In terms of numbers, the two sides seem to be tied. Compared with all the strength of the Two Wailing Mountains, it seems that it is only half of it now. Apparently I don't know if the remaining half of the centaurs have already gone out.

This question is not the turn of the disciples of Dongxuan Mansion to think about, after all, the great enemy is in front of him, and what he has to do now is to fight to kill the enemy.

Dozens of Spirit Formation Periods fought, and powerful mana fluctuations rolled out like a tsunami. Those congenital mountain thieves all ran away, not daring to stay nearby, for fear of being affected by them and losing their lives.

Han Cao Kou drove the Xianyang Sword and rushed over, holding the Fire Spirit Fan in his hand, and with a few swings, three fireballs as big as Xu Xu rolled out of the wheels and rolled away.

Among the mountain thieves, there was a mid-stage cultivator of the spirit building method, who also had a fire attribute exercise, and controlled a fiery red gourd in his hand, and spewed out a stream of fiery red flames from it to form a rough firebird the size of a zhang.

The firebird flapped its wings and shot out hundreds of fist flames, all of which rolled towards the three huge fireballs.

The flames collided, and in the blink of an eye, they converged together to form a pillar of fire, rolling and bursting apart.

Endless flames burst like volcanic stones, scattering from the sky and falling in all directions.

The nearby monks didn't want to touch its edge, so they dodged away one after another, and even a few of the late-stage monks flashed their bodies in the blink of an eye to dodge.

What remains here is the figure of the cold grass Kou holding the fire spirit fan to open the aura of the body protector. The mid-stage monk mountain thief on the opposite side was also shrouded in the aura of the fiery red gourd and was unharmed.

The heat around is so high that almost no one wants to stay in a three-foot radius.

Faintly, the cold grass cole and the mountain bandit on the opposite side have a sense of one-on-one fighting.

With a wave of the Fire Spirit Fan, a gust of wind swept out of it, and the surrounding temperature suddenly fell by half. "I haven't asked Your Excellency yet, and it looks like our accomplices don't want to disturb us, so it's better for you and me to have a life-and-death duel. Whoever wins is taking the other person's head. ”

The firebird on the opposite side did not disperse, but leaned over to protect the incoming wind. As a result, a middle-aged figure wearing animal skin was slowly revealed. "Just ask for advice, since you can cross our circle and kill in the valley, it proves that you are not ordinary people. Kind words are forgiven, anyway, either you die or I die. ”

The middle-aged man looked rude, but he was particularly calm and said with a bit of composure. At the same time, he tilted his head, and the rough firebird on his body opened its big mouth and spat out a fist-sized red flame that approached.

Realizing that the other party's fire aura is strong, it must be focusing on fire attribute exercises. Hancao Kou also wanted to see whose fire path power was superior. The fire spirit fan in his hand waved down from the sky, and four or five fire spirit qi converged and chased away, faintly forming a pillar of fire.

Both of them were struggling with huge mana, and different flames collided in the middle of the road, and cracked with a loud bang. The endless fire aura formed a huge flame sphere of two feet, and it was gradually expanding as the confrontation continued.

The power of the flames, which seems to be comparable, is about to erupt into a fluctuation faintly.

At this moment, a round of firelight flickered and flickered from outside.

Hancao Kou didn't know what it was, and flew to the side to dodge with the Xianyang Sword. It's just that the firelight seems to have some spirituality, and it turns around and rushes straight at the twists and turns.

Its speed is so fast that it can't continue to dodge a second time. Hurriedly raised the fire spirit fan to block the front.

Soon, the fire spirit fan was softened by a blow. A two-edged scimitar clip and a flame split from both sides of the fire spirit fan, turning into two scimitars and slashing across the neck of the cold grass coward.

There was a faint clanging sound, and two scimitars slashed through the neck of the cold grass and landed empty, with a trace of blood on the blades.

"Powerful, powerful, just a physical body can resist the attack of my Qingyang stone knife. What kind of treasure have you hidden on your body, otherwise you would have fallen to the ground just now. The middle-aged man on the other side had a gloomy face and said in a dull voice.

"The Qingyang Stone Knife is very powerful. Han Caokou touched his neck with one hand, and there were scars on the left and right, revealing a wisp of blood.

The strength of the Seven Gates of Buddha's Wrath really confirms that under the carelessness just now, he used his body to resist this fatal blow. Unexpectedly, it was unexpectedly powerful, just showing a trace of scarring, and not hitting the ground.

Han Caokou was a little annoyed by his own willfulness, and wanted to compete with the other party fairly. In fact, I didn't expect that I was still whimsical, the mountain thief on the opposite side was a knife licker who licked blood, where would I care if you had a fair duel, and under the secret hand was to take your life at any time.

With a gloomy face, Coldgrass Kou grabbed the fire spirit fan and fanned out a stream of flames into the fireball in front of him. The rhythm that made it stalemate collapse instantly, and a huge fireball burst in an instant, and a powerful wave bloomed from it.

Han Caokou controlled the Xianyang Sword and suddenly slipped away, not wanting to be affected by it.

And the two scimitars were wrapped in firelight, and it was determined that they were like cold grass and ghosts.

The middle-aged man put away the sword weapon, ate a strange elixir, and had a strange breath, staying in the firebird out of thin air, as if he was one with the firebird.

Seeing its firebird flying, the big man shifted his position.

It was obvious that no one was willing to resist the impact of that huge fire aura.

The huge fire aura spread like a water circle, so close that no one dared to approach.

The two scimitar clips and the fire light chased after him, and Edgeworth Flight couldn't move his position at will, and it was easy to say that he was flying straight.

Han Caokou glanced back, and inadvertently threw out the thunder pot, from which a stream of thunder and lightning came out to form a thunder net and lay it on his body.

The Qingyang stone knife pursued and pursued, slashing at the thunder net. The power is indeed good, and it can even slash and dent the thunder net for a while, faintly cutting the appearance.

However, a gray thunder arc gushed out from the body of the cold grass and connected the thunder net. The appearance of the Beast Yuan's thunder was stunned to paralyze the two scimitars in the outer layer so that they could not be extracted.

At the same time, a gray arc of thunder erupted from the Thunder Pot, hitting straight into a place in front of it.

And, a miniature crimson stone flew out, flickering with purple flames to the top of the thunderbolt-infested head.

At this time, the figure of a fiery red firebird flew in a trance, and its position was just intercepted by the lightning arc. When it flashed, it was hit by a gray lightning arc and drowned in it.

The stone that had been prepared above his head turned into a huge stone as big as a zhang in the blink of an eye, and the raging power of the purple beast yuan fire fell down.

With a loud bang, the entire firebird fell from the sky to the ground, igniting a violent fire.

With his late-stage spiritual sense, Han Cao Kou was able to accurately lock on to the aura of the Great Han and make a quick counterattack.

Withstanding the huge blow of You Yanshi, the firebird covered by Dahan's body was definitely unable to be saved. Hancao Kou didn't want to use the magic weapon to finish off this big man, so he took back the You Yan Stone, the Thunder Pot and the Fire Spirit Fan in a blink of an eye.

Titanium gloves were put on in his hands, and purple and blue beast fire appeared from his right hand as soon as the handprint changed. Under the control of the spiritual sense, each condensed into a fist-sized fire lotus.

I can't imagine how powerful the fire lotus condensed by the fire of the beast element is.

However, in the spiritual consciousness of the cold grass kou, he saw a figure on the ground crawling up from the pit, and fleeing with flames wrapped in flames.

The strange thing is that after the big man fled a few feet away, he suddenly stabilized his figure. The gourd in his hand suddenly poured a strange liquid into his mouth.

In an instant, the big man's face was fiery red, red and transparent like magma, with wisps of cracks. It's a thrilling sight.

Strangely, the Chill Grass seemed to feel something lock onto him. Immediately, he withdrew the two fire lotus in his hand, and in his left hand, a cyan thunder arc emerged and threw it into the ground. At the same time, the blood cloak flicked out and wrapped the entire body.

It was such a move that the big man who had changed his appearance suddenly spat out a fist-sized flame from his mouth.

The firelight flew away slowly, and it seemed to lock the breath of the Cold Grass Kou in the dark, and a winding circle flew to the side of the Cold Grass Kou.

The fire light was not a flame, as if it was an endless fire spiritual power compressed by flames. Its thing did not hit the cold grass directly, but stopped beside it, and the fire on it shone one brightly, and a circle of flame spiral blades of a thousand feet in size bloomed strangely.

A high-speed humming sound sounded in an instant, with the firelight as the center, countless fire aura gathered into a cloud of blades, turning and stirring wildly and rapidly.

Hancao Kou was in a bloodless cloak, and he also felt a fear of death coming. A thick buzzing sound was heard in his ears, and under his eyes, he could see that the bloody cloak was rapidly depleting its defensive power.

And this process is only three breaths of time, but it makes the defense of the blood cloak disappear quickly. I can't imagine what a terrifying fire path trick this is.

"Lingmen Law Shield!"

At the time of the four breaths, the fire spirit vortex outside had not yet dispersed, and was still spinning at a high speed. And the bloodless cloak has been exhausted, and he is no longer able to protect the lord Han Caokou.

A layer of black ghostly light emerged and enveloped the entire fire spirit vortex, and the high-speed rotating fire spirit blade shattered strangely in layers, and turned into starlight and dispersed. And the fire in it shattered and ceased to exist.

I don't know what kind of trick this is, when the decomposition is completed, the black light of the Lingmen Magic Shield is also shattered in an instant, as if it is dying with it. Han Caokou couldn't help but frown, feeling unusually surprised.

The big man on the ground was even more unexpected, since he spent three hundred years cultivating the spiritual fire light wheel, he had used this body to kill many spiritual cultivators. Now it's the first time I've seen a strange picture of unfinished spells being broken up out of thin air.

This is the biggest pressure box on the body, but now it has been broken, Dahan said that he knew that this person was not an ordinary person, and in a blink of an eye, he took off the gourd and died.

It's just that the strange thing is that the cyan thunder arc thrown by the cold grass Kou before fell into the ground. The magical transformation into the eighty percent form of the Cold Grass Kou is now flashing past with the power of thunder and lightning.

Five or six zhang away, the Thunder Shadow clone arrived in an instant. And the highly compressed thunder arc wrapped around his left hand was like a powerful weapon, and it was easy to stab the big man's head.

to death, Dahan couldn't have imagined that he would die at the hands of a nobody.

The Thunder Shadow clone, which looked exactly like the Cold Grass Kou, also quietly dispersed after completing the first blow. The body of the Cold Grass Kou was to control the Xianyang Sword to flash to the ground, throwing out a purple beast yuan fire to burn the body of the Great Han. And unceremoniously put away its storage bag.

The bandit's storage bag is not a ring, but a cloth bag that resembles a seminal vesicle. Han Cao Kou swept into the spiritual sense slightly, directly skipped over things like spirit stones and treasures, and soon found a strange animal skin the size of a palm.

There is a different kind of breath in the animal skin, which seems to be a strange record of exercises.

However, before Hancao Kou could take a closer look, three not weak breaths suddenly appeared nearby.

A gray bull spirit beast as big as a foot was swooping in with a gust of wind. Sitting above sat a small, bald old man.

The cold grass cole urged the thunder spirit flash, and was entangled in the body by a lightning arc, and shot headlong to the back to dodge.