Chapter: 888
Whenever Zhao Chenghuang counterattacked, he would use fire to move his position and attack from behind or from the side.
In the flames' home court, the flames are like ducks in water.
And Zhao Chenghuang, who was holding up the clay figurine, moved very slowly, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.
This is the price of the props. The defensive props of the earth monster profession generally cost "heavy".
Seeing that the light curtain of body protection became more and more unstable, and the little clay figurine in his palm also shook, Zhao Chenghuang knew that the defense of this prop was not enough to withstand the sharpness of the sword, so he immediately put away the little clay figurine decisively.
"Are you looking for death?" The flame man laughed wildly, and slashed at him with a single blow.
Zhao Chenghuang staggered his feet, avoided the blade, and covered the flame man's head with his jet-black claws.
Boom!
He crushed the flame man's head abruptly.
The flame man who had lost his head swept across with his knife, cutting out bone scars on Zhao Chenghuang's waist and abdomen.
The two sides are divided at the touch of a touch.
"Stupid, I ignore physical attacks." The flame man laughed wildly.
Zhao Chenghuang's face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath of scorching breath, and the wound on his waist and abdomen wriggled and healed quickly.
After being transformed into a ghost, his vitality and self-healing power have been greatly increased. As long as his head is not removed, even if his heart is damaged, he can still survive for a long time, which is enough to wait for the treatment of life essence.
Boom!
The flame man stomped forward, stabbing fiercely with the arm holding the narrow-mouthed long knife.
Zhao Chenghuang acted sharply, turned sideways to avoid it, stretched out his sharp black claws, and held the blade tightly.
The Flaming Man withdrew his arm and drew the knife, but Zhao Chenghuang held it tightly, and his palm immediately gushed out bright red blood, and his sharp claws dug out white marks on the blade.
Take the knife?
The flame man snorted coldly, and was about to use his strength, when he suddenly felt an inexplicable force in the blade, assisting Zhao Chenghuang to grab the blade.
Moving his gaze to the tip of the knife, he saw that the person who assisted Zhao Chenghuang in grabbing the knife was a spirit servant with black lips and white pupils.
Spirit servants have the ability to control things.
Although Zhang Yuanqing, whose body was transformed into an element, was not afraid of the attack of the spirit servant, he also lost the means to deal with the spirit servant.
Little by little, the narrow-mouthed long knife was released from his hand, and the flame man's feet slid towards Zhao Chenghuang little by little.
Shui Shui, who was helping Dead One to deal with the Yin Corpse, sneered and said:
"Trash, you told me to give this knife to me. Look at you, the knife was taken away before the man was killed."
The flame man said angrily:
"Shut up, I need you to teach me how to do things?"
After all, a mouthful of flames spit on the blade, roasting it into a red iron.
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In the flames' home court, the flames are like ducks in water.
And Zhao Chenghuang, who was holding up the clay figurine, moved very slowly, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.
This is the price of the props. The defensive props of the earth monster profession generally cost "heavy".
Seeing that the light curtain of body protection became more and more unstable, and the little clay figurine in his palm also shook, Zhao Chenghuang knew that the defense of this prop was not enough to withstand the sharpness of the sword, so he immediately put away the little clay figurine decisively.
"Are you looking for death?" The flame man laughed wildly, and slashed at him with a single blow.
Zhao Chenghuang staggered his feet, avoided the blade, and covered the flame man's head with his jet-black claws.
Boom!
He crushed the flame man's head abruptly.
The flame man who had lost his head swept across with his knife, cutting out bone scars on Zhao Chenghuang's waist and abdomen.
The two sides are divided at the touch of a touch.
"Stupid, I ignore physical attacks." The flame man laughed wildly.
Zhao Chenghuang's face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath of scorching breath, and the wound on his waist and abdomen wriggled and healed quickly.
After being transformed into a ghost, his vitality and self-healing power have been greatly increased. As long as his head is not removed, even if his heart is damaged, he can still survive for a long time, which is enough to wait for the treatment of life essence.
Boom!
The flame man stomped forward, stabbing fiercely with the arm holding the narrow-mouthed long knife.
Zhao Chenghuang acted sharply, turned sideways to avoid it, stretched out his sharp black claws, and held the blade tightly.
The Flaming Man withdrew his arm and drew the knife, but Zhao Chenghuang held it tightly, and his palm immediately gushed out bright red blood, and his sharp claws dug out white marks on the blade.
Take the knife?
The flame man snorted coldly, and was about to use his strength, when he suddenly felt an inexplicable force in the blade, assisting Zhao Chenghuang to grab the blade.
Moving his gaze to the tip of the knife, he saw that the person who assisted Zhao Chenghuang in grabbing the knife was a spirit servant with black lips and white pupils.
Spirit servants have the ability to control things.
Although Zhang Yuanqing, whose body was transformed into an element, was not afraid of the attack of the spirit servant, he also lost the means to deal with the spirit servant.
Little by little, the narrow-mouthed long knife was released from his hand, and the flame man's feet slid towards Zhao Chenghuang little by little.
Shui Shui, who was helping Dead One to deal with the Yin Corpse, sneered and said:
"Trash, you told me to give this knife to me. Look at you, the knife was taken away before the man was killed."
The flame man said angrily:
"Shut up, I need you to teach me how to do things?"
After all, a mouthful of flames spit on the blade, roasting it into a red iron.
"chi chi~" JrNovels.com
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