Chapter 273 Flaming Ice Maple Chopping

The thousand riders who are integrated with the water dragon are more and more brave. While taking advantage of the victory, they don't forget to encourage Lingyu: "Hold on for a while, this guy will soon be finished!"

Ling Yu has gradually become accustomed to the pain caused by burns on his body, and his movements have become more stretched. He has been wandering alone in Chimir City since he was a child. He has never learned knife skills from anyone. Now the moves he uses are original. They are more like innate or from the dance he is best at.

I don't know why, when I looked carefully at the spiritual feather fighting with the fire tiger, his flame-red figure and face, as well as his dance-like light knife, reminded Qianqi of the description of the rosefinch in the four sons of the god Qiansu he had seen in his father's collection. He was shrouded in a circle of golden and red light, and he would bring up countless crystal sequins when he waved his knife, which made the people watching feel like a dream.

Ling Yu didn't know whether it was because the fire tiger transformed by Yinzhen was slowly weakening, or whether his ability had improved from the initial battle with it. He only felt that it had become easier to deal with the gods and demons in front of him. Even if the feather knife did not hit the opponent's body, the blade gas it brought could make the opponent's movements briefly stiff. Seeing the tiger that had lost its power jumped up and down to avoid his moves, he became more confident and decisive.

Qianqi chose to be in the state of assisting Lingyu in this stage of the battle, but at this time, the opponent's offensive had been completely suppressed by both of them, which made him determined to take this opportunity to directly eliminate the fire tiger. He controlled the water dragon to rise into the sky and gathered strength. At the same time, he shouted to Ling Yu, "Ling Yu, get out of the way!"

Yin Zhen turned his head along his voice and saw the water dragon rushing to himself from top to bottom, with its teeth and claws. Seeing that she was stunned and dodged, Qianqi was very sure that he would be able to completely destroy it this time.

Unexpectedly, in a hurry, Yin Zhen suddenly awakened the magic ability again. She shouted at the water dragon controlled by Qianqi: "Stop!"

Qianqi only felt that a high wall formed by a hurricane instantly stopped him, which made him in a dilemma. Not only that, Yin Zhen used the last power of the fire tiger to rush to him and Shuilong, with a posture of wanting to die together. The fire tiger expanded a few times when it passed the hurricane wall. Yinzhen jumped out a second before it collided with the fire tiger, but Qianqi was unable to move because he was controlled by the demon in a short time.

"Bum!"

Ling Yu heard a loud noise like an explosion. The fire tiger and the water dragon disappeared at the same time, leaving only Qianqi, who was affected by the impact, slam directly against the wall. Ling Yu immediately threw the jade eakyrie brocade to him, and countless brocades rushed his body into the wall and surrounded him. At this time, Lingyu felt how powerful the impact caused by the explosion was. Although he pulled the jade dye brocade hard, he was still dragged far away. Fortunately, he stopped this force at the last moment, so that Qianqi was not injured by the impact again.

He slowly put Qianqi on the ground and called out, "Stupid Dragon, Stupid Dragon..."

Qianqi fainted because of the explosion, his eyes were closed, and there was no reaction.

Yin Zhen was also injured because he forcibly exerted the power of words with his red-squalled body in a short period of time. After landing, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Bah!" She spit out the remaining blood in her mouth and raised her hand to simply wipe the corners of her mouth.

She really didn't expect that she, who had the power of gods and demons, would be forced to such a situation by the two smelly and dry children in front of her. The red scales's body had been seriously damaged, almost all the ribs were broken, and some of them were pierced into the internal organs and caused internal bleeding. It was difficult to continue fighting. However, Lingyu opposite ignited a more vigorous fighting spirit because of the injury of Qianqi. His eyes were tightly staring at Yinzhen, as if to burn her to ashes.

"Let's take it!" He shouted loudly and headed for the Yinzhen attack.

"Yinzhen, when you just hedged with Qianqi, you forced yourself to get out of the fire tiger and the damage to your soul must be great. Let me control the body of the red scales!" Meng Er persuaded.

"Good!" Although Yinzhen is unwilling, she does feel tired, which is a difficult feeling for her to have as a god.

She seemed to have hallucinations. In a trance, she returned to the God's Court. After painful training with the children of other gods and demons every day, she felt like this when she lay down in **. Even on the surface, she will always be the strongest one among the children, but she often has the idea of closing her eyes and never waking up again.

Suddenly, she remembered herself who had just begun to enter the Divine Court. What she wanted was just a day of freedom. She could run freely like a small beast in the mountains, shuttled through the woods like a wind, and floated through the purple sky like clouds. But later, her greed was uncontrollable. She was single-minded to get permanent freedom, and even did not hesitate to fall for it. The most impossible for her to forgive herself was that she actually had evil thoughts on the dreams of brothers and sisters.

"It would be great if I could close my eyes and never think about these things again."

She said to herself in her heart, and then she suddenly realized that at the moment before she died, what she finally felt was not unwillingness and resentment, but real freedom and liberation.

Meng Er was still insisting on resisting the attack of the feather knife from Ling Yu, but she was horrified to find that the chant that shared a body with him was slowly disappearing. This time's disappearance was not only as simple as being separated from the body, but also smashed little by little in the air like foam, which was a sign of the death of the soul.

"Yingzhen, don't leave me!" Meng Er lost the lotus heart sword in his hand, fell to the ground, put his hands around his body, and cried to keep the Yinzhen.

Seeing that he suddenly gave up resistance, Ling Yu followed him and put a feather knife against his neck and asked, "What? No more fighting?"

No matter how Meng Er shouted, Yin Zhen still continued to disappear. This powerless feeling completely crushed Meng Er. He closed his eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense. If you win, kill it!"

Ling Yu turned the feather knife in his hand. Meng Er thought he was going to cut his throat, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had transformed the feather knife into a jade owl brocade and used it to give him a big tie.

Although the battle was a little long, Ling Yu completed the task assigned to him at the beginning of Ouyang Hongye. He caught Meng'er alive and stood proudly in the hall of the Songshan Temple, waiting for Qianqi to wake up and fight with other companions.

There have been nearly 10,000 rounds of battles between Ouyang Xiao Leng and Feng Lan, and each round is only a few seconds. It seems that he and he are like two rays of light, sometimes colliding, sometimes twisting up, and sometimes passing by...

After the power of gods and demons is fully opened, the power of Ouyang Xiaoleng and Fenglan is comparable, but it is also difficult to break through because the power is too similar. When he used the double swords, he also integrated the Taiji swordsmanship he had seen before. In the face of the hardness of Feng Lan's move, he was still able to overcome the strength with softness and continuous, but the repeated competition between the two could only be tied.

Ouyang Xiao Leng, who entered the battle state of gods and demons, had no time to think, but Ouyang Hongye, who had finished fighting with Yinzhen, saw this clearly. If he wanted to completely defeat his opponent, he and Wangyue needed help from the side. Although he and the power of Wangyue can't be compared with the power of gods and demons, just like the principle of leverage, as long as the two of them find a way to break the balance between Ouyang Xiaolan and Fenglan even a little, they can help Ouyang Xiaolan pry open the big stone of Fenglan.

He said to Wangyue beside him, "Wangyue, you and I work together to form a demon alliance with Xiao Leng!"

"But if you want to achieve the demon alliance, you have to be connected, but Xiao Leng is completely immersed in the battle at this moment. How can he do this?" Wang Yue answered with some embarrassment.

"Then you have to take a certain risk. I wonder if you are willing to do it?" Ouyang Hongye said firmly on his face that there was already a countermeasure in his heart.

"If you are willing or unwilling, I also want to enter the source crime blood pool quickly. While rescuing Xia Qiu, I can also get a way to detoxify the little snow rabbit!" Wang Yue responded to him with a smile.

"Good! What we have to do is to put our two forces on Xiao Leng's two swords respectively. Ouyang Hongye had long known what choice Wangyue would make, and he said his bold idea impatiently.

"Brother, how dare you think about it! This..." Wangyue has never formed a similar demon alliance with others. To be precise, this is not an alliance with Ouyang Xiao Leng himself, but turning his own strength into part of his weapon.

How's it going? Do you think it's feasible?" Ouyang Hongye blinked and asked.

"Haha... you have the final say! Just do it!" Wang Yue was made to laugh by Ouyang Hongye. He didn't expect that his brother could have these fantastic ideas in such a fierce battle.

"Then let's start!"

Ouyang Hongye said and put away his smile on his face, turned to Ouyang Xiao Leng, took a long breath, and concentrated on condensing his demonic power. While his strength reached its peak, he released the two swords in Ouyang Xiao Leng's hand, who was fighting quickly with Wang Yue.

One green and one purple demon power rotated to Ouyang's cold night god ice and Zhong scale sword. If it hadn't been for the tacit understanding that the three people had fought side by side for a long time, it would not have been possible to accurately input the demon power into the weapon in the fierce battle.

The night god ice gradually flashed purple light, while the bell scale sword simply turned green.

Ouyang Xiao Leng felt that their weight was changing dramatically. Although it had been aggravated a lot, his arms seemed to be assisted by Ouyang Hongye and Wangyue, becoming stronger and more powerful than before. Every time he waved his sword, even if Feng Lan could barely block it with the spear in his hand, he had to take a few steps back. The balance between them was interrupted.

It seems that there is no need to think more at all. The two swords condensed with the demon power of Ouyang Hongye and Wangyue in his hand are driving him to move towards Fenglan. The brain, which could not keep up with his own speed thinking, has now become extremely clear. Every action becomes comfortable, and how to achieve the best effect of the next action is clearly transmitted from the brain to the body.

This is really an unprecedented experience. The battle is no longer like a mud, sticky and boring, but like a downpour, refreshing and dripping.

"Flame Ice Maple Cut!"

Ouyang Xiao Leng used the night god ice that concluded the demon alliance with Ouyang Hongye to form countless purple leaf-shaped flames in the sword, and hit Feng Lan one by one, making him dodge and stumble back.