024 The Body of Underworld Fire

At this time, Yang Zifan was full of pride and had no worries. He raised his hand and turned into a lotus fire to pat the back of Tianyi.

"The body of the underworld fire occupies the opportunity, but the technique is so clumsy!" Tianyi Laodao snorted coldly. This sentence said about Yang Zifan's pain. For more than half a year, he had only cut down trees and learned calligraphy in the Tianyuan School. As for martial arts, he really didn't learn any magic tricks.

However, what confuses him more is the strange name of the body of the underworld. He searched his mind and couldn't figure out what it was.

His palm has no moves, and it is completely an ordinary doll-like fighting technique.

I didn't see what the old man did. Yang Zifan only felt cold, and his feet lost consciousness, and he was suddenly turbulent.

Tianyi said, "Same-sized Mars, do you think it's a home?" He said the last two words very heavily, and as he finished his words, a huge force gushed out and hit Yang Zifan's chest mercilessly.

The force was clumsy and calm. Under one blow, Yang Zifan's chest was in sharp pain, his whole body was cold and vertical, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, and he almost fainted.

Tianyi Zhenren said, "A monk, you are the only one who lives when fighting. You have been killed dozens of times. Are you a woman or a man?"

Yang Zifan's whole body was in severe pain and was about to faint. He was excited by Tianyi Zhenren. He woke up and cursed, "I'm a man!" Zhenyuan's body didn't know whether he was affected by gas or felt by himself. Unexpectedly, a burst of blue light bursting out and broke the dark energy of Tianyi Zhenren in an instant.

Between breathing, more than 100 fireballs have been thrown out of their hands.

"Oh!"

Tianyi Lao said with amazing, obviously surprised by Yang Zifan's sudden outbreak. The fireballs all over the room rushed towards him, but it fell half a foot away from him. I don't know what means he used, but half of them turned into invisible. The other half, driven by dark force, flew back one after another, a hundred times more powerful than before, and crashed into Yang Zifan's body.

Yang Zifan dodged most of it in a panic, but several balls still fell on his body, which scared him and screamed repeatedly. He quickly took off the gray Taoist robe outside, and the Taoist robe was burned to ashes as soon as he took off his hand.

He knows very well about his fire, and even a stone can burn it in the blink of an eye, not to mention his own body.

Tianyi Laodao somehow suddenly became furious and said, "Fool, fool! When did the Tianyuan faction accept a fool like you? Why don't you just kill me with a knife, so that you don't have to go out and destroy the prestige of the Tianyuan faction? When his right arm was raised, it turned out to be a withered palm. When the palm is raised.

"Hang!"

A sound of sword shocked Yang Zifan's ears.

With the roar of the sword, a sword is more than three fingers wide and about three feet long, and the whole body is blood red. The hilt is made of cyan jade, and a strange flying sword flying dragon slowly rises from his body.

As soon as the sword came out, the air was a little noisy.

Yang Zifan looked at him warily and heard Tianyi say in his ear, "The fire of green lotus is the most in the world. Unfortunately, the old man has only seen it once, and the second is the underworld fire. You have the body of the underworld fire but don't know how to use it. Stupid, a big fool.

The more Tianyi Laodao talked, the more excited he became.

The raised dry palm suddenly patted down.

This is like a signal, a murderous switch.

In an instant, the blood-red flying sword hanging in front of Yang Zifan suddenly became murderous, and his whole body ignited a blazing fire. In the blink of an eye, it rushed towards him like an arrow full of strings.

Yang Zifan was shocked and quickly retreated, but he only took two steps back and hit an invisible barrier behind him.

The murderous sound rumbled in front.

The road behind him was blocked.

Yang Zifan took a breath of cold air and could only force out all his skills, turning into more than ten thick walls of fire in an instant. Naturally, his move was to imitate the tricks used by Haotian that he had seen in Cuiping Hall.

I hope to block this deadly sword.

What kind of cultivation Tianyi Laodao is? Even Qingwei and a real person can't have a chance of winning in his hands, not to mention the little Yang Zifan.

As soon as the sword came out, it suddenly became like a galloping dragon, and suddenly like a nine-day flying phoenix. He bumped into more than a dozen walls of fire with a sharp roar.

The wall of fire is made of paper, and it is smashed into sparks all over the sky. However, the sword did not lose momentum at all. Instead, it attracted most of the flames and increased more than ten times in an instant. From afar, it looked like a monster waving a sharp hand and grabbing him.

Yang Zifan's face changed greatly. Under the threat of such a huge force, he did not have the ability to resist at all.

The flame, dust and thatch in the air seemed to slow down hundreds of times at that moment. He looked around and felt as if he had returned to the day when he fought with the red-squamous snake.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and the green forest was scorched. He held the thousand-year-old iron pine and inserted it into the red-scale snake. The hot flame of the red-scale snake swept everything. There was only flame in his eyes, the red and hot flame.

Is this rewinding the memory at the time of death? He smiled bitterly in his heart: "I don't seem to have done anything when I came to this world."

At that moment, the thing in my eyes returned to its original speed, and there was no longer the miracle of that day. The pillar of fire roared, arrogant, with wanton ridicule.

bumped into Yang Zifan.

Time solidified again in his eyes, and a trace of coldness came from his chest and drilled in. He drilled deep and deep, and he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Yang Zifan looked at his chest, and the flying sword penetrated into his body without reservation. Blood splashed and occupied his eyeballs.

He looked indifferently, as if the pierced chest was not his, but it was obviously his.

"Why can't you feel the pain?"

He looked doubtfully, and the pain seemed to be summoned by the soul and floated up from some mysterious places in the depths of his head, with a five-line spectrum posture.

He flew up and broke through the grass wall behind him. The surrounding environment was rewinding. The gray back in front of him was so eye-catching, but why couldn't he hold any hatred?

He can't think of the answer. Even if his chest begins to hurt, he can't hide his drowsiness.

"Did I die like this?"

Yang Zifan slowly closed his eyes, and his body had flown out of the hut. The distant sky was always high, darkened little by little in his eyes, and finally there was only darkness left. Time returned to its original state at this moment. The flying sword on his chest began to bloom with great glory and scorching heat.

Liang Yichen looked at Yang Zifan flying out of the hut in horror, and the blood-red fire sword on his chest was so eye-catching. He never thought that he would kill people by teaching his old man in disguise. He looked back at his good friend Li Chengcheng and saw that his eyes were also shocked.

He tried to gather the last bit of strength on his body and flew up to save Yang Zifan.

A huge orange glow suddenly burst out on Yang Zifan's body, which was huge and hot, which shocked the leaping Liang Yichen back to the ground.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

The orange light seems to ignite a trace of cyan. As soon as it appears, it grows little by little at a visual speed, and the speed is getting faster and faster. Almost in the blink of an eye, the huge orange light has been occupied by cyan.

At this time, Liang Yichen had just fallen to the ground. He did not pay attention to the severe pain on his body and jumped up again. Li Chengcheng also followed closely, just when their hands were about to touch Yang Zifan.

"Ah..."

A cry of pain, but it seems to bring thousands of hopes. The blue light seemed to be summoned and began to tremble little by little from the edge. With trembling, the whole blue light that wrapped Yang Zifan burned in an in an flash.

The flame is blue, hot, with a huge impact. Liang Yichen and Li Chengcheng, who were already exhausted, were smashed back to the ground by the impact. They fainted in front of their eyes and could no longer be turbulent.

Yang Zifan in the sky almost stopped falling at the same time as the blue flame appeared. With the cry, he stopped quietly in the sky.

There was silence under the peak, and several birds slowly flew by with several strange songs to break all the silence.

In the blue flame, a burning arm suddenly stretched out, followed by another one, and then turned into a neck and head, and finally the whole blue flame turned into a human figure.

He seemed to be in some pain. He put his palm into the flame of his chest and slowly yearned for pulling, but under his palm was the blood-red flying sword.

The sword was pulled out by him, and he looked at it doubtfully.

A burst of laughter came from the silent thatched hut in front of him: "Hahaha... It's really the body of the underworld fire, it's really the body of the underworld."