Chapter: 1746
The severe pain made the middle-aged swordsman's hairs stand on end. With the blessing of steel will, he quickly calmed down the pain and remained calm, intending to seize this rare opportunity to get close and fight back against the star official.
Show him how stupid it is to attack a swordsman at close range.
But at this moment, he saw that the magic wolf opened its mouth, and flames spewed from the depths of its throat.
In desperation, he could only grab the clay sculpture from the inventory to protect his body.
But Zhang Yuanqing's body turned into a dreamlike starlight and fled away, avoiding the flames, it didn't matter if he didn't hide, as he was guarded by the unyielding heart mirror, the flames of the demon wolf could hardly hurt him at all.
But he wants to keep the blood on the blade.
The flames mixed with molten lava devoured the middle-aged swordsman, and the scorching high temperature licked the mask, burning the earth-attributed energy cover bright red. However, the five-element fire gave birth to earth, and the earth-attributed energy has extremely high flame resistance.
The werewolf's breath can only last for three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman who has seen this move is not flustered, silently waiting for the opportunity.
Three seconds passed quickly, and just as he was about to put away the clay sculpture and fight back, he suddenly saw the star official grab an ugly puppet from the inventory, his fingertips were stained with blood on the blade, wiped the puppet, and shouted:
"die!"
Curse killing technique!
The eyes of the middle-aged swordsman went dark, blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces.
He was seriously injured. Fortunately, the level of the curse was not high enough to kill him as a level 5 swordsman.
But this also made him dare not put away the clay sculpture, stopped where he was, raised his heavy arms with difficulty, grabbed a coat woven with ivy from the inventory, and slowly put it on his body.
A green halo covered him, quickly healing his injuries.
Seizing this opportunity, the Flame Demon Wolf stretched its sharp claws and scratched the bright red and translucent mask again and again. The uncooled earth attribute energy mask, under the high-frequency scratching, showed a molten state.
Like burnt glass.
Finally, amidst a tooth-piercing creaking sound, the mask shattered, and the clay sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand cracked.
"puff!"
The werewolf's sharp claws scratched the middle-aged swordsman's chest and abdomen so hard that his skin was torn apart.
"ah"
The middle-aged swordsman let out a heart-piercing scream, his skin flushed instantly, and his muscles convulsed.
Fire poison enters the body!
The body that was not completely healed was getting worse.
Passive with steel will, he still has not been eroded by pain and reason, quickly took out a black iron mask that looks like a ghost, covered his face, and blew hard.
In an instant, thick fog filled the entire arena, obscuring the field of vision.
"Mist Lord?"
"I can't see it now, tsk, but I can guess that he wants to use the thick fog to delay time and heal his injuries."
"From this point of view, it is still unclear who will win this battle. Just now I thought the star official would win."
"That's right, that kid watched the whole game in the first half, but he almost ended the fight with his shot. He's a character, is there such a talent in the Supreme Unity Sect?" JrNovels.com
Show him how stupid it is to attack a swordsman at close range.
But at this moment, he saw that the magic wolf opened its mouth, and flames spewed from the depths of its throat.
In desperation, he could only grab the clay sculpture from the inventory to protect his body.
But Zhang Yuanqing's body turned into a dreamlike starlight and fled away, avoiding the flames, it didn't matter if he didn't hide, as he was guarded by the unyielding heart mirror, the flames of the demon wolf could hardly hurt him at all.
But he wants to keep the blood on the blade.
The flames mixed with molten lava devoured the middle-aged swordsman, and the scorching high temperature licked the mask, burning the earth-attributed energy cover bright red. However, the five-element fire gave birth to earth, and the earth-attributed energy has extremely high flame resistance.
The werewolf's breath can only last for three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman who has seen this move is not flustered, silently waiting for the opportunity.
Three seconds passed quickly, and just as he was about to put away the clay sculpture and fight back, he suddenly saw the star official grab an ugly puppet from the inventory, his fingertips were stained with blood on the blade, wiped the puppet, and shouted:
"die!"
Curse killing technique!
The eyes of the middle-aged swordsman went dark, blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces.
He was seriously injured. Fortunately, the level of the curse was not high enough to kill him as a level 5 swordsman.
But this also made him dare not put away the clay sculpture, stopped where he was, raised his heavy arms with difficulty, grabbed a coat woven with ivy from the inventory, and slowly put it on his body.
A green halo covered him, quickly healing his injuries.
Seizing this opportunity, the Flame Demon Wolf stretched its sharp claws and scratched the bright red and translucent mask again and again. The uncooled earth attribute energy mask, under the high-frequency scratching, showed a molten state.
Like burnt glass.
Finally, amidst a tooth-piercing creaking sound, the mask shattered, and the clay sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand cracked.
"puff!"
The werewolf's sharp claws scratched the middle-aged swordsman's chest and abdomen so hard that his skin was torn apart.
"ah"
The middle-aged swordsman let out a heart-piercing scream, his skin flushed instantly, and his muscles convulsed.
Fire poison enters the body!
The body that was not completely healed was getting worse.
Passive with steel will, he still has not been eroded by pain and reason, quickly took out a black iron mask that looks like a ghost, covered his face, and blew hard.
In an instant, thick fog filled the entire arena, obscuring the field of vision.
"Mist Lord?"
"I can't see it now, tsk, but I can guess that he wants to use the thick fog to delay time and heal his injuries."
"From this point of view, it is still unclear who will win this battle. Just now I thought the star official would win."
"That's right, that kid watched the whole game in the first half, but he almost ended the fight with his shot. He's a character, is there such a talent in the Supreme Unity Sect?" JrNovels.com
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