Chapter 240 Fire Power

Yan Song first saw that the people around him stopped killing, and then felt a very hot mysterious gas baking himself. The heat was very strong, as if it would pass through the skin and bones and roast straight to the bone marrow.

Yan Song had no preparation. Like many people around him, he suddenly knelt on the ground. His eyes were hot, and his whole body was as if someone was holding a red iron bar and penetrating into his bone marrow!

At this time, he saw someone fall to the ground, and he couldn't support it. He was about to fall down. Suddenly, there was blood again not far away from his eyes. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people kneeling on the ground were directly removed from the circle by the strong mysterious qi, and it was a praiyuan! He launched a raid while taking advantage of the gap between the fire attribute and the power of the fire!

Yan Song clenched his teeth, and as he carried up Xuanqi, he walked out of the virtual step and came to the edge of the circle. The fire attribute on his head became stronger and stronger, and his legs almost knelt down disobed. He watched Lion Yuan constantly tearing up those who had no power to bind chickens in the crowd, and a flame flashed in his eyes!

He took out the dead wood beads from the ring and sacrificed them. Suddenly, the blue light all over his body won. The overflowing cyan Xuanqi constantly sucked up the power of the fire attribute. Yan Song took this opportunity to call everyone: "Listen, let's work together to deal with the fire cloud sword master. Otherwise, sooner or later, we will be killed by him one by one!" He said this so hard that his throat was so burned that he didn't even dare to swallow it!

However, he can't think too much now. At the sound of his words, he summoned a three-talented sword array and took the lead in making trouble.

Yan Song's two fairy martial arts swords, Zhong Li and Qiu Shui, turned into two sword lights, and attacked the prairie from the left and right respectively. Zhong Li's sword hit seven stars, and Qiu Shui's sword hit eight wildernesses without direction, while Yan Song was right in front of him, rushed away with the wind sword, and Liu Yunzhan strongly split it.

These three stunts are more than ten times more powerful than before. In addition, these three swords are gods, as if three people are besieging, and Lionyuan did not expect that such a strong figure would suddenly be killed because of the rise of the killing just now. At present, Gu Zuo ignores the right and right, and he is at a loss for a moment. He barely blocked the flowing cloud cut from the Yan Songqingfeng sword in front of him, and dodged the autumn water sword on the right. The eight wilderness was unoriented, but there was no way to dodge the seven stars of the sword.

At present, he only heard several voices gently mixed with the other three stunts. Lionyuan screamed in a panic. His right hand, which was good at using the sword and could overflow with sword spirit, was clicked three times. Three blood holes bleed directly. Before landing, he quickly evaporated in the scorching air.

Lionyuan gritted his teeth and quickly nodded a few times on the wound with his left hand to stop the blood. Obviously, he could not recognize Yan Song, who was already disobvious. He just shouted, like a crazy lion, rushed to Yan Song.

Yan Song said secretly that he was not good, and quickly withdrew to Zhong Li and Qiu Shui's two swords. Once the other party took action, he dodged with the help of the teleportation sword array. However, what moved him was that the people around him responded to his call and collectively pulled a broken gong-like voice and waved their swords to the field.

Originally, he attacked Yan Song like a broken bamboo. Now there were enemies around him. He couldn't help scolding the bastard, and then overflowed with fire clouds and fought with those people. From time to time, someone was beaten out by him or killed directly on the ground.

And in the battle of this group of wolves surrounding lions, the praiyuan like fire lions did not get much benefit, and his body was hit by several swords. If it hadn't been for his superb cultivation, I'm afraid he would have been torn to pieces!

Yan Song finally calmed down, and his horrible face showed a very strange smile to others. Now, everyone's attention is on Yuan Lion. If they fight together, they will contain or kill it in a short period of time, but it is also very likely that their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced due to the attack of the surrounding fire attribute and they will all be killed by Lion!

But no matter what, the two sides maintain an equal power, which is what Yan Song wants to see most at present. Two days passed like this. During this period, everyone found that only by working together to deal with the murder demon king could they have a chance to save their lives, so the phenomenon of group fighting has never stopped.

At the same time, many people fainted and were killed because they could not stand the attack of the fire attribute. The number of people has been directly reduced from 100 to 4050, and in the process, the reason for the group beating is that he has been injured in many places, his strength is gradually overwhelmed, and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced, so that when the other party is reduced to 40 or 50 people, his ability can only protect himself. From time to time, he stared at Yan Song outside the crowd and couldn't wait to slap him to death. If it hadn't been for this boy's words, he would have killed all these people now. How could he have suffered so much?

This situation is exactly what Yan Song wants to see, but at the same time, he also vaguely feels a little uneasiness, because in the past two days, he obviously feels that the devouring power of dead wood beads is getting weaker and weaker, and the thick blue Xuanqi around his body is getting thinner and lighter.

On the morning of the fourth day, with a bang, the cyan mysterious spirit around Yan Song was exhausted, and the dead wood beads on his chest burst directly, leaving no slag! Suddenly, the burning feeling of the bone marrow came again, and the three-day comfort made him a little uncomfortable with this feeling. He couldn't help kneeling down again. However, he has no choice but to persist like those people not far away. At this point, he believes that he will not be worse than anyone else!

The military spirit in front of them has long been melted, and now, due to the gradual enhancement of the power of fire attributes, these people can't stand it more and more. Their fight with the fire cloud sword master depends entirely on the desire to survive. And the fire cloud sword master Lvyuan is not much better. Those who dare to come here to participate in the heavenly cave change of master, after all, are not idle people. After being besieged by these people for several days, he wants to die. At present, there is nothing to think about the leader of the Heavenly Cave Sword School. It is unfortunate that he can get out of this circle!

Another half a day later, not far away, the injured blazing field still confronted more than a dozen staggering people around him. Yan Song did not have the protection of dead wood beads, and at this time, like them, was dizzy by the strong power of the fire attribute, and life is worse than death. He clenched the hot love sword in his hand. Just as he was about to attack, he suddenly found that the strength in his hand had changed. He fixed his eyes and saw that the tip and body of the love sword had softened!

He can't imagine that the love sword that has been accompanying him through the ups and downs will be such a result. This is the sword created for him by his uncle, or in the bamboo forest of love with reluctant memories!

Yan Song has no choice. After all, the Love Wind Sword is a real martial arts Xuanbing. He is not on the same level as the Xianwu-level Zhong Li Sword and Qiushui Sword, although Yan Song has always been the most skillful to use this sword. The other two swords are fine, and the rings in their hands are fine. It's not surprising, but Yan Song found that his clothes and hair are fine. It turns out that this fire attribute also has a certain attack orientation!

Suddenly, he suddenly realized why he didn't put the love sword into the ring. In another space, it would naturally be fine! Thinking of this, Yan Song hurriedly raised the love sword. Unexpectedly, the three-foot-long love sword blade directly turned into an emerald-colored fluid and was thrown out, leaving a sword handle in his hand. He frowned slightly, and the teenager didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly put the hilt of the sword into the Najie.

Time passed slowly, and it was the last day in a blink of an eye. At this time, Yan Song held two swords on the ground, so as not to force himself to stand on his body. However, not far from the opposite side, some of the people who besieged the field realized that they could not stand it and left the circle in advance, while most of the others fell down. In the end, only two people still stood there and confronted against the plain.

And now there is no more flying and domineering at the beginning. There are many wounds all over his body. At this time, he has already retreated to the edge of the circle, sitting on the ground, opening his eyes to heal his wounds, and resisting the attack of the power of fire attributes. It has reached the final stage. These people dare not move any more. They have to keep their last strength to prevent the increasingly strong fire attribute from being squeezed dry!