Storm looked at Ma Zhufan kneeling motionless in a pool of blood, thinking that he had lost his breath, and wanted to grab Ma Zhufan's hair in a little panic, to check his condition, he just touched Ma Zhufan's hair, felt that his fingers were like being burned by a soldering iron, and hurriedly withdrew his palm, Storm Rumble looked suspicious.

Ma Zhufan stood up slowly, the flame runes in his dark pupils flowed endlessly, and he recited the mantra lightly in his mouth: "Separation is fire, the fire of anger is born, and where anger is burned, everything is destroyed......

With the end of the mantra, Ma Zhufan's entire eyeballs turned a strange red color, the temperature around his body continued to rise, and the raindrops falling in the air all turned into white vapor around his body.

Violent Long looked at Ma Zhufan's strange red eyes in disbelief, and muttered: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can this little beast use high-level martial arts." ”

Just when Storm Rumble lost his mind, Ma Zhufan pointed at Storm Rumble coldly with his finger and said, "Die." But seeing that, a large amount of crimson flames erupted between his fingers and attacked Storm, Stormstorm Cang prompted a defensive martial art, blocking the crimson flames, and Stormstorm wiped the sweat beads on his face with palpitations, and said: "Fortunately, the response is timely, it is estimated that this little beast is returning to the light before he died, fellow Daoists, now give me this little beast's limbs are wasted, so that I can rest assured." ”

Hearing this, the nine masked people behind the storm turned their swords and pressed towards Ma Zhufan with long swords, Ma Zhufan didn't look at the nine masked people who were coming, and his demonic eyes kept staring at the storm, and then, Ma Zhufan's fingers turned into palms and said again: "Burn." ”

But seeing that as soon as his words fell, the air around him seemed to be boiling, and then the crimson flames spread to the surroundings with the momentum of a prairie fire, and the nine masked people bore the brunt of being drowned in the crimson flames, and the nine people didn't have time to do any defense, they were burned to ashes by the crimson flames, and there were no bones left, and the last ones who died were a little wonderful.

Seeing such a terrifying and terrifying flame, Storm Rumble instantly turned the nine masked men into ashes, making him tremble all over, and Storm turned around and was about to cast an instant, and the rapid crimson flames had engulfed it.

At this moment, a huge red pillar of fire rose up to the sky about ten zhang, and all the green bamboos within ten zhang turned into ashes, and the dazzling lightning in the sky seemed to be dissatisfied with the pillar of fire stealing his limelight.

Ma Zhufan stood in the center of the pillar of fire, at this moment, he was like a king in the fire, and the "miserable" cry of the storm came from the flames, but he saw that the clothes around him quickly turned into ashes, and the skin was constantly peeled off by the flames, and the exposed flesh and blood had been burned to a charred color, which was really tragic.

Bulging's eyes were red, and it seemed that he was about to be burned out at any time, and he cried out in pain in the fire: "Little beast, I am a strong man with the fourth layer of qi solidification, tempered to the lungs, and can be burned alive by you, now let you see my power, the middle-level high-grade martial art 'Dark Film Protection'." ”

But I saw that Storm Rumbling was forcibly operating the dantian true qi under the great pain of the flames, but he saw a dark black film appear around it, wrapping it, and the film emitted bursts of strange black smoke, and the black smoke seemed to be able to isolate the temperature of the red flame.

Storm Smirked in the dark black film: "Little beast, although it takes a lot of True Qi for me to maintain this martial art, I believe that you must also be the last of the strong crossbow, it depends on who consumes whom, haha......"

After hearing this, Ma Zhufan clenched his outstretched hand into a fist, and shouted in his mouth: "Angry." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw that there was a flame erupting from his eyes, the crimson flame quickly boiled and jumped, the temperature of the flame rose sharply, and a little white flame actually appeared in the crimson flame, and the black smoke produced by the dark black film stained the little white flame and turned directly into nothingness, and then, the dark black film that wrapped the bulging was also burned.

In the Dragon Continent, the flame is also divided into levels, which are simply divided into four levels, red flames, red flames, white flames, magma, the higher the temperature generated in the future, the greater the power, such as the lamps burned by each family, the inner flame is red, the outer flame is white, and the white outer flame has a higher temperature, which is also a quantitative change that causes a qualitative change, and it is really difficult to make the level of your flame rise.

Seeing the white flames in the crimson flames, Storm exclaimed, "How is it possible, this is absolutely impossible. He was busy running the dantian again, using the martial art of "dark film protection", but unfortunately, as soon as a little film appeared, it was turned into ashes by flames, and he was busy using his true qi again to protect the important organs around his body.

But seeing that there was no dark film to protect the violent rumble, his whole body was engulfed in crimson flames, the flames burned his flesh and blood, and there were white bones everywhere on his body, and the terrible scream overshadowed the deafening thunder in the air, and he really deserved it.

Ma Zhufan looked at the violent rumble that was struggling in pain in the flames and was about to turn into ashes, and his heart was also secretly relieved, and he said in his heart that he was holding on for a while, this guy would definitely die.

Suddenly, he felt that his eyes were dark, his head was dizzy, and his body fell directly to the ground on his back in disobedience, and before he fell unconscious, he heard a hearty laugh.

Storm looked at the crimson flame that slowly faded, his eyes were full of hysterical pleasure, this is a long drought and sweet rain, this is the life-saving straw for people who fall into the water, as long as Ma Zhufan holds on for a while, this storm will inevitably turn into ashes, but unfortunately the sky does not follow people's wishes, Ma Zhufan has reached the limit.

Storm dragged his tattered, white body everywhere, and slowly approached Ma Zhufan who had fainted to the ground, at this moment he was like a madman, jumping around Ma Zhufan like a neurotic, but saw that almost all the skin and flesh at his cheekbones were burned, the white cheekbones were exposed, and there was still some flesh on the cheekbones, and the skin and flesh at the corners of his mouth were also burned, leaking out of his disgusting gums.

Storm raised the soles of his feet and smashed all the joints of Ma Zhufan's limbs, and scolded while stepping on it: "Little beast, grandpa was really almost planted on your hands, God bless, when I go back later, I will make you a 'human biao' and cut off your limbs, soak you in the jar, put all the and urine in the jar, you will give me urine and eat every day, haha......" Speaking of this, Storm Rumble couldn't help laughing heartily.

"Also, that little girl named Chu Xixi, I want to torture her slowly in front of you, and ravage her fiercely, no, such a beauty, I can't enjoy it alone, I want all the slaves in the family to come over and ravage her together, so you must be very happy......" Violent Rumble was like a madman, surrounding Ma Zhufan and constantly stimulating him.

The huge pain in his limbs has woken Ma Zhufan from his coma, at this moment he is weak, he can't make a sound in his mouth, he can only barely open his eyes, he looks at the raindrops that keep falling in the sky, hitting his face little by little, the dazzling lightning is still showing off his dancing, the world is still that world, nothing has changed, but Ma Zhufan's state of mind has changed from the previous war spirit to a dead heart, he closed his eyes, the tears in the corners of his eyes kept slipping, and he muttered in his heart: "Xiaoxi, I'm sorry." ”