I wonder, do bad people die because they talk too much?

However, now he talks a lot, but it is someone else who wants to die.

Wang Sheng shook his wings and turned into a sudden shadow, quickly facing the poisoned fire eagle.

Wang Sheng's speed has never been slow. In just a blink of an eye, Wang Sheng had already arrived in front of the Fire Eagle.

Fire Eagle, her lips and eyes are already purple-black.

The fire poison has already invaded his entire body, and it would be good if he could keep it from flying.

Where can I have the strength to hide!

"Sure enough, the soul master who uses poison is the most difficult to deal with!"

Fire Eagle cursed in his heart, but now the most important thing for him is to avoid Wang Sheng’s attack, otherwise he would have to follow in Beitang’s footsteps.

I have to say that Fire Eagle's on-the-spot combat reaction was very fast.

I saw his wings retracted and his flying soul skills were dispersed!

He immediately fell freely and quickly fell to him!

"Swoosh"

Wang Sheng hid himself by, and the Fire Eagle avoided the attack dangerously.

However, he underestimated Wang Sheng too much. After Wang Sheng's attack failed, he turned around and quickly rose to the top of the Fire Eagle.

At the same time, the sixth soul ring on his body lit up: "The sixth soul ring skill, the Flame King explosion!"

The King Saint in the air held high the martial soul of the Flame Sword, and the flame energy gathered quickly!

Soon, above the Fire Sword Martial Soul, the huge flame energy formed a huge three-color fireball ten meters in size.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Wang Sheng waved the flaming sword martial soul in his hand in an instant, and the huge three-color fireball that was ten meters in size immediately turned towards the Fire Eagle.

"asshole!"

Looking at the three-colored fireball that was coming towards him quickly, the Fire Eagle couldn't help but curse.

At the same time, he tried hard to control his body and prepare for landing. After all, he was only a few meters away from the ground.

"collapse"

The Fire Eagle landed steadily, but looking at his blue face and slightly trembling legs, you can understand. He is not as stable as he looks!

Just hold on.

"Puchi"

Then his throat rolled, and then another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Perhaps, the spew of blood eased his poison a little, and his face looked a little better.

The strength and body are also better.

He suddenly exerted force on his legs, and his whole body immediately turned to one side to try to avoid Wang Sheng's attack.

His speed was very fast, and in just a blink of an eye, he rushed out of the attack range of a huge three-color fireball that was ten meters in size.

However, it's still the same sentence, he underestimated Wang Sheng too much.

Only in the air did Wang Sheng's cold voice come: "Explode!"

"Boom!"

As he finished speaking, a huge three-color fireball ten meters in size exploded, and the three-color flames burst out rapidly in the explosion.

The explosion made the three-color flame not only have terrifying burning power and even more terrifying high temperatures.

A powerful shock wave was also formed, so wherever the three-color flames passed, everything was flattened, and then the three-color flames were burned to ashes.

In just a blink of an eye, within a hundred meters of the range, it turned into a sea of ​​three-color fire.

The Fire Eagle, which had already escaped from the attack range, was once again included in the attack range.

"Puchi"

He spewed out a mouthful of blood again, not because of the three-color flame, but because of the powerful impact force formed by the explosion, which made him feel like he had been hit hard.

The whole chest was a little concave.

Then he once again experienced the power of the three-color flame.

He was so burning that he was so clenched!

He struggled, he didn't want to die here just like that.

As a Conrat, he died at the hands of a fifteen-year-old soul emperor, he is probably the first in history!

It will definitely be embarrassing to the descendants.

Absolutely not!

"Puchi"

He struggled to walk forward for two steps, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and then fell down softly.

He doesn't want to do it anymore!

Because, with his body that was now severely damaged and poisonous, he no longer allowed to take even one more step.

He was desperate!

"Swoosh!"

A figure quickly rushed into the three-colored sea of ​​fire and rescued the completely desperate Fire Eagle.

When they appeared again, they were already ten meters away from the sea of ​​fire, and the old man was the one who rescued them.

Wang Sheng laughed. Saving is affection, and not saving is reason.

Because, it is impossible for people in the dark to miss such an excellent opportunity.

Sure enough, before the old man could stand firm, a long sword appeared on his side like a ghost.

Before he could react, he drew a graceful, strange arc.

"brush"

I saw a wound slowly cracking on the Fire Eagle's neck, and then blood that had completely turned purple and black sprayed out like a fountain.

His whole body began to twitch!

Obviously not far from death!

Unless there is a soul master who can detoxify and heal at this time, even if the gods come, they will not be able to save him.

The old man is not much better.

At this moment, the right hand that was originally holding the Fire Eagle had left his arm and landed on the ground with the Fire Eagle.

"Silk"

The old man took a breath of air conditioning, it hurts so much.

It's just a pain!

He has not been injured, so he naturally understands how painful it should be when he is injured.

With his ability to withstand, even if he cuts his hands, it shouldn't hurt so much.

"Sword to die!"

"The sword of death is actually the sword of death, hahahahaha!"

The old man laughed loudly, but his laughter was filled with despair and fear, and a hint of anger!

"Yes, it's me!"

A gentle man in his forties or fifties slowly walked out of one side and stood in front of the old man.

When Elder Lion saw this person, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

Another person who had never made a move was also frightened at this moment and murmured: "Yes, yes, who else can kill the Fire Eagle with one sword and cut off the Great Elder's hand!"

The face of the Great Elder, because of the strong intensity, had already made him crazy, turned into a very distorted pain.

The whole person was trembling, but his eyes were staring at the middle-aged man opposite him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Sword of Death, hahaha, the only titled Douluo owned by the Xingluo Royal Family. In order to deal with us, they actually sent you out. Aren't they afraid of being taken advantage of by the Spirit Hall?"

The sword of death is afraid of Douluo.

The sword is about to die, the sword is about to die, and the sword is about to die, and it is like a broken bone in its entire body bit by bit. Even a man with iron can't bear it for a moment.

It is true that those who hear it are afraid, and those who encounter it are afraid; those who are in the middle want to reincarnate!
Chapter completed!