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The flame whirlwind flew into the air, suddenly rotated and enlarged, swallowing Yan Ting, and sprayed out a rain of fire all over the sky. The fire rain was blown by the strong wind, and did not fall vertically to the ground, but was like a flying fire spirit.
Dancing in the air.
The Wind and Fire Curse is different from the Killing Curse. The Killing Curse is a single-target attack. When the aurora condenses at one point, its power can reach its maximum. The Wind and Fire Curse can truly annihilate all living beings. The wind and fire merge.
Burning mountains and boiling seas.
However, it consumes far more energy than breaking the killing curse.
"Ah uh——"
In the whirlwind of flames, Yan Ting roared in pain. The previous hard battle had consumed most of the vitality in his Yuan Mansion, and his physical load was far less than his peak state. At this moment, he wanted to use the wind and fire spell that was extremely difficult to use in his heyday.
, the price to be paid is undoubtedly huge.
In Yuan Mansion, the remaining vitality seemed to be drained out in an instant, and all the energy was poured into the flame whirlwind. In an instant, the flame whirlwind exploded, and with the help of the strong wind, the sea of fire surged toward the seven hundred Amber disciples like earth-shaking, and instantly engulfed them.
Huge crowds.
"What is this?" Xiao Chengfan couldn't calm down at this moment. Seeing the monstrous tongues of flames devouring a total of seven hundred people, his heart was severely tugged.
Half of the sky turned red under the light of the fire, like the afterglow of the setting sun. On the earth, seven hundred people were either swallowed up by the fire or blown away by the fire wind. The originally mighty team collapsed in an instant.
The area several miles ahead was engulfed in flames. Driven by the storm, the dry trees became an excellent introduction. They burned turbulently one after another. In the blink of an eye, the place had become a field of fire.
Before using the wind and fire spell, Yan Ting had thought that the fire might destroy the entire back mountain if he was not careful. He also hesitated for a moment, but he suddenly remembered that Yu Xiao and the others existed. If here
Yu Xiao would definitely not ignore the fire, so he dared to release the wind and fire spell that would destroy amber without any scruples.
In Yan Ting's hands, the Wind and Fire Curse showed its destructive power. The seven hundred Amber disciples were all burned, their clothes were torn, and their skin was more or less burnt to black, without exception.
"Save people!" Yu Xiao frowned and rushed out. The eleven Yuandao realms around him also rushed out almost at the moment they heard the order.
Immediately, a majestic wave of air shrouded down, destroying the flames on the Amber disciples. More than 90% of the disciples fainted directly. The remaining ones were all seriously injured and could barely stand up.
Twelve Yuan Dao realms blocked a three-mile radius space. Yu Xiao waved his hand and cut a crack hundreds of feet long in the ground. With a push of his hands, all the trees near the crack on the other side fell down, forming a crack on the edge.
Isolation zone. Using the same method, twelve Yuan Dao realms took action at the same time to limit the expansion of the flame.
They stood in the sky, staring at the isolation zone. If a spark leaked out, the consequences would be disastrous.
Looking at the destructive power of the Wind and Fire Curse, Yan Ting was not very excited. When he saw Yu Xiao take action, the worry on his face finally relaxed. Then, he knelt down with his knees weak and held up his arms.
On the ground, his throat suddenly coughed up a large pool of blood.
His heart was beating so hard that the load on his body had reached its limit. He couldn't even breathe too hard. Every slightly heavier breath would cause tearing pain in his internal organs. His limbs were stiff and unable to move, as if he were a corpse.
The puppet just stood there, using its extremely weak breathing to relieve its dying injuries.
"Yan Ting, Yan Ting...how are you? Yan Ting..." Mo Xuanzhang called him anxiously several times, but how could he still have the strength to respond now?
The blast of the wind and fire spell almost wiped out most of his life. When his vitality was drained, he felt that his life was passing away. It felt like one foot had stepped into the gate of hell, and he was only one step away from death.
picked up the other foot.
Qin Feiling's eyes were frozen, her expression was in a trance, and her delicate body shook violently. She could no longer restrain herself and flew directly into the battlefield, with dozens of Yuan Luo realms flying down behind her.
Seeing all the people watching the battle from the Yan League enter the battlefield, Yu Xiao's voice coldly said: "If there are people from the Yuanluo realm in the Yan League who enter the battlefield, this battle will be considered the winner of Amber."
but
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Qin Feiling didn't seem to hear her. The moment she was about to step in, Yan Ting's weak voice suddenly sounded: "Whoever dares to come in from the Yan League, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The voice was very small, as fine as the moan of a mosquito, but to the ears of Yuanluo realm masters, it sounded like an oracle from heaven, with irresistible divine power embedded in it.
Qin Feiling's footsteps were fixed there, not daring to take another step no matter what.
"Alliance leader..." Lan Mo frowned and his voice trembled.
Yan Ting coughed up blood again. The words he just spoke touched his injuries again. Several rapid breaths caused his internal organs to bleed, and his stiff limbs began to tremble.
"Yan Ting, you... we won't fight, okay? Let's go back... we won't fight..." Qin Feiling cried in a pleading voice, her eyes dim.
Xiang Xinyue's face was pale, and she didn't say a word, but her little hands had already turned red from the clenching, and her nails had left four spots of blood on her skin.
Xiao Chengfan trembled all over and was about to go down, but was stopped by the great elder.
"We have already reached this point. If you go down, the Yan League will be directly defeated." The great elder said solemnly.
"I...I'm not going to help him heal his injuries, I just want to take a closer look." Xiao Chengfan gritted his teeth.
"Can you promise that you won't take action when the time comes? Don't let these children destroy their hard-earned hopes because of you." The elder frowned and his breath became disordered.
It stands to reason that with such an injury, Yan Ting should have lost consciousness a long time ago. He is still insisting on not falling down. This is how strong his will and obsession must be. Yan Ting is really a freak.
Yu Xiao glanced at Yan Ting, with a trace of unbearability flashing on his face, but still said: "Yan Ting, we still have thirty-four people who are still capable of fighting. Do you still want to fight in this battle?"
Without saying a word, Yan Ting suddenly stood up from his knees, staggered a few steps forward, and then collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this tragic scene, everyone's hearts trembled. The female disciples closed their eyes and did not dare to look at him again. Qin Feiling's hands were cold and she shouted in a crying tone: "Yan Ting, stand up.
, stand up!"
"Leader, stand up. We are almost there. We are going to win. Leader..."
"Yan Ting, you've come this far and can't walk anymore. Are you willing to do it? They are standing in front of you. You stand up!" Mo Xuanzang shouted angrily. His seriously injured body could not move even half a minute, and those roars were even louder.
His injured internal organs were bleeding, but he couldn't stop shouting. He had worked hard for so long, and he wouldn't have been like this if he had lost earlier.
When the fight reaches this point, neither he nor Yan Ting is allowed to lose, dare not lose, cannot lose!
Like a flashback, or like a breakthrough of will in a desperate situation, Yan Ting put his head on the ground and slowly supported the upper half of his body.
His blurred vision was covered by blood, and everything in front of him became so hazy. The strength from his feet, which he didn't know where, actually supported him to stand up again little by little.
In front of him, more than thirty people covered in blood and in tattered clothes were walking toward him step by step. They were walking very slowly and with great difficulty. He knew that these people must have been seriously injured. He wanted to lift himself up.
His right arm seemed to be filled with lead, and he could not lift it no matter how hard he tried.
He had no choice but to give up his right arm and raise his left arm instead. The left arm was slightly better and could still be barely raised. His blood-stained face suddenly showed a sad smile, and then he swung his left fist and hit someone in the face.
superior.
The man's consciousness was on the verge of collapse. After receiving the punch, his body staggered backwards and fell straight to the ground, motionless.
Like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, Yan Ting used his only movable left hand to hit these people. Every punch used his last remaining strength. These fists could not even reach the ordinary Earth Yuan realm.
The injury was severe, but it was already the strongest strength Yan Ting could unleash.
His fist hit every Amber Man who rushed towards him without any pain, tearing their open wounds severely again. His body was obviously weak, but at this moment, it actually had the support ability of steel, and it was swinging for more than ten consecutive times.
After the punch, Yan Ting was finally knocked down by someone.
That person worked hard at Yan Ting
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His body squirmed, trying to climb onto Yan Ting's left arm to hold him down. Yan Ting was thrown to the ground, and his head hit the ground, making a buzzing sound. His eyes turned white, and everything in front of him was so strange.
Really, but actually happening before his eyes.
He wanted to roar to gain some strength for himself, but he couldn't roar. He moved his left foot, which could only be dragged when walking, to push away the person pressing on him, but found that it didn't work.
, his heart suddenly turned violent, and his head suddenly hit his head.
Immediately, blood spattered, and Yan Ting's head hit the ground again under the impact, and blood oozed from his forehead. The man's forehead was directly broken, and his weak hands were thrown to his forehead as his body rolled, wailing in pain.
Under the severe injury, even his body as strong as fine steel could not withstand a single blow. Yan Ting's consciousness was blurred, and he bit the tip of his tongue. The intense pain brought him a moment of clarity, and he stood up with difficulty.
It has been five months since he first entered the Inner Courtyard. During this period, he has suffered so much and suffered so much. He has become stronger step by step, fighting against those who oppressed him, and for all the weak Inner Courtyard
The disciple held up a huge protective umbrella.
Yan League, this alliance full of sunshine and hope, has the hard work and dedication of each of them. He ignored it and often left for dozens of days. To be honest, he always felt that he was not competent at all as the leader of the alliance.
However, the disciples of the Yan League still believed in him and regarded him as their belief and spiritual support. After the battle, no one backed down and they were all willing to follow him to fight this battle.
He is so strong and arrogant. He always likes to impose his will on others. He always thinks that they will be hurt and refuses to let them participate. In the end, he hides it from all of them and plans to face it alone.
However, Yan Meng's participation in the war made him understand what unity means.
Everyone is qualified to give up, everyone is qualified to lose, but he, only he cannot.
Even if he fights with his life, he must kick away all the stumbling blocks that stand in his way.
"ah--"
A sudden strange scream broke the last barrier in Yan Ting's heart that he wanted to protect himself. He started running with both feet, grabbed an already half-disabled Amber disciple with his left hand, and slammed his head against him.
With this impact, Yan Ting staggered back a few steps, while the Amber disciple fell to the ground with weak breath.
He opened his eyes wide and without a moment's hesitation, walked directly towards the other person. Between the two of them, you punched me and I punched each other, exchanging back and forth, scratching and beating. It was like a child tearing and fighting, each of them in the Tianyuan realm
It was extremely ridiculous to all the warriors, but no one present could laugh.
This was the force of both sides squeezing their own lives to the limit. There was no energy fluctuation in their fists, and they just hit each other.
Yan Ting was covered in blood, his hair stuck to his face, and his face could not be seen clearly. The white clothes on his body had long turned into blood clothes. Under the collapse and beating of more than thirty people, they could only look at him.
Locked tightly to the blood shadow, with all the auras in disarray, it was impossible to pinpoint Yan Ting's position through his auras.
This is the final battle between the Yan League and Amber. It is not as grand as the battle of thousands of people, not as thrilling as the thunder of the world, not as frightening as the demonic power, but more than thirty young people sacrificed their lives.
With his supporting body, he fights his opponent to the limit.
Amber wins out of dignity, and they don't have to apologize to the weak Yan League.
Yan Ting was looking for a breath. The entire Yan League had been suppressed by Amber for several months, and now he was the only one left. This breath was not just for him, but also belonged to hundreds of people from the Yan League who participated in the war and those who were waiting for their triumphant return.
If the returning person loses, it means that everyone's efforts will be in vain.
How dare he lose? He is everyone’s belief!
The extreme will spurred Yan Ting to turn into a ferocious beast step by step. There was no killing in his eyes, but the determination to tear his opponent apart.