Wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Unexpected sacrifices, strange apologies, inexplicable promises.

and the strange girl in front of you.

The girl was still confronting the air, already scolding, and she was in an angry posture.

Ning An naturally didn't appreciate her going crazy, and after seeing that Sirika had no malicious intent, she turned around and was stunned.

The bamboo forest that originally meandered for hundreds of meters was razed to the ground, and only a thin green bamboo was left bare, standing alone, which was very pitiful. And the sturdy iron net, along with the hordes of zombies, also disappeared, without the slightest trace of existence.

Syllable.

A bamboo leaf falls to the ground, crisp and audible.

Like a command to open the curtain, zombies wandered in the distance.

Laugh at!

The bamboo leaves melt with clear light, exuding a rich fragrance, and the mountain wind hits and drifts away.

Ning An held his head high.

Where the wind goes, a little fire flashes.

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"Girl, beware!"

The huge fireball came with a rolling heat wave, and Ning An had already taken precautions, and lightly jumped away a few positions to avoid this menacing blow.

The fireball fluttered into the air and hit the ground with a bang, splashing up sparks in the sky, Ning An squinted his eyes and caught a majestic figure in the thick smoke.

The monster barely maintained its human form, hairless and hairless, wrapped in dazzling flames, its facial features were different from ordinary people, the corners of its mouth were almost grinning to the back of its head, its fangs were protruding, and a huge eye in the middle of its face stared at Ning An.

Fire!

Ning An slapped out the flames on his shoulder, and reached out to his waist with his right hand.

Touched the void.

"My knife!"

Ning An was stunned for a moment, jumped back a few steps, and then ripped off the scabbard to check.

The scabbard hung upside down in the air, and fine iron powder was flowing with it.

Celica ran away at the first time, looking at Ning An's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't stand up with a smile.

Cangzhu Secret Technique-Immortal Rhyme, is it so easy to bear? When she was baptized when she was a child, she was told to take off the ritual utensils and bathe in them only in ordinary clothes.

The immortal rhyme can remove all impurities in the body and activate the vitality of cells, but it can not distinguish between people and things, as long as there is spirituality, it will be washed, and if the magic weapon is not high enough, it will be like that long knife, and it will end up shattered.

Ning An was flustered, and hurriedly ripped open the collar, grabbed the hanging pocket watch, and felt the coolness in his hand, so he was relieved.

"Roaring ——!"

The roar of the fire was dry and hoarse, and seeing that the blow was not meritorious, he rushed towards Ning An.

The speed was so fast that Ning An was taken aback.

The giant hand of the pu fan is stuck in the air, and it is pressed hard!

Ning An dodged almost at the same time, but the speed difference was too large, and the giant palm landed firmly on his back.

With a roar, Ning An screamed in pain and flew out.

"Ahem......"

Blood gushed up his throat, Ning An didn't dare to be careless, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up.

There was a burst of scorching in his back, but there was no stinging heat in his body, and there was no fire poison in his body.

I think it has something to do with the sacrifice just now.

Huosha obviously didn't want to give Ning An a chance to adjust, and took a step, relying on his tall and long arms, clenching his hands into fists, and slamming them down.

Ning An's alarm bell was loud, how could he still take care of a little posture, and subconsciously rolled on the spot.

Avoiding his fists, he was shocked by the firelight, which quickly magnified in Ning An's eyes.

Ning An only had time to avoid the vital point, but he could move his left chest, and his shoulder was in trouble, and he was swallowed up by the fireball, and the flames could not be extinguished no matter how they were beaten.

Ning An was stumbling left and right, and when he dodged in embarrassment, he added a few new injuries.

The young man's heart was miserable.

This fire demon must have reached the second order, and the gap in physical fitness is too great, it is just a big open and closed fist, with the fire method, he can only avoid its edge.

What's more, without a knife, there is nowhere to show his exquisite knife skills.

Look for a knife!

But where can you find this bare?

For a while, the sound of fist wind and fire roaring was endless.

There were sparks that splashed and fell on the sand, and they did not go out for a long time.

Ning An's left arm was jet black, his right leg was exposed by the burned muscles, and his body was blue and purple, which could be described as incomplete.

Sirika watched with relish, and the fire of jealousy burned in her heart.

You can't beat this kind of waste spirit, why take that monstrous treasure?

Killing high-level spirits is tantamount to making the orb dusty, and it's a tyrannical thing!

Celica jumped to her feet, patted the dust off her buttocks, and walked slowly towards the battlefield.

Hate is hateful, but it can't let him die.

Click.

Click.

Celica froze in place, her eyes full of disbelief.

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Ning An is not blindly dodging.

The fire shatter used all his strength every time he attacked, although the bones were about to be shattered when he was hit, but it also caused the fire shatter's center of gravity to be unstable under all his strength, and the stiffness was only for a short moment, but Ning An grasped it several times.

Boom!

The fire fists poured down, and the two-meter-tall little giant half-bent over with the heavy punch.

Ning An avoided the danger, the vitality under his feet, drove his waist and abdomen, raised his right fist, and quickly came out against the giant eye!

"Roar!!"

The fire shattered his giant eyes and took a few steps back.

After just a few breaths, it was adjusted, the fire was extremely angry, the flames were three points stronger, and the fist wind was even more frenzied.

Ning An's eyes were bloodshot, and Mu Ran clenched his fists.

"Have a ...... sword"

A touch of fierceness appeared on his face, his eyes were red, and he stared at the flying red flames.

Stick out your right hand and avoid it.

The sound of burning flesh spread.

The right arm was jet black, gradually revealing the white bones of the forest, but it was suddenly attached to the golden runes circulating, repairing and destroying, even if Ning An could resist the pain, he was screaming at this moment.

Click.

Click.

Ning An trembled, piece by piece, and personally peeled off the skin and flesh that had been roasted into black charcoal.

White bones, glowing with cold light.

The golden light flows, and the holiness is warm.

The young man was already in tatters, and if he was an ordinary person, even if he didn't bleed to death, at least he would have to fall to the ground and not be able to get up again.

Where can he be like him, standing firm and murderous?

The fire shattered as if he could not stand the provocation, and roared and raised his fist.

Ning An's sharp edge was exposed, and his bare arm was like a knife stabbing out, directly taking the fire and one-eye.

Ning An knew that now that the mad bones had been stimulated to the extreme, he was only a first-order middle physical fitness, and if he wanted to overcome the strong with weakness, he couldn't spare his life.

Life for life, he is the most familiar!

The fire was frightened, and he closed his fists into palms to stop this life-threatening blow.

It's only a matter of time before he takes down this kid, so why bother to lose eight hundred?

After a few struggles, it has already seen that Ning An is a little strange, not to mention that the more he fights, the stronger he becomes, especially the hardness of the bones, he hasn't broken a single one yet!

The bone knife was tough, but not sharp, and the right palm of the fire shattered steadily, and his left fist smashed into Ning An's shoulder, wanting to destroy one of his arms.

How could he have expected that the cunning of the young man, the stabbing of the white bones was weak and weak, it was a false move, and his body had already floated back gently by the fist wind he sent.

Chasing after victory is a truth that children understand.

The fire demon had the upper hand, steadied his horse's steps, his eyes were flowing with flames, and he aimed at Ning An in mid-air.

Ning Anling was in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow, and a trace of despair gradually appeared in his eyes.

The gap is still too big.

Life hangs by a thread, life and death.

Countless small cranes made of bamboo leaves flutter their wings to hunt, attacking the fire that is brewing a fatal blow.

For a while, the sound of gold and stone biting resounded in the field.

"Hey, who's that!"

Celika pointed behind Ning An and shouted in a deep voice, "It's going to run!" ”

Ning An fell hard, didn't have time to think about it, and looked in the direction pointed by the girl, the fire was locked by thousands of bamboo leaves, and he was rampage in the direction of the ancient city, and the meaning of retreat was obvious.

The fire is scared.

The girl was originally standing in the distance, her breath was restrained, and she did not have the slightest superiority.

Which Cheng wants to be a blockbuster, the art of controlling bamboo illusion is superb, at this time there are more and more small cranes, they can't be burned, they can't be dispersed, they are attached to the body, and they are like a thousand pounds.

Ning An nodded in thanks, got up with difficulty, lifted the white bone of his right arm, and limped towards the fire.

The bamboo leaf crane scattered in a hurry and circled the two of them.

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The sun is thin, and the red glow is beautiful.

Ning An was once again blown away by the fire and collapsed on the ground, without any strength in his body.

I just feel that every breath has become very tiring.

This reminded him of when he was a child, Fuzhong couldn't bear the loneliness, secretly ran out to play, and met a dirty little beggar in the dead end who was beaten by a bunch of people.

That time, he seemed to see his late grandfather.

Ning An lay on the ground, thinking wildly, and memories of the past came to his mind like a marquee.

The uncle and brother took the puppet crystal one by one, went to the battlefield, and turned into a wooden card in the mourning hall, and from then on, heaven and man were separated.

The people outside the house admired the Ning family, and when General Ning was mentioned, even the poor people who were hungry every day had to puff up their chests proudly.

In the school, in the streets and alleys, there are ballads about laughing at his own showmanship, saying that he can't endure hardship, and the eldest young master has a temper.

So what is this?

Ning An used all his strength, lifted the white bones wrapped in fascia, and cried silently.

The boy was actually dying of pain.

It's just that the fire hasn't been killed yet, and he can't care about crying.

The white bones are indeed very hard, but his strength is getting smaller and smaller, even if the fire is standing in front of him undefendedly, he can't pierce the monster's weakest eyeball.

The gap between ordinary people and second-order monsters is an insurmountable chasm, and being able to seriously injure the fire is already a terrifying record.

Ning An was extremely tired, his eyelids were filled with lead, lying on the ground, looking at the sky tiredly.

Close your eyes slowly.

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Compared to Ning'an, the fire is actually not much better.

I saw that it had bamboo leaves stuck in the joints of its hands and feet, its chin had been cut off in half, its eyes were full of pitholes and dents, and it was restrained to the ground, looking half-dead.

Silika reached out and gathered a dagger of bamboo leaves, stabbing the giant eye fiercely.

The gap is not big or small, and blood is flowing from the water.

When Huosha was the weakest, the little cranes all over his body melted and twisted, twisted into strands of bamboo ropes, tied the monster, and brought him to the sleeping Ning An.

Cerica propped up her bones and pressed the head of the fiery fire.

Aim at the gap and press down hard!

Laugh at!

The red sky was as bright as day for a while, and the red light dispersed into thousands of wisps, and finally turned into tongues of fire and submerged into Ning An's chest.

"Cheap you kid."

The sound of grumbling drifted away in the wind.

Celica lit a fire and stayed beside Ning An, looking at the young man's undried tears, and at the yellow and clear moon in the sky, and simply lay on the ground.

Somehow, a sentence came to my heart inexplicably.

"Dew from tonight white,"

"The moon is the hometown of Ming."