Chapter 45 Despair

The white flame, which had already dissipated, appeared behind Mo Qing at some point, condensed there, and formed a fist-sized flame. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The color is white, and it jumps silently.

As soon as the flames formed, they floated towards Mo Qing not far ahead.

Mo Qing turned his back to the flames, and a bamboo stick danced impermeable, like a black dragon going out to sea, violently slamming into the small white shield that was blurred on all sides, and the small white shield was bombarded and trembled.

From time to time, the blood-colored skeleton spewed some flames from its mouth, adding to several small shields to help stabilize the situation.

Mo Qing blasted wildly at the small shields on all sides with all sides, as if he would not give up until the blood-colored skeletons were smashed, unaware of the white flames that were drifting towards him behind him.

The black-robed man standing ten zhang away, holding the black giant flag in one hand, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. With a flick of the fingerless palm, a word spat out of his mouth

"Go!"

The white flame behind Mo Qing, which was originally moving slowly, seemed to hear some kind of command, and the flame rolled over, turning into a white fire snake more than a foot long in the blink of an eye.

He bowed in the air, like a sharp arrow off the string, and shot towards Mo Qing, who was close at hand.

If nothing else, Mo Qing will instantly turn into a fire man, lose his ability to resist, and let the black-robed man slaughter him wantonly.

A smile appeared on the thin old face of the black-robed man, and this bloody doll would soon become his bag.

"Bang!" A loud bang came, and the black-robed man's smile that had not yet fully bloomed solidified on his face.

Following his gaze, he found that Mo Qing, who was attacking the small white shield with all his might, turned around at some point.

The bamboo stick the thickness of the baby's arm struck just seven inches above the white fiery snake.

Receiving this heavy blow, the white fire snake twisted in the air a few times, and collapsed inch by inch less than two feet away from Mo Qing.

The black-robed man with a blue face snorted coldly, and the giant banner in his hand shook lightly, and the fire snake that was scattered turned into a white flame after a burst of illusion.

The white flame moved gently around the inky bamboo, and it instantly wound around the bamboo.

Between the light rolls of flames, there is a 'whew' of firelight.

As if it had been poured with fierce fire oil, the white flames violently erupted more than a foot high, spreading rapidly upward along the bamboo pole, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to reach the hand that Mo Qing held at the top.

The entire ink-colored bamboo pole was engulfed by the raging white fire and turned into a white fire dragon.

Mo Qing secretly screamed badly, and was jumped by the white flames that instantly burst into flames.

However, his reaction was very fast, and when the flames were about to burn to the palm of his hand, he exerted force with one arm, his waist was light, and his movements were as light as an ape.

With a "whew", the ink bamboo, which was burning with a raging white fire, was swept by him towards the black-robed man ten zhang away.

The bamboo pole with white flames flew in the air, like a silver fire dragon, spinning, whistling, and running towards the black-robed man in the distance with a terrifying sound.

As soon as the bamboo cane was taken off, it was too late to watch the effect, Mo Qing's two legs stomped on the ground, and the whole person rose to the sky, more than half a foot from the ground, and could dodge the two thick tentacles that came from the sneak attack.

After avoiding the fatal tentacles, Mo Qing's face did not have the slightest look of joy, but tightened even tighter.

With a tap of his right foot, he stepped on a tentacle that had not yet fallen, and his body, which was already exhausted and was about to fall, moved more than two feet to the upper left again.

As soon as his body rose, a small white shadow, silent, flashed by the soles of his shoes.

Mo Qing felt a little cold under his feet, and he didn't need to look at it to know that the white shadow just now had shaved off the soles of his shoes.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his face suddenly changed greatly, his head was in his hands, his body suddenly curled up, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and the whole person fell straight to the ground.

Three white phantoms that were the same as just now flashed past the place where he was standing just now, and if he moved a little slower, there would definitely be a few more transparent holes on his body.

The white phantom that shot over his head suddenly stopped, and it turned out to be a small white shield formed by the four white flames.

The small white shield spun around in the air, turned around, and its speed soared, turning into four white phantoms again, shooting towards Mo Qing who had just fallen to the ground.

The whole process is silent, but it is extremely fast.

The blood-colored skeleton floated in mid-air, two green ghost fires jumped in the hollow eye sockets, and the terrifying mouth opened and closed.

With the opening and closing of its big mouth, four small white shields, as if spiritual, interspersed back and forth to chase and dodge Mo Qing, forcing Mo Qing to be in danger, and there was no ability to fight back.

If he hadn't trained the monkey drill forest to the extreme, I'm afraid he would have been tricked by this time. However, according to the current state of development, it is only a matter of time before he is defeated and captured.

The black-robed man stood ten zhang away, looking at the terrifying momentum, spinning a white fireworks stick that was about a foot long and flying towards him, and his face showed a hint of emotion.

At that moment, there were words in his mouth, and he thought about the law, and at the same time, a stream of mana shot out of the dantian and transmitted to the black giant banner through the palm of his hand.

The surface of the black banner is full of color, and the bursts of black luster light up, and the black is even deeper.

The black-robed man held the banner in one hand and waved it lightly at the incoming white fireworks staff, while the spell in his mouth stopped, and he shouted softly, "Go!"

A black mist suddenly poured out of the black banner. The fog that poured out at the beginning was nothing compared to this.

After the pitch-black mist came out, it didn't stay, and surged diagonally forward with a snort, spreading as it rose, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the three feet in a radius.

Floating in the air, like a dark cloud, trying to swallow everything.

As soon as the black mist formed, the dragon with white flames came close with a whistling sound.

With a soft "poof", the silver fire dragon crashed into the pitch-black mist, leaving a half-foot-wide empty passage, and the black mist was actually dissipated a lot by it.

A thick black mist churned, like boiling water in a cauldron. There was a series of strange noises, like a monster struggling wildly inside.

Seeing this, the black-robed man raised his hand to shoot a spell, and a black line flew out of the black giant flag, and rushed into the tumbling dark clouds with a whoosh.

With the support of this light, the sound in the black clouds gradually became quieter and calmer.

The black-robed man breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Mo Qing, who was chased by small shields on all sides, and was powerless, his heart was relieved, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a surprised smile was revealed.

Looking up at the black mist that was no longer moving, the black-robed man silently recited the law decision, and wanted to take the mist back.

At this moment, a yellow light flashed in the bushes to the left of the black-robed man, and a small shadow shot fiercely towards the unprepared black-robed man.

At this time, it was the moment when the black-robed man saw that Mo Qing was about to be captured, and his mood was relaxed.

It can be said that the yellow shadow chose the right moment of attack.

The black-robed man suddenly felt that there seemed to be something behind him, so he subconsciously turned his head, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw this shadow shooting towards him, and his face tightened.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I stretched out my hand and blocked the black banner in front of me, and then desperately urged the law to be decided.

The yellow light and shadow were extremely fast, and there was nowhere to borrow force in the air, so they couldn't change direction, and in the blink of an eye, they hit the black banner straight up.

The huge impact force made the black-robed man hiding behind "kick and kick" and retreat several steps in succession before stopping his body.

The yellow shadow that hit the black banner revealed its true body, but it was the lucky general who had disappeared as soon as Mo Qing chased the middle-aged scribe.

It seems that this time the Fu General was not lightly knocked out, and he raised his little paws and kept rubbing on his hairy head.

When I saw the black gas suddenly gushing out of the flag's face, I came to my senses.

"Squeak" screamed. As soon as you kick your calf, you have to run away.

As soon as the body left the banner, the black tentacles entangled its hind legs, and the figure that wanted to run away was forced to stop.

Fu Jiangwei screamed and opened his mouth to bite, but before he could bite it, he was entangled by more tentacles.

Numerous tentacles, squirming quickly, and after a while, Fu Jiang was gone, replaced by a black ball several times larger.

The black tentacles shrank back, and the rest of the black banner disappeared, leaving only a black ball of flesh hanging on the surface of the banner.

And the black ball of flesh is still shaking, and the surface is raised one by one, which looks extremely weird.

The black-robed man poked his head out from behind the black banner at this moment, but his dry old face was pale and terrifying, I don't know if it was caused by excessive fright, or if it was caused by too much mana used just now.

Staring at the slightly trembling black ball of flesh hanging on the banner, the look of surprise in the black-robed man's eyes slowly faded.

But it didn't fade yet, and it turned hideous again, and he opened his hand and raised it upward, ready to deal with the thing that almost killed him.