Yunmo's spear, derived from Yang Jian's two-edged and three-pointed knife, has long been a wishful divine weapon, just like the famous monkey's golden hoop stick, the heart can turn at will, large or small, and there are thousands of changes.

The metal banana fan it turned into, although it does not have the great power of the original in the hands of the iron fan princess that can fan people out of 84,000 miles, but the amount of wind set off by such a large fan under the full force of Yunmo is not trivial.

The fire man was sprinting forward with all his might, but he happened to be slammed by this powerful door, only to see the flames on his body fall backwards violently, almost blown out by this fan, and the outer flames even elongated and floated backwards, like slender hairs.

The fire man was finally invincible to the strong wind, and he turned and drifted away, but he was not able to be proud, but he only heard a sharp roar coming from the fire man's mouth, like the desperate roar of a prey trapped in a trap. The flames around the burning man's body suddenly shrank to a very small size, and the flames that were originally somewhat transparent became extremely condensed, and even faintly revealed a thick feeling. As the second dull roar of the Burning Man came out, the flames began to slowly change color, purple, white, gold, and blue, constantly changing, and when the seven-colored streamers were flowing endlessly, Yunmo's palm fan could no longer force him back. Yun Mo Suo waved his hand, put the giant fan across his chest, and his left hand sank slightly to secretly breathe - although he didn't dare to use his divine sense to probe this seven-colored ever-changing flame, Yun Mo had already clearly felt the danger signal coming from the air, and at the same time, he also felt the intention of this fire man to fight with all his might.

Yunmo has been, and there is no way to avoid it.

And he himself didn't want to hide, he was experiencing that kind of inner torment, facing up to the corners of his soul, and analyzing his weaknesses...... He also has an infinite fighting spirit in his chest.

He wants to use a hearty battle to wash away the shame brought by those cowardices, and to prove to himself that I am unstoppable!

His heart has been beating drums, in fact, he can escape, he can try to use the method of wandering to continue to fly the kite and drag this burning man to death.

But at that moment, he suddenly thought of a person, a word. The young man who once inspired countless people on the Internet, and once inspired Yunmo to grit his teeth and go down on the road of cultivation, he once said: "Heaven may not be far away, but hell must be behind you!"

Even if he wins, he loses, loses to himself, and this fire man may become a barrier that prevents him from advancing an inch for the rest of his life.

Standing opposite to the fire man, he suddenly remembered the disciple of the Incense Valley who dragged his seriously injured body and climbed up, he sacrificed his soul to become what he is now, but saved the lives of the whole village, respectable! For this kind of warrior, Yun Mo suddenly felt that he should be given a decent end.

So Yunmo, don't retreat!

Facing the immense momentum that the shrunken fire man continued to exude, Yunmo no longer spared no effort, mobilizing the true qi he could mobilize all over his body, and one after another cold aura condensed on his left hand, and even before the raging flames, in the heat waves, a layer of heavy hoarfrost still formed on his left hand.

The body of the burning man writhed, and the fire mass fluctuated layer after layer like water waves, and with the continuous change of the color of the flames, the brilliant brilliance implied deadly danger. Suddenly, the flame was like a blooming chrysanthemum, and the flame spread out and became filamentous, elongating and swaying in the air.

It turned slowly, forming a whirlpool in the center of the flower-like flame, and in the center of the whirlpool, a deep and narrow gap slowly emerged.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of extreme danger in Yun Mo's heart.

It's as if the gates of hell have been pushed open.

In a small courtyard in the distance, the obscene old man who was taking off his coat and draping it on his sleeping little granddaughter suddenly had a gleam in his eyes, stood up and pursed his lips tightly, and did not make a sound for a long time.

Yunmo, who was the first to face by the terrifying momentum of the whirlpool, calmly screened away distracting thoughts, and his mind was empty. I saw his left foot stomp the ground, and two huge cracks stretched outward from where he landed, and the compacted soil expanded like a thin brittle layer of ice along the traces of the cracks, cracking open.

A short, but clear crisp sound flashed from the burning man's body, and the blooming fire chrysanthemum swirled in the air, crashing towards the clouds.

Yunmo was not afraid, and with a "hey" stomp again, the earth in front of him was shaken, and countless gravel clods with the grass roots and stems buried deep in the lower part were raised all over the sky.

With a wave of one arm, the earth and gravel rained down on the burning man's head and face, and the burning man continued to rush towards him against the earth and stones.

Yunmo seemed to be able to feel his faint disdain.

The corners of Yunmo's mouth hooked up a sinister smile.

Sure enough, the man was shrouded in a rain of mud and dust, and let out a shrill scream! Bursts of white mist rose from him, accompanied by a non-stop "sizzle" sound, and even the air seemed to distort in the area.

It turned out that Yunmo had secretly lucked his true qi early, hiding the cold qi in the soil, and freezing the soil into ice lumps one by one. Although the flame temperature of the fire man was extremely high, Yun Mo could not be underestimated under his full strength, plus the ice, water, soil and sand were originally extinguishing fires, and they had an absolute advantage in terms of quantity, so they forcibly suppressed the flames of the fire man for a moment.

"Shhh

Of course, the fire man couldn't waste heat here, the flames around him slammed out, and a wave of heat turned into air waves that bounced off the tumbling earth and ice bombs, and he took advantage of the situation and slammed forward.

At this time, he was only two zhang away from Yunmo.

And the next moment, his footsteps were stopped by Shengsheng, and in front of him, a huge cyan Taiji slowly turned.

The fire man roared angrily, but no matter how fierce and violent his flames were, after touching the Taiji pattern, they were slowly driven, dissipated, and finally completely devoured, turning into a bright streamer that swam around the Taiji fishing line and returned to nothingness.

He was even more surprised to find that because of the relationship he had just tried to forcibly break through, most of the flames around him had actually intersected with the Taiji diagram, as if they had sunk into a viscous liquid, and it was difficult to withdraw them.

Who would have imagined that this mysterious Tai Chi pattern can even be entangled in flames!

"Whew!" Seeing that there was nothing to do, he no longer retreated, but hugged in, the whole flame was tightly attached to the Taiji diagram, the fire chrysanthemum was unfurled, and the whirlpool in the middle suddenly opened!

In the middle, there was a black flame that burned alone!

Taijitu, was forced to retreat by Shengsheng!

The old man in the distance had long since lost his leisurely color, and turned his eyes to knock on the sleeping little girl, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be a little duller.

The next moment, the body that was originally slightly dry and thin Immortal Wind Dao bones suddenly got up one by one, and the snow-white beard was windless and automatic!

Suddenly, as if the ball had deflated, he suddenly dried up the tall figure again, and his eyes flashed with surprise: "Huh?"