Gong Xiqiu was polite and mocked: "Tsk, the old guy has only such a skill. He really lives for a hundred years. Otherwise, you might as well stop playing with a knife. If you really want to bury the knife in your hand, you will feel wronged..."

The master's state of mind is covered with dust, his sharpness is not present, and the blade is also dull.

Such a dull knife cannot kill anyone!

"The young man is arrogant!"

The herb collector became more and more manic. The Baigui Mo sword in his hand slashed out with one sword, and the dragon body of Jimo Qiu, who used Gong Xiqiu as the cornerstone of the battlefield. Both sides were as fast as lightning, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to capture the landing point of the figure. His slash, one blow, one blow, and one blow, the light that exploded from the collision between the gun shadow and the knife shadow lit up densely in the sky, and it was extremely gorgeous.

"Eat my saliva!"

After all, the dragon is a dragon. Even if it is a dragon that has not yet been completely transformed, it has the ability to keep the bottom of the box. It is impossible to rush around by just rushing around. Gong Xiqiu is familiar with the current dragon python body while making trouble for the collector. The two brothers alternated against and defended again. He suddenly opened his mouth and squirted the dragon's breath, and a string of fireworks that could almost burn half of the sky into crimson red poured out-

After spitting out in one mouthful, Gong Xichou felt that his body was hollowed out.

Jimo Qiu was also forced to retreat by the fire and heat waves.

Raise your hand and transform it into a barrier to isolate the heat that makes the skin burn.

At the same time, he looked at the direction of the herb collector who was blown up by the fire and said, "A Nian, the next control point."

This kind of flame, ordinary rain, cannot be extinguished, and everything in the world can be burned out, and it is one of the nemesis of the turbid things in the world.

Control the range size well, don’t waste what should not be wasted.

Through the Wuqi barrier, Jimo Qiu's cheeks were burned hot, which was quite uncomfortable, but Gong Xiqiu was the opposite. Surrounded by these flames, he felt like he was soaking in a hot spring. It was just right not to be hot or hot, and even the weakness of the overdrawn body was relieved.

If it were not allowed in the occasion, he would have wanted to swim into the sea of ​​fire.

"Brother, he was burned to death?"

“A good news, a bad news.”

"Listen first!"

Jimo Qiu watched the sea of ​​fire gradually shrink to the central area, the spear in his hand turned into martial arts and put it into the palm of his palm, and the other hand turned into a wooden stick, and the robe of the high priest replaced the martial armor. His eyes were a little more solemn: "Good news, the fire you spit was not wasted, it burned people, and the bad news was-it burned the demons in the human heart."

Didn’t Gong Xiqiu always complain about the fierce momentum of the Baigui Modao’s indomitable move forward? Hahaha, now it has it!

It seems to be necessary to confirm his words-

The ink light split the sea of ​​fire, and the flames separated.

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Chapter completed!