Behind, the densely packed sect disciples could no longer be seen, and they roared and charged out one by one.
"Don't be afraid of him! He's only one person!"
Someone shouted in the darkness.
"Hehe. If you are looking for death, I will help you."
The Balrog stretched out his hand, and the fire whip as red as lava reappeared, and he whipped it out with a snap.
"careful!"
Yang Ji's blood surged upwards, and he screamed fiercely. Without thinking, he pointed his hand, and the four ancient spring swords stabbed the fire whip in the air one after another.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four consecutive shots hit the fire whip as thin as a gossamer with precision, causing the fire whip to deviate from its original trajectory. However, more than a dozen people were still unable to dodge and were struck by the fire whip. The blood in their bodies was ignited by the Yang Fire and transformed.
It was a ball of flames, burning, howling miserably, falling to the ground, and turning into ashes.
"ah!"
Seeing this scene, a disciple of the famous sect felt as if he had been struck by lightning, as if he had been doused with a basin of ice water on a hot day and woke up instantly.
"Retreat! Retreat!..."
"Get out of the way!"
"We are no match for him!"
………
The hall was in chaos. The disciples of the sect were scrambling one after another. They were so horrified that they all exited the stone hall. This method of death was too cruel. Not only was the corpse cut into pieces, but the corpse was also burned on the ground.
Everyone was frightened.
"Hahaha..., once you break into this place, no one can leave!"
The fire demon buzzed and laughed ferociously, rolling the fire whip in his hand, and the flames on his body surged several feet with a roar, and the scorching flames that burned the sky and boiled the sea were about to sweep out again.
"Pan Chen, give me the flame-avoiding beads!"
At the critical moment, Zhao Hua roared, and at the same time he stretched out his palms, jumped up from the ground, and rushed out angrily.
"Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist!"
There was a roar, the earth shook, and a huge momentum emanated from Zhao Hua. The momentum was heavy and powerful, as if it was integrated with the entire earth.
Zhao Hua finally used his most powerful secret skill.
"hold head high!"
The void changed, and a house-sized "Baxia" behind Zhao Hua came to life with its head raised and hissing. In this rocky underground, Zhao Hua's "Baxia Futian Fist" actually showed extraordinary strength.
"Junior Sister Lin, Junior Brother Lu, Junior Brother Tian!"
In the flash of lightning, Pan Chen shouted, and together with Lin Qingyan, Lu Wu, Tian Junwen, and Xu Ziyi, the five of them rushed forward.
"The clown!"
Faced with the crowd's siege, the giant Balrog smiled disdainfully, and the whole hall buzzed and shook. The Balrog raised another punch and blasted it out with great force.
"boom!"
Waves of fire shot out, and in the earth-shattering explosion, the six people seemed to be hit by a mountain, and were thrown out again. This time it was more violent than the last time, the six people's internal organs were shaken, and Zhao Hua was the first to bear the brunt. He spit out "poof"
A mouthful of blood.
But this time, no one retreated.
"It's over, I didn't expect to die here!"
The overwhelming high-temperature flames rushed towards his face, and a flash of lightning flashed in Zhao Hua's mind. The opponent was far more powerful than previously expected. He had almost reached the peak of "Martial General", and even the flame-avoiding beads were
It is difficult to completely defeat the opponent.
A stream of fire breath was inhaled from his mouth and nose, and his body was rolling, as if it was burning. But Zhao Hua knew deeply that he could not retreat now. If he retreated, he would die.
The opponent is far more powerful than imagined. If they cannot organize an effective defense, they will definitely die.
"boom!"
A magma arm slammed down hard, and the flames that covered the sky and the earth swept away again. Zhao Hua took his mind back, no longer thinking about it, roared, and rushed forward.
"Your Majesty, come on!"
"Kill them all!"
"Burn them to ashes!"
…
Seeing this scene, the "evil masters" who had just been defeated and fled were blocked in the fork in the cave. They were all gearing up and shouting excitedly.
"Let's go, let's go and help Mr. Right to kill them all!"
An evil master was so itchy that he couldn't bear to see it. He geared up and suddenly jumped out of the fork in the road.
"roll!"
An angry shout came. There was a flash of fire in the darkness, and a long whip mark swept over. Seeing this scene, the evil master of the Blood Furnace Realm was so frightened that he retreated in panic.
Everyone has seen how powerful this whip of the flame demon is. If it is swept by the whip, is there still life?
"I am enough here alone. Don't get in the way or make trouble for me!"
The cold voice of the demon came from the front, the flames roared, and with a bang, another punch that shattered the sky and shattered the earth was blasted forward.
The scorching heat of the Balrog is not only a huge threat to Zhao Hua and others, but also to the warriors of the evil lineage.
Only an open space can unleash the power of the flames. Other evil disciples rushed forward rashly, not only failing to help but adding to the chaos.
"Groan!"
A long roar like a dragon came, and the demon's heart was moved. He looked up and saw four white rainbows flying in the air, connected in a line, and hitting down from the top of his head with the force of thunder.
"Hey, it's you again!"
Enma laughed, spread his legs, and punched the sky. Strong flames spurted out, shattering the four ancient spring swords again. At the same time, he flicked his arm, and the red "Erotic Whip" appeared again, turning into a line of fire toward the sky.
Yang Ji rolled away in the distance.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's body swung forward, and he was like a "immortal changing his shadow". He was able to block the blow at the last moment. The sharp fire whip swung across his back, and the clothes on Yang Ji's back tore open with a hiss.
The scorching heat streaked through the void, and Yang Ji even felt like a piece of skin on his back was about to split.
"so close……"
Yang Ji's heart broke out in a cold sweat. Even he couldn't resist the whip from a strong general-level man.
"We must break the current situation!"
Yang Ji squatted a few feet away from the spot, looking straight ahead, his dark pupils reflecting the scenery ahead. The entire stone hall was getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature was getting higher and higher, and the whole thing seemed to be burning.
Zhao Hua, Pan Chen and others were blocking in front, but they were struggling to hold on. They could only parry but not backhand. If this situation continued, everyone would be killed one by one.
"Weakness, we must find his weakness!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. His mind was working at full speed, and every picture of the battle ahead was reflected in his mind. Ten pictures, a hundred pictures, a thousand pictures..., high-density frames were constantly accumulated and projected.
Yang Ji's mental power was consumed rapidly, but even so, Yang Ji still couldn't project a "Fire Demon" in his mind.
"He punches so fast!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
It is said that two fists cannot beat four hands, and a good man cannot fight against the number of people. One hand cannot attack as many times as nine people at the same time.
But this fire demon successfully resisted it. Sometimes, Yang Ji couldn't even see the speed of his punches clearly.
This is the shooting speed of the "Yin Fire Yang Talisman" general-level warrior.
"Buzz!"
Another wave of coolness poured down from the center of his eyebrows, and the mental energy in Yang Ji's mind was instantly replenished. However, the fatigue of cells and muscles caused by repeated projections could not be eliminated instantly, but bit by bit.
accumulated. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!