A flash of fire from the sword that He Xuan flew into the air appeared in the white, squinting eyes of the beast. It seemed as if, at this moment, the agitated and furious beast had discovered a powerful threat. "Ang --" A deafening roar, like a warning, like anger, like a call to one's kind that life is threatened.
Two red claws of sharp blades in pools of blood, illuminated by the cold firelight in Hexuan's hand, were vivid and fierce. It seems like the soul-grabbing claws of a demon from the netherworld, or like the life-saving blood of an evil spirit 筢. With a whoosh, the beast had already pounced on Hexuan's head. Life and death were at stake.
There was a gloomy smile on Hexuan's lips, as if he had already anticipated that the beast would make such a pounce. Suddenly, the crack shouted, "Brothers, kill!
In the blink of an eye, He Xuan's human and sword merged into one, transforming into a streak of fire that directly pierced the beast's abdomen exposed to He Xuan's eyes. There was the place where the spirit of the Beast was, and where it was fatal. Although there are scales there, white, shining like silver against the light of fire and sword.
But this hunt, He Xuan had already figured out this simple-minded, physically strong, stupid beast. A deep thrust, a sharp sword, "puff!" A gushing of black blood gushed out. More than a dozen martial artists, with blazing flames in their hands, leaped forward, and streaks of fire gathered beneath Hexuan's sword edge, instantly tearing the beast's abdomen apart.
One by one, the spirit, wrapped tightly in the inner organs of the beast, gushed out in an instant, along with the surging black blood, "ang --" the last cry of tearing, ultimately struggling and powerless, "thump --" with a violent tremor, the beast's eyes turned grey, and it fell heavily to the ground, no breath left.
He Xuan gave a cold laugh, and this move always worked! It really works!
"Puthump -- puthump --"
Layer upon layer of ink billowing Wolf smoke, surging against the "whoosh whoosh whoosh" mountain wind in a violent canyon tremor. He Xuan shouted, "Brothers!" No fear of death, follow me!"
At this moment, He Xuan's face was as cold as grey, and his heart was as cold as rain. With murderous intent and a strong desire for revenge. With the last dozen or so of his brothers, he went berserk and killed them with the determination to die on the battlefield. Completely forgetting the pain all over the body, completely forgetting the exhaustion, completely forgetting that he had been holding on for half a month...
There was only one thought: Return the bell to me!
Two monsters coming towards me are exactly the same as the one that died earlier. Presumably, it must have been the beast's kind summoned by a shrill howl before its death. He Xuan paid no attention at all. Again, the same move, the two monsters fell to the ground with a thud, black blood like a pool. In an instant, there was only a sinister smile that lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Thinking that way, Zhen Duo surely wouldn't have been injured by this kind of beast. Then, who could it be?
At this moment, He Xuan was as fiery as fire, as ghostly as a ghost, and as fierce as a demon. Completely forgetting what he was, he flew into the valley with the last dozen or so martial brothers under his command. The flames behind him were blazing fiercely, looking as if the fighting spirit was at its peak, but in fact it was at the end of its tether.
A deep and desolate valley, a cold wind. "Low" roar, with the "ao" whine, sounds far away, is more like nine spectre, to will die the soul sound call.
Suddenly, in the pitch-black darkness, a pair of blinding, glowing lantern eyes lit up two flashes of white light in the night sky. He Xuan's eyes lit up, and the hilt of his sword, which he had held before, was unconsciously clenched even tighter in his hand.
"Brothers! Life and death have greatness and pride, meanness and baseness. As a warrior, to die on the battlefield is an honor! A disgraceful escape from battle is something I, Hexuan, disdain! "Brothers who are not afraid of death, follow me!"
The last words of encouragement from Hexuan were a few passionate chats! The front pair of eyes, in this hunt, everyone knows what that means!
It means death! Even though Zhen Duo was the crown prince of the Golden royal family, noble and endowed with considerable spiritual power and magic, he still could not escape the sharp ravages of these two eyes. Not to mention that more than a dozen of fire warriors will not die.
Even if one dies, one may die high or low!
Fight to death! Even if I die, I will sigh! Life is precious, though. Death is a kind of heroism that illuminates all generations! Though dead, still alive!
Finally, the familiar, terrifying and vengeful death demon appears in full view of the public without any surprise. His appearance was so eerie and so spine-chilling. Even so, under the lead of Hexuan, the warriors shouted the final battle cry at the last moment:
"HMPH! Ha! HMPH! Ha!"
This undulating battle cry is equally shrill, senile and ferocious.
It is well known that this battle is nothing more than the dismemberment of the body, nothing more than the corpse on the battlefield, nothing more than a pile of white bones for future generations to visit. HMPH! As a warrior, that's all!
The death demon appeared under the flashing white gaze. His height was no less than that of the three-headed monster he had just hunted. The only difference is that this creature looks like a human, dressed in black scales and looks extremely tough.
In his hand was a spear, shining brightly, about ten zhang long and five or six inches thick. In the eyes of the demon, it was an unbroken ice crystal spear; in the eyes of the warriors, it was more like a crystal pillar.
The cold light on the ice crystal spear, at this moment, contrasted with the pair of blinding eyes, shining and illuminating the dark and ferocious face of the demon.
This devil was bald and hairless. All of his exposed faces, except for the pair of eyes, were tightly wrapped in black scales. Looking up, it doesn't look like a human or a ghost. All over the body, the limbs exposed outside the armor were tightly wrapped by the dark layers of feathers. At first glance, it looked like a black scale-feathered monster. Only two long, white, glistening tusks on the teeth make the face look more like a wild boar!
The scale-faced feathered spirit!
"Ah ugh --" The scale-faced feathered spirit did not have much patience when it saw the dozen or so fire-armored warriors. A long roar, filled with the stench of blood, came from between the two white fangs.
"Whoosh --" More than a dozen of fire warriors almost simultaneously vomited, spat hard twice, and finally waited for the stench of blood to fade away before they perked up and fought forward. They knew in their hearts that the monster had probably just eaten a monster or a spirit warrior, otherwise there wouldn't be such a strong smell of blood coming out of his mouth.
Since the monster had just had a full meal, it was of course full of psychic energy and was bound to be unstoppable. A strong attack is impossible, but a smart capture is the only option. Just as he thought about it, He Xuan had already changed his battle signal:
"Humph! Ha! Ugh! Ah!"
The Fire warriors were very aware that this was a special formation battle signal used by the Fire to hunt monsters, and they all shouted along with He Xuan:
"HMPH! Ha! Ugh! Ah!"
As the battle horn grew louder and louder, a dozen or so fire warriors had quietly formed a circle around the scale-faced Feathered spirit, each holding a position, which looked like a circular formation from above.
"Humph!" Hexuan's battle horn suddenly changed. At the same moment, more than a dozen martial artists simultaneously pointed their hands towards the sky, recited incantations one after another, and their long swords were filled with intense flames, tightly encircled the scale-faced feathered spirit, and galloped around it with their feet at a rapid pace.
"Puh -- puh --"
Following the footsteps of the Fire warrior "Pupu", the place where he landed was immediately filled with a blazing firework, the flames reaching up to the sky, and the fiery wind burning fiercely. As the Fire warrior quickened his steps, in an instant, a huge ring of fire had already surrounded the scale-faced feathered spirit.
The blazing fire, accompanied by the fierce fire wind, grew stronger and stronger. The firework hurricane that rose above the ring of fire reached the zenith. In such a powerful fire ring hurricane, the figure of the fire-armored warrior was already submerged in the fire wind. The strange figure of the Scale-faced Feathered spirit, surrounded by the huge firelight, from time to time flashed an expression of anxious and agonizing struggle.
This formation was painstakingly created by the elders of the Fire Clan. It is called the Spirit Fire Reaching the Sky Formation. It is to use all the spiritual magic and spiritual power throughout the body, fully release the fire element within oneself, then collectively drive the fire wind, and use the wind force to create a fire wind vortex in a short time to tightly wrap the prey in it until it is burned to death.
This formation is simple and clumsy, with a very primitive appearance, but it is very effective. Not only can it encircle the prey, but it can also achieve the special effect of trapping the prey to death.
However, this move is also very dangerous for the caster himself. Once the mana is exhausted, the physical condition drops to the critical point of life. If not well rested, the weak body will sink into the abyss of death, from which there is no return.
So, no one dares to use it casually unless it is absolutely necessary.
Between the thought of life and death, He Xuan had no more selfish thoughts, his heart was like dust. There is only one thought left: Before death, I must avenge Zhen Duo!