Zhang Ning, who was in the distance, saw Moslet reflect so quickly, and his complexion changed suddenly, and it was dark.

"It's such a terrible reaction speed, the hatred I just threw out is almost to the point of supersonic speed, he can still use his body instinct to block, and it really deserves to be the top Jindan-level warrior I have encountered!"

But the next scene made Zhang Ning even more shocked.

When Moslet's sword was struck, his feet were loosened, and the whole person broke away from the tree and turned into rootless duckweed.

In the face of such a strong hatred, his whole person was knocked out and pushed into the distance.

But the distance from the top was not far, he changed the slope of the sword slightly, and the whole person was bounced into the lower forest.

But the impact of hatred is not in vain, otherwise it would not be called a spirit-level king.

You must know that a weapon level of a spirit weapon not only needs a very powerful carrier, that is, it is very strong or material. Otherwise, it will not be able to refine at all, because if the carrier is not strong enough, it will not be able to withstand the spiritual soul that is like creating a soul.

"Bang!"

Facing Moslet's hard armor, the woods below were crushed and broken, and in an instant the ground was smashed into a cloud of dust.

The distance is so wide that it is 100 meters long.

As the saying goes, take advantage of his illness to kill him.

For Zhang Ning, a veteran of the battle, it is extremely important to grasp the timing, and at the moment, his eyes froze, and the blood-colored wings behind his back unfolded, and he suddenly exploded, rushing over like an eagle predatoring.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

At this time, Moslet was still lying in the debris of the trees, and the armor that looked fine and fine had become a little unsightly, stained with branches and wood fragments. There were even noticeable cracks in several places.

The strange thing is that his long sword, which has no decoration, actually has no scars, and is still as smooth as jade.

But the middle-aged man with a unique Western atmosphere and elegance hidden under the helmet frowned at this time, he felt a force approaching him quickly, and his smashed brain was still a little unconscious, and he wrinkled and woke up. He looked straight into the air.

"Not good!"

Looking at the blood armor that was approaching quickly and was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, Zhang Ningte finally remembered what he was doing just now, and couldn't help but want to raise the long sword in his hand to defend, but his arm was buried in the tree and he couldn't move.

"The furious fire consumed him. ”

In mid-air, a blood-colored flame suddenly appeared on Zhang Ning's right finger, slowly burning in the air, leaving an illusory afterimage. It is like a nebula in the starry sky.

I saw Zhang Ning's body suddenly stop in mid-air, threw the fireball in his hand, and smashed straight at Moslet, and suddenly the fire suddenly burst out, and it actually formed a violent explosion like an atomic bomb, and the fireball like a semi-circle was burning there, making it completely visible within a radius of kilometers.

"Whew..."

There was a whistling sound, and the blood-colored wings like a phoenix slowly stirred, Zhang Ning landed on a tree, looking at the scene in front of him indifferently, it was the first time for Zhang Ning to use such a strong berserk fire, and he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

"It seems that you should be careful with it, and it won't be good if you blow up your house one day. ”

Looking at the flame in front of him, Zhang Ning couldn't help but think in his heart, the furious flame was a alchemy flame for Zhang Jing before, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that it can also be used as a spell attack move, after all, ordinary spells are too weak to win.

Unless the spell has reached the limit of the spell. It is infinitely close to the legendary supernatural power that it is possible to have such a powerful power.

"After burning for so long, normal people should have been burned to death a long time ago. ”

After stopping and watching for a minute, the hatred had already flowed back quickly, and was held by Zhang Ning. Zhang Ning looked at the scene in front of him indifferently.

The ordinary flames that had been spawned by the raging fire, if he hadn't stopped the spread of the fire here, I'm afraid the forest here would have been burned to the ground.

"Put out the fire. ”

Zhang Ning thought indifferently that since the body was a tree, he was quite sympathetic to the surrounding trees, so he could try not to harm them, and Zhang Ning didn't want to destroy them at will.

Just when Zhang Ning was about to pinch the spell and use the spell to end the fire, his face changed. A pitch-black slash burst out of the flames.

"Hum...", the sound of the slash slowly sounded in the air. Gently slicing across every tree around it.

Zhang Ning was surprised that the target of this slash was not himself, but soon, Zhang Ning's face became solemn again.

"Bang..."

The surrounding trees were slowly falling to the ground. They were so smooth where they broke that they were as if they had been carefully polished.

"Gala gala..."

This is Zhang Ying's ears, gently. Trembling, there was an almost inaudible voice in the air, and when you turned your head, a pitch-black figure slowly walked out in the blood-colored sea of fire. At this time, wisps of black smoke were still emitting from his body, and the armor on his body looked like the surface of solidified magma, turning him from a noble gentleman knight into a demon who came out of the abyss and hell.

"You are worthy of a man who dares to call himself a king, and you really have two skills. It's enough to be comparable to when I was young. But you are still too small in front of my king now, Mr. Zhang Ning, I will give you one last chance to ask for forgiveness and become a guardian knight under my throne. Otherwise, you will die today. ”

Beneath the dark armor came Moslet's usual gentlemanly tone.

Zhang Ning watched him speak silently, and the handprint in his hand suddenly changed.

"Magic, fire control. ”

Before Zhang Ning drank lightly in his mouth, Moslet had already walked out of the sea of fire, but the flames seemed to have life, turning into countless fire snakes and entangled around him.

"Forget it, I've changed my mind, a villain like you who likes shameless sneak attacks is not qualified to be my king's knight. It will only tarnish the glory of the king like Lancelot did at the beginning!"

For Zhang Ning's behavior, Moslet was very unhappy, and drank angrily there.

Zhang Ningzhi watched from the sidelines, although he was not wrong with being the king, but he was not an idiot, of course he had to do it when it was time to do it. Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive now.