"Is he...a human?" Jonah stared at the shadow in the flames in awe. The masonry on the ground crackled and exploded due to the high temperature. No one could survive in such a raging flame.
"Nonsense," said the Moonlight Elf. "He also looks like an evil and unscrupulous uncle. We magical creatures don't have such vulgar appearance and weird laughter..."
Asai sighed: "Can you still fight for five seconds? I have no choice but to try to use 'Taotie'. At noon when the soul of the weapon is most active, the chances of me killing the enemy and being killed by Taotie are each 50%."
The ball of flame was walking toward them at a limited pace. The man in the ball of fire let out a short laugh like a rooster's crow. It seemed as if he had seen something gratifying. "I smell it... gurgling... the blood of heretics." Smell. I didn’t expect to be so close to us. And so weak... Giggles... A healthy boy, a pure magic elf. Plus a strange oriental man. The ashes you burned should be a very interesting compound. Taste. Geez... I will add a very unique display to my collection room..."
The enemy's eyes were fixed on Jonah's bleeding right hand. It was accidentally injured in the "White Steel Anvil". The third-level astrologer suddenly puffed up his chest. The power of Siela Pina's "Divine Mind" was like a hot streak. The hot water flowed through his body, making him suddenly drive away all fear. Every time Pyro took a step closer, the surrounding temperature increased by one degree. Jonah could feel that the ends of his hair were quickly drying up and curling up. He couldn't help but swallow. After a mouthful of saliva, I realized that my throat was already dry.
"Ping." The space defense magic that Xiaoguai tried his best to set up was broken lightly. The magic elf cursed twice without a ladylike manner. He collapsed on Yona's shoulder and couldn't help panting. The "rotating sugar cube" that was forcibly interrupted caused the damage. There was a serious backlash. Even the moonlight elves with a natural affinity for magic elements could not escape the punishment of short-term weakness.
"He must be the bloodline heir who can use fire." The Oriental smiled bitterly and propped up his body. He shook his head and wrapped his braid around his neck. He bowed slightly and assumed a sword-wielding posture. He pressed the circlip on the scabbard with his right hand. " "Ka Qiang." The "Taotie", one of the seven famous weapons of the Eastern Continent, slowly revealed its light blue sword spine. In fact, this was the first time that Jonah saw the true appearance of this weapon. The dagger was edged on both sides. The ridge was raised, and the blade of the sword was covered with chaotic cloud patterns. It looked nothing special. But all the hairs on the astrologer's body suddenly stood up. A chill rose from his tailbone to the top of his head. He involuntarily took a half step back. .Put the staff upright in front of you.
Asai's fingers were trembling. With every inch the "Taotie" was pulled out, the pain on his face became darker. A red line circled up from the middle finger of his right hand and climbed up his wrist along his arm. It was obviously a powerful sword. The soul is absorbing the user's blood and essence.
The man in the fire stopped in surprise. "Do you want to fight for your life? Giggle. Very good..." He stretched out his arm. The arm that was also wrapped in a ball of erratic flames... made a gesture of spreading his palms flat. "Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom." Five pillars of fire erupted from the ground without warning. In an instant, they turned into an overwhelming wall of fire.
"Be careful." Yona bowed down and held the little boy in his arms. The air was ignited. What he breathed into his nose was scorching fire. He couldn't see anything clearly except a red flame. It was hazy. He felt the oriental man beside him move. Asai's figure disappeared in the swirling hot wind. A cold sword mark divided the hot world into two halves. The third-level astrologer opened his eyes and saw the wall of fire being slanted. It was cut into two strips. The steaming flames rolled up into the sky. A strong back leaped into the fire, like a lone wild goose flying sideways in the sunset. "Asai." Jonah shouted.
A stream of fire passed through the sky. The figure of the Dongfang man froze. Then he fell heavily. The sword light that was glimpsed was already gathered into the scabbard. This long-prepared offensive was not even able to send out a complete sword. The astrologer rushed towards the place where his friend fell. He ignored the flames that burned the corners of his clothes and the ends of his hair. The little boy poked his head out of his arms and said tiredly: "Brother Jonah, I couldn't help... …Maybe next time…”
A green light pointed at the deerskin bag on his waist. The moonlight elf fell asleep again.
The crackling sound of explosions sounded from behind. The Pyroman walked leisurely in the flames, like a nobleman walking in his own rose garden. Jonah ran for more than ten steps, but could not find any trace of Asai. " Asai." He looked around and yelled crazily. Flames burning everywhere blocked his sight. The Oriental man disappeared into the fire.
"Blood of heretics..." The man in the flames stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. Even the tip of his tongue was burning with dark blue flames.
Even if you can't fight, you still have to fight. Jonah turned around to face the terrifying enemy. He raised his staff, Silapina, and slowly closed his eyes. He silently recited the motto of the first mentor Gilberto Gilberto Nion: "Everything in the world is Things are the projection of the stars on the ecliptic. We live, own, communicate, inherit, create, manage, share, change, transcend, realize, communicate and introspect. We all look down at the starry sky. We are in awe. We often look up. Invite the starry sky. Lend me your strength..."
"Giggle, giggle." Pyro smiled happily. "The seal master said to me. Now you are just a little flying insect with your wings plucked off. You need to have the strength of a seventh-level magician or above to sense it from a distant place. The existence of the dispelled magical element... By the way. You are an astrologer. Haha... where is your star?"
Jonah bit his lips and called for the stars again and again. The miracle did not appear. His spiritual world was still nothingness. The familiar pairs of 130-77 stars were hidden in the deep darkness. "God of the Starry Sky..." He He prayed so devoutly that he failed to notice a beam of fire coming towards him. The attack launched by the Pyro Man had just defeated Asai, and now it was burning away at the astrologer.
At this moment, a voice as hard as gold and stone pierced the eardrums. "Jiu Guang... Ming Wang Spear."
A powerful wind circle burst out in the air, instantly blowing away the pillar of fire. A rapidly rotating golden-red light pillar cut through the scorching air. It came from behind Jonah with a harsh scream. The astrologer slowly opened his eyes. .Look at the energy gun whose light and heat overshadowed the flames shot through the body of the burning man, and pierced into the twisted sky with a long tail.
This is such a familiar sight. Jonah opened his mouth in disbelief and spat out the name he had shared in life and death word by word: "...yeah...empty."
"boom."
A man landed heavily in front of Jonah, kicking up dust all over the sky. His tattered black coat fluttered in the hot air like feathers. He had a tall figure, broad arms, and red hair hanging down to his shoulders. This majestic figure from behind did not Not the tall, thin southerner from Cherry Crossing who always looked confused. The third-level astrologer's expression froze with surprise. "You, who are you? Why do you use the same spell as Ye Kong..."
The man turned his head and glanced at him with gray eyes. There was no smile line at the corner of his muscular mouth. "Jekong, is he the person on the left hand of the ghost? I don't know. Just stand still and don't move. That guy is very difficult to deal with." The sound was like a clanging sound like two blades colliding. It was frightening to hear.
"You are a member of the Ghost Left Hand." Jonah immediately thought of the reason why Ross Ross tried every means to send himself to the Golden City. Bactria is the center of the entire southern continent. It must also be the location of the Ghost Left Branch. This must be They were the soldiers she said came to protect him.
"Call me Zuta." The man acquiesced. He pulled out a long curved sword from the scabbard on his waist and guarded it in front of Yona to remain alert.
The astrologer always felt that the man in front of him had something in common with Ye Kong. But apart from his hair color, the warrior named Zuta was completely different from the southerners in terms of his figure, clothing, conversation and weapons. "By the way. Asai Well, have you seen a black-haired Oriental with pigtails?" He suddenly exclaimed.
"No." Zuta replied briefly. His eyes swept across the flames scattered everywhere. The tip of the knife pointed at every small movement like a third eye. "Are you bleeding? I found it by detecting the star array. Your. Your 'listener' has not completed the ritual yet and cannot give an early warning."
"My finger is cut." Jonah replied. "What is the 'Listener'? What is the ritual... These are not important. You must find Asai. He is very weak now. He needs my help."
"Okay." He answered resolutely. It sounded like a steel nail being cut off.
Suddenly, there was an unusual energy wave coming from behind. "Behind." The astrologer yelled and pulled away. Zuta turned around without hesitation and launched an attack. He crossed Yona in two leaps and rushed into the flames. The long knife left and right. He slashed diagonally. He slashed a slanted cross of air blades in the air. The attack was eliminated by the sudden surge of fire. "Gee... He's a very interesting opponent. Veda's sword-wielding Galan... no, no. It's still a Shadow Galan. From now on." When will you, the rats in the hole, be able to come out and show your face?" The Pyroman appeared in a beam of red flames. A fireball the size of a coconut hung in front of him. The naked eye could see that the color of the flame was changing from red to red. Yellow, from yellow to blue, from blue to white. As the surrounding temperature rises sharply, the white-hot fireball shrinks to the size of a fist and beats restlessly, as if it wants to break free from the arms of the burning man.
"Hide behind me." Zuta ordered without question.
Yona didn't try to be brave. He hid his figure behind the warrior's broad back. Zuta's long hair was flying in the hot wind. The hem of his tattered black coat was fluttering. "Qiang." He suddenly inserted the long knife into his waist. He scabbarded his sword, bowed slightly, and made a few quick gestures.
I don’t know why. His temperament completely changed in an instant. The golden-red and majestic Buddhist power brought by the "Nine Lights" secret technique disappeared without a trace. It was replaced by a cold blue light flame. It was different from the "Taotie" of the Easterners. "The sword wind was as cold as water. What rose from Zuta's body was a hell-like evil bone-chilling cold.
..No. He is completely different from Jekon. This is Jonah's only thought at this time.