Chapter 12 Thrilling Wheel of Destiny! 4

Roar!

Angrily roared, with a terrible heat wave visible to the naked eye, swept the whole battlefield in an instant. As soon as Ye Wuyou closed his eyes to resist the heat wave, Mostima suddenly fell into trouble, and a hot flame spewed out of his mouth.

After trying to be burned to death by the fire of hell, Ye Wuyou didn't want to do it again, so he jumped aside. However, before he stood still, the fire tongue extending from Mostima's mouth actually moved horizontally and the ghost did not disperse.

Under the crisis, he couldn't take much care of and rolled directly under the fire tongue, and the fire tongue still followed, and there was a tendency not to stop until he could achieve his goal.

Although the attack range of the fire tongue is wide and the movement speed is not slow, compared with Ye Wuyou, who is at full speed, it is far away. What is often captured is the shadow left in the air.

Seeing that the fire tongue could not work, Mostima instantly changed his strategy. While stopping spraying flames, he raised the long whip in his hand and danced crazily, hitting the hard floor gravel every time!

The long whip wrapped by the bear flame instantly turned into countless whip shadows, directly covering half of the battle field. However, the ghost-like purple figure was safe and sound in the woven whip net. In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Wuyou, who keeps dodging, is in a very dangerous situation, but only he and Mostima understand that this seemingly dangerous whip net can't cause him any harm at all.

In terms of strength, Mostima is several times stronger than Ye Wuyou, but when it comes to speed and flexibility, the latter is far ahead, so there is another deadlock.

Facing the slippery Ye Wuyou, Mostima gritted his teeth with hatred and couldn't attack for a long time, so he repeated his old technique, put away the whip net, and made the long flame whip constantly rotate in the air to form a circle of fire.

"Humph, do you still want to come?"

Looking at the ring of fire under the head and the open back of the empty door, Ye Wuyou did not want to open it, but he did not find the constantly beating flames and suddenly rose.

At the moment when Ye Wuyou easily avoided the fire circle, the fire circle beside him suddenly disintegrated. While re-turning into a long whip, he unexpectedly gently threw it to the left!

Bang!

"Bad!"

Feel the tightening of his ankle and the blazing heat in an instant, Ye Wuyou knew that he had been tricked again. However, before he could react, a huge force came from the long flame whip wrapped around his ankle, pulling him up in mid-air, forming a miserable shape with his feet facing up and head down.

"Haha, humble human, your wisdom is not worth mentioning in front of my Mostima. You have won such a simple trick twice in a row!" Mostima pulled Ye Wuyou upside down and stared at him with the eyes of fire. The unpleasant voice suddenly became erratic: "Human beings, give your soul, you can get powerful power, infinite life, and then you can do whatever you want! Money, power, women, everything is at your fingertips... As long as you give your soul, everything is no longer far away... Come on, give your soul!"

Under the hint of the erratic sound, Ye Wuyou suddenly felt dizzy, and even the burn on his ankle was no longer painful. All kinds of visions of envying others are constantly emerging in my mind: there are glorious moments of climbing to the peak of power and being worshipped; there are also ** scenes of hugging left and right, surrounded by beauty; there are also extreme realms standing at the peak of martial arts and looking at the world...

buzz!

Just as those dark eyes fell into confusion and struggle, an invisible and untouchable energy suddenly shot straight out of the eyes of the flame, and instantly fell into Ye Wuyou's eyebrows and went straight into the source sea.

Seeing that the spiritual power full of evil thoughts was about to win, a gray shield suddenly appeared around the overseas, and it was instantly turned away!

"How can it be!"

Mostima is worthy of being a cunning demon. Seeing the failure of **, he immediately waved the flame axe and swept towards Ye Wuyou hanging upside down in mid-air. Obviously, he wanted to cut him off his waist!

"No! Iron fist, hide!"

Qin Mengyao, who was hiding in the corner, immediately exclaimed. The people watching the battle on the other side also showed a complicated look.

At the most critical moment, the dark eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and at the same time burst out amazing anger and murderous intent. At the moment Ye Wuyou was added to the huge flame axe, the strength of his waist and legs suddenly broke out, shrinking dangerously and dangerously, avoiding the deadly attack on his back.

Then, the sharp thorn in the elbow suddenly popped out and suddenly fell before Mostima could react!

Elbow!

Poo!

Purple blood suddenly spewed out from Mostima's shoulder, accompanied by a shocking roar! However, soon, the ferocious face became extremely frightened.

Dipsorption of vitality!

"Damn, it stole my vitality!"

Aware of the rapid loss of vital vitality, Mostima seemed to avoid the plague and threw Ye Wuyou away at the first time.

Ye Wuyou, who landed safely and glide back, stared at Mostima like a cheetah, with a pair of dark eyes full of desire.

"Uh... How can this be? How can I, Mostima, be afraid of a humble human being! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!" The moment he was stared at by those eyes, Mostima, a hell demon, would actually feel a tremor from the soul and the fear that would never appear in their race!

You should know that it is the devil's duty to spread fear and plunder souls. A large part of their source of terror is the fear of others. However, everything is compatible with each other, and what demons fear most is their own fear. Once fear appears, their power will quickly regress, and even their souls will die!

In order to dispel the fear in its heart, it is completely violent, because only by abandoning wisdom can it truly be fearless!

Roar!

The violent roar came from Mostima's mouth, and then the flame covering it continued to rise, and a momentum of destruction also grew wildly.

Boom!

The flame rose half a meter high and suddenly seemed to have come back to life. As the flames gathered more and more, they finally formed a pair of demon wings composed entirely of flames!

feng! feng!

With the momentum of destruction, he completely lost his mind and completely fell into the rage. Mostima slowly took up with the slap of the wings of the flame. When it rose to a certain height, it suddenly stopped, and a pair of flame eyes kept jumping out of sparks, staring at Ye Wuyou.

The next second, it raised its right hand. In an instant, the strong hell flames kept converging in the palm of its hand, and finally formed a large area of fiery red clouds.

Meteor rain!

Fist-sized hot flames continue to hit the battlefield from the fiery clouds. Every impact will make the extremely hard floor appear shallow scorch pits and leave a little insignificant flame.

And Ye Wuyou, who is shrouded in the meteor fire, has no other way but to be exhausted.

At first, the flames were not dense, so he was leisurely. However, with the passage of time, the number of flames falling from the red clouds continued to climb, and finally even reached a dense level. In addition, the ground became potholed and countless flames, all of which hindered his dodge.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid there will be more or less good luck. Mostima must have weaknesses, there must be!" While constantly hiding, Ye Wuyou also kept observing Mostima in mid-air.

Suddenly, he suddenly found that Mostima rarely used the flame axe to attack, but put the flame axe in front of his right chest from beginning to end. Thinking of this, he made a crazy move!

Watching Ye Wuyou being bombarded by Mostima, whose power seemed to be inexhaustible, almost everyone lost confidence, and even Qin Mengyao, who had always been determined, showed despair. Especially after he was hit several times, causing a great slowdown.

"Humble human beings, accept Mostima's anger!"

Seeing that Ye Wuyou's speed was greatly reduced, Mostima, who fell into rage, did not doubt him at all, so he suspended the flame axe in his hand in mid-air, raised his hands high, and gathered flame energy crazily.

In just a moment, a huge fireball with a diameter of two meters appeared out of thin air and hit Ye Wuyou with the wave of his hands full of runes.

The fireball hasn't arrived yet, and the heat wave comes first!

Looking at the fireball like a miniature sun falling towards Ye Wuyou, Qin Mengyao finally closed her eyes, and crystal tears kept flowing down her fingers.

As for his people, he is also not very uncomfortable. Although some people hope that the iron fist will fall, when they really see their compatriots being slaughtered by foreigners, the racial blood hidden in their souls burst out.

"Here comes the opportunity!"

As the person concerned, Ye Wuyou is different from the despair of others. Instead, he showed his eyes. When the fireball was about to come, the speed of the original decline actually increased in an instant. He could not only avoid the bombing range of the fireball, but also jumped high!

"Go to hell!"

Chaotic crescent blade!

With the fusion of two opposite quantities, a crescent-shaped silver-gray energy blade suddenly dragged a long purple tail and shot at Mostima like lightning.

The strong breath of death and surging vitality form a strange combination, but it gives people an incredible fit and perfection, just as it should be!

This change suddenly stunned everyone, and Qin Mengyao's tearful eyes also emitted incredible brilliance, making her beautiful.

Mostima, who had fallen into complete rage, actually regained consciousness in the face of the chaotic crescent blade. However, the first thing it did was not to dodge or defense, but muttered to himself in disbelief: "How can this power appear on humble human beings, and Satan is on... I Unexpectedly, I saw this scene..."

How fast the chaotic crescent blade was, and it came to Mostima in an instant. When it was about to be split in half, the two hands full of runes actually clamped the chaotic crescent blade less than a centimeter from the chest and abdomen!

"Not yet... It's far from that kind of power. In this case, I, Mostima, will not admit defeat! Haha!"

The great power of the devil and the immortal fire of hell are madly preventing the progress of the chaotic crescent blade. If it were a general attack, I'm afraid it would have been worn out long ago. However, although the chaotic crescent blade can't really survive, its endurance is amazing and destructive power is extremely horrible.

This is a life-and-death struggle!

If Mostima loses, he will only end up being dismembered; if the chaotic crescent blade loses, Ye Wuyou and Qin Mengyao will only be tortured to death!

Ye Wuyou, who consumed heavily, slowly fell to the ground, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the glued wrestling. At this time, even if he takes a recovery agent, it will not be good. He can only wait for victory or the arrival of death.

"Must win!"

Qin Mengyao, who was hiding in the corner, kept praying and looked at the arrogant back from time to time, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of complex looks.

"Must win!"

"Dish it!"

......

The people watching the battle supported Ye Wuyou with one voice for the first time. Even the second number, who had been jealous, abandoned that insignificant selfishness.