The man in the cloak, Meng Taiyuan, warned the strong man behind him, "The next battle is no longer something that the Soul Realm can participate in."
After that, he made a move with his right hand, and the three figures jumped out at the same time, leaving only the strong man staying where he was.
This strong man is none other than Feng Shang among the five disciples of Feng Wuya.
It turned out that after parting ways with Ye Kaixin, Wagtail and others, he accidentally bumped into several missing people and joined their gang without much resistance under their solicitation.
The person who recruited him was none other than the man in the cloak, Meng Taiyuan.
"The Lost Man, the Lord of Fire, is there still the shore of the earth?"
Watching the three people leave, Feng Shang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and murmured to himself, "Interesting, this world of chaos is much more interesting than imagined."
…
When the Lord of Fire appeared on the stage, four more red figures emerged one after another behind him, also covered in flames and imposing.
Yan Gui, Shen Ju and others also came behind Hu Yanchi and lined up with the four newcomers. The eight people released their momentum together. The terrifying pressure of the flames caused the temperature to soar again. Black smoke was rising all around, and the air
It was twisted, and the whole world seemed to be melted.
Even the little wind figure on Liu Qiqi's shoulder couldn't help but lose his liveliness in the sea of fire, holding his head with both hands, curling up and shivering.
Here is a world of flames!
The will of fire dominates everything!
In this world, all other elements must avoid its edge!
"drink!"
Just as the sea of fire filled the air and the flames filled the sky, a loud voice suddenly sounded.
With just one word, the sea of fire in front of Hu Yanchi actually parted to both sides, instantly freeing up a large space.
Several figures appeared not far in front of the Lord of Fire, confronting him from a distance. The aura of each of them was incomparably powerful and domineering. They were not inferior to the strong men from Sekireigong.
The leader is none other than the blond, muscular man Yang Zhentian.
Among the people behind him, suffering was also prominent.
"Yang Zhentian."
The moment he saw the blond man, an indescribable smile appeared on Hu Yanchi's face, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
"You knew I was coming?"
Yang Zhentian was stunned for a moment, squinting his eyes as he looked at the domineering red-haired man in front of him, feeling a faint uneasiness in his heart.
"Not only do I know you
will come."
Hu Yanchi raised his arms and his smile became brighter, "I also know that all of you trash who hide in nooks and crannies all day long will die here today!"
Endless flames spurted out from his body and shot straight into the sky, like a volcano erupting, completely engulfing the sky for tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
Brilliant firelight shone in all directions, even more dazzling than the sun. The entire world turned into a huge furnace. Just by being in it, Zhang Bangbang felt that his muscles, bones, and internal organs were being roasted by the heavenly fire. Every body in his body
Every drop of water seemed to be squeezed dry. With chest tightness and suffocation, even breathing seemed to be a luxury.
"Is it just you?"
Faced with such terrifying power, Yang Zhentian sneered with disdain, "You dare to talk nonsense in front of me, you dare to destroy such flashy things!"
When the word "break" was spoken, an unimaginably violent sound wave burst out. It was as powerful as a rainbow, and it actually blasted the red light dome covered with flames into a hole of unknown number of miles in radius. Wherever it passed, the nine masters
The flames released were all destroyed in one blow and collapsed.
"Heaven and I are one, beginningless and endless!"
At the same time, the bald man Kulan suddenly raised his arms, clapped his hands in front of his chest, and shouted softly, "Everything in the world is my food!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth suddenly, and the flames that spread all around were sucked into his mouth continuously. In just half a breath, it was swallowed up, not even a single spark was left.
"Bald head, looking at your shabby appearance, you must have never tasted the taste of a woman in your life, right?"
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the hot royal sister Zhenzhu, she covered her lips with her bare hands, giggled and said, "Why don't you let me teach you how to do it?"
Her voice became more and more charming and sultry. Listening to her voice was enough to make ninety-nine percent of the men in the world feel excited and unable to control themselves.
But suffering is not among the 99%.
The bald man still had a grimace on his face, and his expression did not change at all. He looked at Zhenzhu as if he were looking at a red and pink skull. He closed his palms firmly on his chest and opened his mouth wide, constantly absorbing the energy released by the master of Sekireigong.
The breath of fire.
"Tsk, a man who doesn't understand the charm!"
Zhenzhu felt like she was showing her flirtatious gaze to a blind man. He curled his lips in displeasure, his beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and his ten slender jade fingers
They all shot out scorching flames, shooting towards the suffering.
Unexpectedly, a dazzling door suddenly appeared at her feet without any warning, and two plump palms came out from the door and hugged Zhenzhu's slender jade legs. The movement looked somewhat wretched.
"Sister Zhenzhu, what are you doing with this stupid piece of wood?"
Immediately afterwards, Wang Duoqiu's big head came out of the door, with a mean smile on his face, "Why don't you teach me a lesson?"
After saying that, the fat man tightened his fingers, clamping her legs tightly like iron pliers, and pulled them down hard.
Amidst the screams of the sexy lady, she was dragged into the light door by the fat man.
Before Shen Ju, Yan Gui and others could come to the rescue, the light gate had disappeared. The place where Zhen Zhu originally stood was empty, and the beauty could no longer be seen.
"Asshole!"
Yan Gui had the best relationship with Zhen Zhu. When he saw that she had been taken away by strange means, he couldn't help being furious. He shouted fiercely and rushed towards the direction of Yang Zhentian and others, "Bring Sister Zhen Zhu back!"
"Kid."
He had just taken two steps when a dark shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes. Meng Taiyuan, a man in a cloak, was already blocking his path, "Lao Yang has a problem with Hu Yanchi, and he wants to settle a score with him, so I will deign to be the one to do it."
Your opponent!"
"Ants!"
Yan Gui's face darkened, the flames of his Qilin gloves suddenly surged, and he punched him in the head, "Get away!"
"You dare to call me an ant."
Meng Taiyuan grinned and faced him with a fist without fear, "You are still the first."
"boom!"
The fists collided and an indescribable loud noise erupted. The terrifying air waves mixed with flames expanded crazily and swept in all directions.
The two of them took three steps back together, and they were evenly matched, and they were indistinguishable.
"That's it?"
Yan Gui obviously didn't try his best, and he probably tested the opponent's level. He couldn't help but feel relieved, his confidence increased, and he sneered, "Calling you an ant is an insult to the word ant!"
He shook his right arm, and the Qilin mouth of the glove once again spit out shocking wrathful flames, and its power suddenly soared a lot compared to before.
"The ignorant are fearless."
Meng Taiyuan laughed, shook his cloak handsomely, and punched forward again, "I'm talking about a little brat like you who doesn't even have full hair!"
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The two punched like the wind, and they exchanged blows one after another. The sound of explosive collisions came and went, resounding through the sky.
At the beginning, Yan Gui was evenly matched with his opponent, but as time went by, his face gradually turned ugly, his feet retreated further and further, and his eyes were full of incredulity.
Just because every time Meng Taiyuan punches, the force will be twice as strong as the previous punch, and it seems that there is no limit.
In the sixth fight, Yan Gui finally couldn't hold on any longer. He was vomited blood and flew backwards. Even the Qilin glove was deeply dented.
As soon as the fight started here, the masters on both sides of the Lost One and Sekireigong no longer restrained themselves and joined the battle group one after another. The entire battlefield was filled with sand and rocks in an instant. The momentum was overwhelming, and the scorching flames and dazzling spiritual light complemented each other. Zhijiao
People are dazzled and overwhelmed.
"Old accounts from back then."
Yang Zhentian took the next step, his body flashed, and stood in front of Hu Yanchi, the Lord of Fire. His voice was like a roaring bell, and he kept laughing, "It's time to make a calculation!"
"Isn't that just because you didn't become the master?"
The corners of Hu Yanchi's mouth raised slightly, with disapproval written all over his face, "Do you need to hold grudges for so long?"
"If you hadn't used despicable means to plot against me."
Yang Zhentian's eyes flashed, and he shouted sternly, "There should be a master of sound in this world of chaos!"
"you are wrong."
Hu Yanchi laughed and said, "There was no such thing as the Lord of Sound in the past, there is no such thing now, and there will never be in the future, because you are all going to die here!"
"Only you?"
Yang Zhentian's tiger body shook, and he shouted with shocking anger, almost shattering the eardrums of everyone present, "What a shameless statement!"
"What if there are more of us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely bright light pierced through the flames and sand, instantly covering the entire battlefield, followed by a cold and sweet female voice.
Yang Zhentian suddenly raised his head and was shocked to find two figures, a man and a woman, appearing in the sky thousands of feet high. The man was elegant and handsome, and the woman was graceful. Both of them had a beauty rarely seen in the world.
The two of them just stood there quietly, their strong presence making it difficult to look away.
"Ming Yuxu! Lingxi!"
After seeing the appearance of the two people clearly, Yang Zhentian's eyes shone with gleam of incomparable surprise, his face suddenly became uglier, and his heart sank to the bottom of his heart unknowingly.