Chapter 42 Blue Sea of Fire

These two sounds made Xi Tong's face turn white in an instant. Then, Xuan Ming saw the blood-stained hand bone, and a black smoke ignited on the two finger bones shot by the white light. With a "sw" sound, there was a strange fragrance in the air, and then the fragrance gradually deepened and turned into a strong burning smell. In the burnt smell, there is also a disgusting smell of blood.

Xuanming frowned, and then looked at the two blackened finger bones on the painful hand bones, and suddenly realized that it was the smell of the two finger bones being burned.

His magic weapon was burned, and Xitong was also heartbroken. He carefully looked up at the two rounds of tomorrow hanging high in mid-air. He gritted his teeth and showed his cloak, and the wide cloak was thrown out. In an instant, there was a cloudy wind, with a trace of moisture, and the gloomy wind roared. For a moment, it was still a bright sun and extremely hot place. At this moment, it was already a gust of gloomy wind and dark clouds drooped. Slowly, the cumulus clouds filled the air.

Just in a moment, those two rounds have been covered by dark clouds tomorrow. For a moment, the cool wind blew the earth thousands of miles away again.

"Ruan Mozun's so high Taoism can attract this dark cloud to cover the sun for a moment. If Yang Jia Erlang had also had this skill in those years, his mother would not have died in vain under the top ten days.

"Where, compared with Xuanming, your water spirit can call out this kind of sun fire, I'm just a small trick." While talking, Xitong returned the hand bone burned by the sun. Looking at the hand bone, Xitong's smiling eyes instantly became gloomy. Thinking of Moss's sword sent to Xuanming, he couldn't help but feel jealous and resentful. He analyzed that Tong had been making a cow and horse for Guang Chengzi for a thousand years. The only magic weapon was bought with his mother's life. He worked hard for the magic religion until Moss personally passed on his own skills. He thought that he had finally had a comeback. Unexpectedly, it was just It's a chess piece in Moss' hand. Because of this, he has become a ghost at this moment.

Only this magic weapon, the magic weapon he refined himself, after having his own spiritual knowledge, has guarded himself and never abandoned him.

But now, this magic weapon is also injured because of him!

How can he not be angry? He analyzed how Tong didn't hate it!

Angry, Xitong put away his injured hand bones and shook the cloak that fell back on his back. His head was slightly raised. In his open mouth, four shiny long teeth showed a silvery bloodthirsty light. He looked at Xuanming again, and his eyes were red. The same red tongue brushed the long teeth, and he smiled bloodthirstyly at Xuan Ming: "The blood of the spirit of the holy water must be very sweet..."

Xuanming frowned and sank his face. Suddenly remembered that he was in the sea of blood at that time, and Xi Tong was afraid of the daylight only after he showed his corpse teeth. Sure enough, it's this corpse tooth. But this is not a zombie, what is it?

Thinking of what Tongtian said and what he saw at this moment, Ruan Xitong will not be stiff all over his body, and stiffness is the biggest feature of zombies, so what is not a zombie? Tongtian also said that in the First World War 100,000 years ago, he had never seen the demons in this situation. Since Moss can be taught in person, is this still some kind of forbidden art in the demon?

Analysis of Tong's various thoughts, he knew that no matter how capable he was, he would not cover these two rounds of tomorrow in the sky for a long time. He must fight quickly, and he still needs to go back and take a closer look at the hand bone injury. Thinking of this, he jumped in the air, grabbed ten fingers, and rushed to Xuan Ming.

The leap told brought a sound of hunting wind in the air. Xuanming narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed again in his heart that the speed of Tong was no worse than that of Dijiang, which is famous for his speed talent. Looking at Xitong rushing towards him, Xuanming couldn't help but be surprised. Xitong actually chose to fight in close combat!

It's too late for Xuanming to digest this shock. It's just a blink of an eye. Xi Tong has arrived in front of Xuanming, and his ten fingers are like grasping Xuanming's heart. Xuan Ming's heart beat and suddenly turned back. Looking at the long shiny nails, Xuan Ming knew that if he had another minute and a second at night, his heart would be taken out by Xi Tong and fed the group of ghost-like grievances.

Xuan Ming just dodged, and Xi Tong bullied himself. He closed his hands and punched Xuan Ming again. In an all moment, there were gusts of wind roaring, and the powerful wind was full of pressure, which made Xuanming on the opposite side feel the top of Mount Tai again.

Fighting close is not Xuan Ming's specialty. For a moment, he can only retreat repeatedly. Because Tong's boxing style is too strong, Xuan Ming, who was too late to return, had to retreat again and danced his fist. At the same time, he was also surprised and felt the strength of Xitong's fist. He was shocked that Xitong was so powerful.

Unfortunately, Xuan Ming does not know that the speed and strength are one of the thousands of characteristics of the skills he is practicing at this moment. Xitong's fists bombarded Xuanming with a strong hurricane. That speed made Xuanming unable to accept it at all. However, Xuan Ming understood that it was not a way to dodge like this. With the skills of the two of them, I'm afraid there is no end at all.

Thinking about it, Xuan Ming finally stopped dodging, resisted the hot fist wind beside him, and turned around and sent him out with a sword. Just at the moment of sacrificing the cold sword, Xitong's fist had greeted Xuanming, which really hurt!

The long sword has no possibility of approaching this fist.

He dodged the sword swept by Xuanming, retreated and left Xuanming far away. Standing still, he turned over his hand, and several fireballs strangely floated in the palm of his hand. It's burning.

Xuan Ming didn't know what he was doing, so he had to stop and look at him alertly.

The fire in the palm of the hand is still burning fiercely. Then, it gradually became smaller and blue. Blue seemed to be transparent, but the fire gradually became smaller, and Xuanming, who was standing far away, could feel that it was getting hotter and hotter in the air. The hot and sultry breath gradually surrounded him and devoured him, as if to cook him. Xuanming even thought that the blood on his body had rolled away at this moment.

Because of this flame, the air gradually became dull as if it had been plundered by the air, and suffocated in an instant. On that day, the feeling of suffocation trapped in the red net by Dijiang hit Xuanming again. The dull feeling, the pain of not being able to breathe, and the blood that seemed to be about to roll away made Xuanming painful. Even for a moment, Xuan Ming only felt uncomfortable and lost consciousness.

What kind of fire is that?

Xuan Ming was shocked and surprised that this small flame had such a powerful pressure and power. However, Rao Xuanming wanted to break his head, but he couldn't figure out which book recorded this. It is certain that this kind of flame has not been recorded in the book, or that there has never been such a flame in this astral world.

Xuanming adjusts his breath, slowly luck with the spiritual power in his body, and the expulsion is hot and painful because of the flames. At this time, Xitong finally moved again. He slowly covered the flame with his left hand without holding the flame. When he was three inches away from the flame, he stopped and then flew five fingers.

At the same time, the flame jumped and danced in the palm of his right hand. That's a strange action, a strange skill. Compared with the witchcraft used by Dijiang, it is even more strange. Gradually, Xuan Ming only felt that his eyes were blurred, and the strange feeling would make him forget that he was in danger at this moment.

Unfortunately, he still maintains a trace of spiritual clearness. When he was about to get lost in the hot pain, his heart suddenly jumped and woke up again in a blue fire.

In the fire, Xuan Ming felt as if his soul was being burned by fire. However, it is true that the soul is burning, because even though he stands in the fire, his clothes are still intact.

He moved to get out of the fire, but during this move, he found that he didn't know when his feet could no longer move. It's like being locked, and you can't even lift your feet.

There is nothing he can do, and he can only try to recall the solar beads at this moment.

At this time, Xitong in the distance smiled and proudly pointed to Xuanming and laughed: "Do you think the solar beads can still get you? Delusion! This is blue desire and fire. You can taste the pain of the burning soul here!"