"Poor Kou Mo chase, besides, ......" The demon knife paused, and then said: "Affected by that kid's contract blood curse, my current spiritual power is also greatly reduced, let's wait for that kid to wake up, and then go to find him!"

Lin Ziye nodded.