The black flame seemed illusory and unreal, but it did have a strong high temperature, and the tongue of fire was churning and expanding, completely engulfing Yang Xiaole in it like a sea of fire.

Yuan Chengshu only felt that those flames were weird, and even the surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted, and the evil aura was even more frantically permeated.

Then He Long is really not simple.

Although he only has the strength of about the fifth layer of qi refining, like He Jia, using the evil cultivation method, the combat power that erupts in an instant can be described as amazing. Even if he is still inferior to Yang Xiaole, he has studied Yang Xiaole and knows Yang Xiaole's fighting style and fighting style. I came prepared for this time.

Yang Xiaole's wheal could not completely shatter the two flame runes, but instead made the black flames that burst out of the runes burn more rapidly, which was not expected by anyone except He Jia.

And because of the barrier of the black flame, Yuan Chengshu couldn't feel Yang Xiaole's breath at all, he was forced to retreat again and again, and he had already retreated to the gate of the factory, and the entire yard was already burning in the black flames.

At this time, Ge Lao and Sun Yinfeng, who were waiting in the car, finally couldn't sit still, and after getting out of the car, they also hurriedly ran over, but looking at the black sea of fire, the two of them, like Yuan Chengshu, were powerless.

"Mr. Yuan, what the hell is going on? He Long is so strong? Isn't even Mr. Yang his opponent?" asked in a trembling voice. Because he is the person who knows Yang Xiaole's strength is the most terrifying, he is naturally more surprised than others.

A master of the foundation building realm in his early twenties, who is already a genius among geniuses in the human world, could it be that he was defeated by such an evil cultivator He Long?

Through the sea of fire, the three of them looked at He Long opposite, especially after seeing his scarlet eyes and the figure of black qi surging out, they all felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

This He Long was much more terrifying than they had imagined.

"Yang Xiaole, what are you still resisting?" He Long said sharply, "What about geniuses? When will there be fewer geniuses who die in my hands?"

He Long's voice was hoarse, but there was a strange sharpness, like a ghost.

As He Long spoke, the entire black sea of fire trembled, and then the color slowly became dim. The flames created by those talismans that did not belong to this world were exhausted after all, and they slowly began to shrink.

And when the flames had shrunk by half, one of the figures could still be faintly seen.

Yang Xiaole was still standing in the middle of the flames, although the soil under his feet had been scorched, the air had been roasted, and the residual heat was still unacceptable, but he didn't seem to be moved at all.

Yuan Chengshu sighed and said with a smile, "Xiaole's Wind Resisting Technique has become more and more refined. ”

Ge Lao fixed his eyes and found that around Yang Xiaole's body, the wind threads were spinning wildly, and those flames did not burn him at all.

And when these flames began to shrink, Yang Xiaole's body also moved.

"I gave it back to you. Yang Xiaole shouted.

At the same time, those wind wires no longer had the need to protect Yang Xiaole's body, and began to fall off around Yang Xiaole's body, but they were still rotating rapidly.

The wind swirled wildly through the flames, sweeping back the flames that were about to burn out soon. Yang Xiaole held the jade flute with one hand, and the cold light on the jade flute flickered, and he waved it vigorously.

"Go!"

Then, those wind threads seemed to give life to those flames again, and they roared violently, converging into two fire tornadoes, and under the guidance of Yang Xiaole's jade flute, they swept towards He Long.

"How is that possible?" He Long gritted his teeth!

He was amazed that Yang Xiaole was able to control those talisman flames with wind wires.

In fact, the talisman used by He Long just now was not made out of thin air, and those flames were actually the flames that a Taoist priest took out from the Yellow Spring Netherworld many years ago and sealed them into the talisman. By chance, He Long obtained a total of ten Hellfire Talismans. With one, there is one less.

However, the Netherfire in these talismans is an existence that can be equated with the true fire of Samadhi, and ordinary people don't mention it, even if it is a cultivator, it is difficult to resist, even if the body can resist, the true qi in the body will be burned by the Netherfire fire.

This time, he directly used two Nether Fire Talismans, how could Long not be in pain? But the result was that Yang Xiaole was unharmed, not to mention, he even controlled the Netherfire counterattack!

Outrageous!

Although He Long was angry, he didn't care about Yang Xiaole's counterattack.

He didn't even bother to move, letting the two fire tornadoes crash into him with a terrible whistling sound, without blinking an eye.

"Boom!"

A fire tornado directly hit He Long's chest, and the black qi hovering around his body was instantly knocked away, and then sparks splashed everywhere, and the nether fire also disappeared into the void.

Then came a second fire tornado, accompanied by sharper wind threads.

"Boom!"

After He Long was hit, his body was pushed directly to the back, and his feet ploughed two deep pits on the ground. Then after the flames burst out, he just shook the black spark on his body, still calm.

Yang Xiaole and He Long were only separated by more than twenty meters at this time, but he could feel that He Long did not show any signs of injury.

Those Nether Flames didn't seem to have any lethal power to He Long.

On the contrary, after being attacked by the fire tornado twice in a row, He Long's clothes were torn, revealing extremely well-defined muscles, but his skin was black and red, and the eyes in his eyes were even more hideous.

It's really like Shura.

On He Long's chest, lines began to appear. This is exactly the same as the changes that appeared on He Jia's body before, but it is obvious that the red lines that appeared on He Long's body are more complex, and they seem to contain even greater energy.

As He Long's whole body was covered with those lines and talisman patterns, one of his eyes was pitch black like an abyss, and the other eye was like an extremely hot flame.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Yang Xiaole sneered.

He Long twisted his neck mechanically, reached out to make a fist, and patted his chest.

A black gas loomed over there.

"Gu Yuan is here. He Long said hoarsely, "If you have the ability, you will destroy it." ”

After that, He Long actually did not retreat but advanced, his body tensed for a moment, and the next moment he was already shooting towards Yang Xiaole like an arrow from the string.