"Hahaha, little brat, since I was injured by your flame monster bird last time, I have drawn a magic circle to prevent flames from invading on the inside of these ghost face armors.§§№¥   ”

The nigger-faced warrior laughed proudly at this time: Although your flames surrounded me, it will take me a few dozen seconds to break out with them. At that time, I will end your life with you!"

"Hmph, can't the flame do anything to you for the time being?" Guan Heng suddenly showed an unaware sneer on the corner of his mouth: "That's right, I can try my new trick..."

"Poison Dragon!" Guan Heng shouted in a low voice: "Let's fly into the air first!"

The flying winged poison dragon, who had been waiting for the battle, spread its wings with a scream and suddenly carried it directly above the burning flame circle!

"Although I have been practicing this trick secretly, it is the first time I have used it." Guan Heng sneered: "Ghost Face Armor, you can experience its power!"

"Swish!" Guan Heng suddenly turned into half a black iron wooden stick in his hand, and threw it directly below, "Bang!" It was nailed to the ground in the middle of the flame circle, "Swish and Swish!" Then, Guan Heng raised his hands and threw it, "Swish and Swish!" Four black iron wooden cones were nailed to the four corners of the southeast, west and north!

"Uh uh uh..." On the back of the flying winged dragon, Guan Heng suddenly raised his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly and chanted in a low voice: "Elf living in the clouds and scattered in every corner! Please listen to my summoning and command... Rain clouds! Gather!" Suddenly, Guan Heng raised his hands high above his head!

When the spell moved, nearly half of the magic power and physical strength stored in Guan Heng's body were drawn away. "Huh!" Guan Heng let out a sigh of relief: "If I had used to, once the spell would have almost exhausted all my strength, and now I have made progress."

But I saw a rumble sound slowly above Guan Heng's head, and suddenly it became black. A large area of ​​black clouds suddenly appeared in the clear and cloudless sky just now. Guan Heng murmured to himself: "This is the natural magic of the elves that I have obtained before - the Rain Cloud Summoning Spell. At first I thought it was just a useless magic."

"But I now have a black iron wooden staff and a wooden cone that can attract the sky thunder." Guan Heng looked at the four ghost-faced armors surrounded by the flame circle below, and smiled lightly: "You guys, just try the taste of being beaten!"

"Five directions of thunder curse! Fall—"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!" With Guan Heng shouting, five thunders as thick as buckets suddenly burst out from the dark clouds and slashed towards the flame circle on the ground. These lightning strikes fell on the black iron wooden stick in the middle and the wooden cones in four directions!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang, bang, bang!" The power of the sky thunder was so powerful that it made the ghost-faced warrior in the fire circle roar in a shocking pain: "Uh ah ah ah ah ah—"

"Bang bang bang, huh..." After the three pairs of blue-purple, beige and crimson red armor were hit by lightning, they suddenly cracked and shattered. A large number of black air in the Demon Realm drifted out and were completely exposed to the flames. Only the black air was heard bashing by the flames and disappeared in an instant!

"No, as soon as these black gas disappears, I will also..." The nigra-faced warrior complained secretly. Although he was struck by lightning, he finally barely held on for a round. He was lucky enough to be broken on the spot, but countless cracks appeared in the part of the armor being struck by lightning, and it was about to collapse.

At no cost, the ghost-faced warrior immediately sucked other black gas into his armor, barely making up for the damage to the armor. At this moment, a large area of ​​dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated after the thunder fell, revealing the clear sunshine.

"Oh." Guan Heng sighed inwardly: These five directions of thunder spells can only produce one round, five thunder strikes, because the rain clouds summoned by the magic are still too weak and can easily dissipate!"

"However, the power of this lightning strike is quite good. At least it smashed the puppets controlled by three pairs of ghost-faced armor. It is worthy of being a natural magic that can control weather changes." Guan Heng looked at the already shaky ghost-faced armor warrior who was still struggling in the fire, and couldn't help but feel slightly slight: "Now it's time to clean up the body!"

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"Hmph, don't try to slip away again this time!" Guan Heng slapped the flying winged poison dragon: "Chasing him, don't let the ghost-faced warrior run away!"

"We must deal with this disaster today, otherwise it will be a problem in the future." Thinking of this, Guan Heng used the suspension technique and took the black iron wooden stick nailed to the ground back into his hand!

In fact, Guan Heng had another plan in his heart. The ghost-faced armor warrior armor contained a large amount of pure black air in the demon realm, which were all nutrients needed by the evil-eyed monster sword. Kill the ghost-faced armor and let the evil-eyed monster sword absorb all the black air. This is a rare battle benefit, so the ghost-faced armor cannot be easily released!

"Damn it, what kind of grudges does this kid have with me? I will chase me to death!" The ghost-faced warrior ran away in a hurry. He glanced behind him and saw the flying winged dragon chasing from half the air. He was so angry that he was so angry that he smoked: "If I hadn't had an urgent matter to go to Jiaxia Town, I really wanted to fight with you!"

In desperation, the ghost-faced warrior thought of using the same trick again. In order to get rid of Guan Heng, he used a short-range space teleportation scroll, and only one of them was left on him. Now he doesn't care about so much to escape again!

The running ghost-faced warrior had just made up his mind to escape, but he didn't notice a white-bearded old man crawling beside the woods on the side. The old man muttered: "The fight was so lively just now, so I'll just stretch out my hand too!"

"Swish!" The old man threw out the scroll that had been prepared long ago and landed at the foot of the ghost-faced warrior: "Haha, the mud craft...activate!"

"Bang—" The scroll burst out with energy in an instant, and turned the surrounding area by more than ten meters into a wet mud swamp.

"Uh?!" The ghost-faced warrior was caught off guard and stepped in. It was a little difficult to get up. The ghost-faced warrior was so angry that he cursed: "Damn it, who was sneak attacking me?" As soon as he said this, he also caught a glimpse of the white-bearded old man Heinz who was hiding by the tree covering his mouth and laughing.

"I'm a gangster, I'm going to Jiaxia Town to find your bad luck. I didn't expect you to provoke me first!" The angry ghost-faced warrior roared angrily, and the black air in his armor suddenly surged out, and then turned into a big hand formed by black mist. He pulled it out with a snap, pulling himself out of the mud!
Chapter completed!