In Tong Dan's opinion, this red flame is commonplace, and compared with the daily flame, the color has only changed slightly.

"Could it be that the captive Ah Sheng is cheating on me?"

Ling Muyun's hair stood on end.

His feelings are more intuitive.

The Fire Essence is not like a bath of thunder, it falls from the sky, and no one is spared within its range, and it will be attacked.

It is directive.

That threat of death made Ling Muyun almost desperate, and he didn't even have the courage to raise the ink blade to defend himself.

"Parents? Hehe, he abandoned me since he was a child. ”

"Lame nine? Same as that couple! ”

"Poppy! Tricked me many times! ”

"Hehe, Jia Nianxi, the Four Evils of the Ancients...... The Four Evils of Antiquity? ”

Ling Muyun's eyes returned to clarity in an instant: "Resentment? Spirit of Resentment! ”

"I've been discovered!" Prisoner Asheng showed a hint of embarrassment, and the temperature of the flame suddenly increased, changing from red to blue: "What a good puppet." ”

After speaking, his eyes turned to Tong Dan, and he felt a chill.

"Prisoner Ah Sheng, did you make up your mind to hit the old lady?"

"You're not attacking, aren't you?" Captive Asheng asked in astonishment.

"You know what?" Tong Dan jumped onto the branch and drooped his legs: "Try not to burn it, I'm still useful, count me as owing your master a favor." ”

"What are you? Dare to compare with my master? ”

The captive Ah Sheng was a little annoyed.

The captive surname was originally the surname of the country of Huaxu, because of the violation of the national law was assigned, and then captured by the enemy country, in order to avenge the hatred, the captive ancestor changed the surname, in order to remember the previous shame.

After the captivity of Ah Sheng, he was expelled from the house by his father and let him travel on his own.

The so-called life and death are rich and noble in the sky, which is the unchanging creed left by the ancestors of the captive family.

The captive Ah Sheng ran along the grassland for a day and night, and finally lay down in the snow pit exhausted, allowing the lone wolf to tear the corners of his clothes.

The real person of the gimbal appeared.

In order to repay Yuntai Zhenren for saving his life and raising him, the captive Ah Sheng decided not to return to the family and serve his teacher for the rest of his life.

Therefore, it can be said that he empathizes with the words that insulted the real person of Yuntai.

"What am I, your master is nothing! Think about this sentence carefully. ”

The moment Tong Dan dodged, the big tree fell down.

Crumbled into charred charcoal.

"Next time, it's not so lucky!"

After capturing Ah Sheng, his eyes locked on Ling Muyun again, and said, "Didn't escape? ”

Ling Muyun snorted coldly, and the ink blade pointed at Captive Ah Sheng.

It's not that he doesn't escape, he can't escape when the two great grandmasters are fully open.

"That's the end of it!"

Captive Asheng fingered: "Spirit of Fire: Fire Dance".

Like the move of attacking Tong Dan, this time, Ling Muyun heard the name.

Flame in line.

Ling Muyun swung his ink blade with difficulty and slashed at the beam of fire.

The flames split in two, and before Ling Muyun could be surprised, they passed through his shoulders.

A burning smell wafted in the wind.

"Ahh

Huge beads of sweat appeared on Ling Muyun's forehead.

If it's an ordinary beam of fire, if it's sharp, it's just an injury.

The flame that can capture Ah Sheng, remaining in the body, continues to burn.

It's not a mess, Ling Muyun clearly perceives it, it's burning.

"Got it?"

Captive Ah Sheng smiled and said, "With the cultivation of the Six Realms, dying under the fire dance is not wronged. ”

"Palm Thunder!"

Ling Muyun suppressed the flames in his body with True Qi, and then shot out more than a dozen palms of thunder, and then, his handprints sounded: "Thunder Technique: Bathing Thunder!" ”

In the sky, thunder roared.

On Ling Muyun's forehead, beads of sweat were like rain.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to his knees.

Trembling, he struggled to support his body with the ink blade, but he couldn't stand up.

"It's tenacious!"

Insist on counting breaths under the fire dance, and can also launch the thunder method before dying, so that the captive Ah Sheng is truly impressed.

"If this son doesn't die, there will be endless troubles!"

Tong Shan felt it, and then said: "No wonder several shadow bodies are folded in his hands." ”

Ling Muyun didn't hear the conversation between the two clearly.

He is in control of Zhenqi, making a final battle with the tarsal fire in his body.

The five internal organs and the dantian.

Gave up bones and flesh.

He didn't know how long he could hold on, and the speed at which Zhenqi was being eaten away was getting faster and faster.

Ling Muyun smiled.

Because it was too painful, it was more painful than being tortured.

His smile, on the contrary, has a hint of infiltration.

"Master......" Ling Muyun hasn't called himself a master for a long time.

In Dingbei City, I have to say it dozens of times a day, and I don't get tired of it.

"Poof!"

The moment Zhenqi's last line of defense was broken by the flames, Ling Muyun threw himself on the ground.

"It's a pity!"

Captive Ah Sheng sighed and regretted.

"In time, it may be you standing here!"

Tong Dan's words were not good, but the captive Ah Sheng nodded in agreement.

There was a sudden coolness from the ink blade.

Along Ling Muyun's wrist, a white stream of unknown true qi filled Ling Muyun's body in just an instant.

Everywhere they went, the flames drowned out.

Suddenly, Ling Muyun stood up.

Abruptly stood up.

"What?"

Captive Ah Sheng was taken aback and looked at him with wide eyes.

His eyes were all red, and his cheeks were covered with black lines.

"I've been with you for fourteen years, but you treat me like a burning stick!"

When "Ling Muyun" was talking to himself, he also smashed his head a few times with the scabbard.

It wasn't until a blue-purple black bag appeared that he was relieved.

"Boy, take a good look at the point, the seven styles of falling gods, the first style: with gods!"

"Sting"

The ink blade was covered in lightning and glowed with a black-purple glow.

"Who are you?" Captive Asheng asked subconsciously.

Ling Muyun's current aura was completely different from just now, as if he had changed his life.

"Get out!"

The words fell, and before the captive Ah Sheng could use the spell, a burst of numbness came.

When he reacted, he found that the ink blade had already been inserted into his dantian, and Ling Muyun was standing beside him in a grand manner.

"It's ......"

This was the last thought of Captive Asheng.

For a moment, or for a long time.

Arms, legs, neck, head, dantian.

He didn't even feel the pain, and fell to the ground in pieces.

"!"

Tong Shan scolded secretly, but there was a flattering smile on his face: "The little mirror spirit, I have seen the white adult, I passed by inadvertently......"

"Die!"

Ling Muyun pointed the ink blade at Tong Dan.

"A wisp of remnant soul is still so arrogant! I really thought Lao Tzu was scared! ”

Tong Dan's arms were shocked, and the silver light was flourishing.

"Hmph."

With just one sound, Tong Dan's silver light suddenly retreated into his body, and no matter how he drove it, it could never be emitted.

"My lord! My lord! ”

Tong Shan couldn't help but be anxious, cold sweat was like rain, wetting his clothes: "Blood! ”

"Huh!"

The knife falls.

Tong Dan's body was split into two with the sound of glass breaking.

Ling Muyun looked at the two pieces of minced meat on the ground with disdain, spat it, and then shouted at the dark clouds in the sky: "Get out!" ”

The dark clouds were originally caused by thunder, but because Ling Muyun fell, he was depressed.

Now, just because of Ling Muyun's word "roll", it has disappeared.

Even after the clouds, the panicked figure.