"Crystal Spear?"

Youlan and Zi Linglong both looked at Ning Yue at the first time.

The poisonous flames outside the guard of the dark blue sandstorm continued to explode, and moths rushed into the sandstorm like fire. More and more, compressing the range of the sandstorm spiral step by step. However, both women caught the key in Ning Yue's speech. The mysterious man had a crystal spear similar to the dark blue.

Youlan whispered: "The Sand Clan will have a crystal spear with a fundamental life. If you read it correctly, this person should be from the same clan as me, but the clan members should have a good relationship with their masters. How could they say we are a demon?"

Zi Linglong looked at the poisonous flame outside the sandstorm shield and couldn't help but look excited: "Since he is also a member of the Sand tribe, it's really a big trouble for us. Your control over Sand will definitely be restrained by the other party, but you should feel compassion because of his identity."

Zi Linglong said this, glanced at the storm shield that was being attacked and continued, "This person is not an ordinary trouble. If you want to do it, hurry up, otherwise it will be a bit tricky if you let him continue to increase his momentum."

Ning Yue looked at Youlan when he heard this. He didn't expect that the masked man had the identity of the Sand Clan before. In this case, Youlan should be a little hesitant.

As a result, Youlan's answer was so plain and cold that it seemed as if there was no emotion: "Let's join forces to stop him first. If it is dangerous, it doesn't matter if it's killed. However, as a Sand tribe, he actually calls us demons. I want to know why, and if you can stay, you can ask."

Youlan looked up and looked at Zi Linglong, and both of them became tacit.

Zi Linglong turned around and shouted directly at the sand tribe masked man floating on the air opposite: "You have been crazy for so long, let's call you good-looking next!"

As Zi Linglong's voice sounded, a ball of purple divine power that was like clouds and mist immediately enveloped her body. Zi Linglong, who was simply fighting with the magical power of flame, integrated the illusion rules into the flame rules and truly revealed the combat power.

Ning Yue turned his head and looked at Zi Linglong, and found that there was only a purple light remaining in his eyes. Zi Linglong and the purple flames around him cut through the space, like a sharp arrow hitting the position of the Sand Clan masked man.

The ethereal purple flames emitted from Zi Linglong's body kept jumping, sweeping through the flames in the space they were passing through, magically stopping the bubbling explosion. The magical power of the monster that was eroded by poison was swept by Zi Yan, and it was actually dissipated at a faster pace, just like the other party that had not discovered the other party with the poisonous flame, and it lost the opportunity to mix the explosion.

The masked man of the sand tribe naturally discovered Zi Linglong who was raiding around him quickly. He stood in front of him with one hand, and the poisonous flames in the surrounding space quickly gathered in front of him, turning into a violently burning wall of fire.

But Zi Linglong's attack was like an extremely sharp blade. When Zi Yan hit the fire wall, the two of them's regular divine powers continued to collide violently in countless tiny spaces. After a loud bang, Zi Linglong's purple flames transformed countless tiny cracks into a huge crack, cut off the thick fire wall with one knife, and continued to break into the position of the Sand Clan masked man.

At such a critical moment, the masked man of the Sand tribe was still floating in his original place without panic, snorting coldly, and holding the standing palm hard at Zi Linglong. The flames in the sky instantly turned into a huge palm, catching Zi Linglong in front of him from all directions.

However, this battle was not just a battle between the Sand Clan masked man and Zi Linglong. After Zi Linglong took action, Youlan kept holding his hand on the crystal spear. When the Sand Clan masked man suddenly released a counterattack, he jumped over and shattered the magic array. The spear swung, and the sandstorm shield extended to Zi Linglong's body. The dark blue sandstorm wind successfully opened up a straight path in the churning poisonous flames, opening up a clear path for Zi Linglong.

The huge poisonous flame hand of the Sand Clan masked man was suddenly restrained by Youlan. Zi Linglong's attack instantly turned into a shadow covering his whole body. He had only time to release a layer of poisonous flame shield, and was stabbed through by Zi Linglong's purple flames, directly bombarding him, and bombarding him like a cannonball to a fossil giant tree in the center of the magma lake, smashing a huge crack pit.

The masked man of the sand tribe was hit like this. The huge impact shattered the fossil trees behind him one after another. Most of the huge forest of giant trees collapsed suddenly. Countless shattered hard branches brought out more collisions and roars. The flames and sand and dust all over the sky were mixed together, and they were in chaos.

But at this moment, the body of the Sand Clan masked man, who was obviously severely injured, suddenly stood up straight out of thin air, and the mask on his face suddenly became alive and turned into a twisted face. His mouth suddenly opened, and shattered fine lines quickly cracked with the corners of his mouth, spreading rapidly towards other parts of the mask. At the same time, a manic divine power flew out from these cracks wildly.

"No, he's going to self-destruct!"

Ning Yue sensed an extremely dangerous feeling, and his spiritual consciousness reflected the air poisoning flames with extremely clear reflections at the same time, and immediately shouted at Youlan beside him.

However, before Ning Yue's words could be finished, Zi Linglong in front of her had already reacted faster. She burst into a timely pursuit with the instinct of a strong man. A fox tail burning with purple flames suddenly appeared behind the masked man of the sand clan, stabbing his chest and back. The blazing purple flames were all burned and annihilated by the flames without waiting for his divine power to detonate.

In an instant, the poisonous flames in the air seemed to have lost their backbone and stayed in place and drifted towards the ground.

Ning Yue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The battle between the powerful men of the ninth level is so thrilling. There will be no too much tug-of-war. There will be no resistance at the beginning of the real life-and-death battle. Therefore, Zi Linglong did not leave his life and death for the Sand Clan masked man, but also to prevent the opponent from finally self-destructing. If the poisonous flames in the entire underground space are detonated together, it will not be certain who will win.

Seeing that Zi Linglong's fox fire burned the entire Sha clan members to ashes, Youlan couldn't help but move and flew directly to the ball of purple human-shaped flames that were still burning violently. She reached out and grabbed a small ashes of the Sand clan members' mask.

As a result, Youlan suddenly turned around and shouted at Ning Yue and Zi Linglong: "Note that this is just a mask clone, his body must be nearby!"

Ning Yue's divine thought flashed and immediately set his eyes on the ground. The poisonous flames descending in the air gathered near the location where the three monsters died before, and an oil-green crystal spear was standing on the ground.
Chapter completed!