"It turns out that he actually has such a move, but it's a pity that his martial arts level is too low to be on the stage."

The Dragon Demon King shook his head and said.

"You are wrong. This kind of move is most suitable for use now. It consumes little money and can achieve his purpose."

Lan Di Meichen shook his head, but his eyes were always on the arena.

"Xueyi, you have no chance. I have warned you more than once that if you want to save your life, you must join forces with Lin Chuang. It's a pity that you don't listen.

Now, prepare to die!"

As Ling Xiao spoke, he flashed his figure, shook the Demonic Dragon Sword in his hand, and exploded into an endless rain of fire.

Everyone knew that Xueyi had no chance.

At the moment when the blood demon's body is broken by the bloodthirsty plague and the dragon's blood curse, as long as the endless rain of fire hits him, he will be completely beaten into a sieve in an instant.

He is dead!
Chapter completed!