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In the fire cloud, an arrogant figure was enduring the huge pain of the fire burning body, constantly roaring, and the shrill shouts condensed into waves and swept across, once again washing the boundless desert that had been burned by the Nine Nether Divine Fire.

The fire clouds did not dissipate, and the flames were frequently generated, without any intention of stopping. Looking at the fire clouds, the scholar's angry blue smoke came out. The original fire spirit obtained by hard work was so cheap that it gave a boy who had not yet reached the realm of Wu Kuang. Even this kid had had a dramatic fight before and the inner crystal was shattered. The scholar had never thought of such an ending.

"No. You must take back the original fire spirit." Shocked, the scholar thought of the inhumane alliance rules in the organization, and the scholar subconsciously tried to be clever. Others may not know it, but he knew that even if he was a powerful martial saint, he would not have the task assigned by the organization, the ending would not be very good. This is not counting. Even if the organization spared himself, he would not be able to bear the master's anger without his master's face.

Thinking of this, the scholar's expression tightened and secretly accumulated the pitiful internal energy, intending to make his last struggle.

"No matter what, I must take this original fire spirit away." The idea in my mind was settled, and the scholar's cold and cold eyes were on Fang Zhun in the air. No one noticed that at this time, a small wind whirlpool had appeared in the palm of the scholar's palm.

"Flying Phoenix Flying in the Fire~" In the sky, the elder Mulin was still lying there. In addition to the sound of pious prayers, the four words "Flying Phoenix Flying in the Fire" mentioned by the old man.

The flying phoenix flying in the fire was only limited to the legend of the Fire Soul clan and was not known to outsiders. Even Ye Qiu, who had been in the Fire City for several years, ignored these four words. However, before everyone could figure it out, the scholar finally started to move.

The blue cyclone appeared faintly under the scholar's feet. With a low and dull sound, the former's body turned into a stream of light and suddenly shot towards Fangzhu in the sky.

The change broke out again, Mulin just felt a faint airflow not far away causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tremble. When he looked at the location where the scholar was, he was shocked to find that the scholar had disappeared.

"Not good." Seeing this, Mulin exclaimed in his heart. Without thinking, his shoulders slightly swayed, and his worn-out robe was immediately wrapped in a ball of green light. At the same time, Mulin also rushed towards Fang Zhun's direction.

The two rays of light were one in front and one behind, and the speed was not much different, but they were full of power. When the strong wind blew, the murderous intent rose here. At this critical moment, Mulin had already fought for his life. Nearly a hundred years of forbearance was only exchanged for the rescue of the gods in his heart this day, but the scholar was preparing to kill the gods and get treasures at this time. How could Mulin be willing?

Seeing that the scholar's figure was not far from Fang Zhun, Mulin's old eyes glared and a rare cold light shot out. His body turned slightly, and the former poured all his strength into the crutch and shook it hard. Suddenly, the seemingly ordinary crutch suddenly shone out a thousand feet of light, carrying a wisp of energy that cut through the void and shot at the crutch.

Feeling the wisp of energy coming from behind, the scholar couldn't help but frown. He was disturbed at such a critical moment. The former was very angry and glanced behind him disdainfully. The scholar snorted, waved his backhand, and knocked off the crutch that was coming from behind.

However, just when the scholar thought he could kill Fang Zhun safely this time and took the opportunity to regain the original fire spirit, Mulin's ghostly figures arrived one after another.

Pa~ The thin hands grabbed the scholar's shoulders tightly. Mulin knew that it was impossible to beat the scholar with his own strength. He could only rely on his weak strength to delay the scholar's time. At the same time, the old man who was extremely supportive and protected by the Fire God did not forget to yell at the members of the Fire Soul clan below, urging them to come and protect the Fire God.

"The four elders obeyed the orders and stopped him." The "he" in Mulin's mouth was naturally the scholar he had seized tightly, but in this desperate situation, he did not consider that the scholar's strength could not even be dealt with by himself, let alone those humble tribe members.

After breaking free for a while, the scholar found that Mulin's dry hands were holding him firmly like iron pliers. Even if he was shocked by his internal energy, he did not loosen the slightest.

"Old guy, you're looking for death." He turned his head suddenly, and the scholar looked at the stubborn old man with extreme resentment, and suddenly felt murderous intent in his heart.

"Wow~" Mulin squirted by the scholar's internal anger, but his hands were still holding tightly: "I won't let you hurt the Vulcan." "Let go." The scholar struggled again.

"Don't let it go." "Get out of here." In a rage, the scholar did not intend to leave any strength. His shoulders moved slightly, and his palms wrapped in his sleeves suddenly flipped up and swung them out, and were hardly imprinted on Mulin's chest.

"Wow~" Another mouthful of blood was spit out, but Mulin still didn't release it.

"Damn it, let me die." The angry scholar slashed his fingertips, and two wind blades flashed past, instantly cutting Mulin's shoulders. In an instant, blood suddenly scattered in the sky. Mulin lost his arms and could no longer maintain his body flying in the air, falling helplessly.

"Class Chief~" Seeing such a tragic scene, Pi Lu and other members of the Fire Soul tribe roared angrily. Without saying a word, the former led more than 10,000 Fire Soul tribes to roar and kill the generals. However, even if the Fire Soul tribe is shown to the public, how can they stop the scholar without the strength of Wu Zun?

In the field, only the four elders of the Fire Soul clan had the strength of the Martial Lord, who could fly to the sky to fight the scholar to a desperate battle. But thinking about it, the strength of this Martial Lord, let alone fighting, is as fast as to catch up with the scholar, and hope is very slim, how can they stop Shu Yi's atrocities?

At this critical moment, Pilu and others, who were about to rush up to the sky to fight to the death with the scholar, suddenly heard a low shout.

"Elders, leave this person to me." Pilu and others were stunned when they heard this. Before they could find the location of the person who was talking, they saw a purple shadow rising from the east in the sky, flying towards the scholar at a terrifying speed.

At this time, the scholar had just pulled off his arms hanging on his shoulders and was about to rush over to kill Fang Jun, but when he reached out, a trace of strangeness suddenly rose from his heart.

"Danger." The scholar's heart trembled, and he did not find out the source of the danger. He twisted his body in mid-air with difficulty, and turned it up in an extremely ugly posture.

At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed and scratched the scholar's brain.

The scholar was still in shock, but when he saw the flashing cold light gradually disappearing in the distance, he turned around and saw a cold face that made him extremely angry and wished he could raise his fist and thrust.

"Ou Chuyang, it's you again." That's right, the one who took action to stop him in danger was Ou Chuyang, who had the power to turn the world. At this time, Ou Chuyang's long hair was dispersed, purple lightning flashed between his eyebrows, and a cold smile was hanging on his indifferent and cold face. In his palm, he was still holding the black flame sword that appeared in the world.

Ou Chuyang stood lightly, with a relaxed expression, unspeakable and natural, as if natural, completely and solemn.

The tip of the knife raised his finger slightly, and looked directly at the scholar. Ou Chuyang said, "I hate others who hurt my relatives and friends the most. Everything you and Haoming did today is not enough to repay even if you have a hundred lives." Listening to Ou Chuyang's murderous words, the scholar was so scared that he took a few steps back for the first time. With a cold expression, the scholar said, "Ou Chuyang, you and I are all very clear about our condition now. You are not much better than me. If you continue to fight again,

It is inevitable that both sides will suffer. I advise you to stop saying these scary nonsense." "Nonsense?" Ou Chuyang laughed wildly when he heard this: "I never talk nonsense to the enemy. I said that if you die today, you will not see the sun tomorrow." "Arrogant." "Hmph, you will know whether you are arrogant or not. After fighting, you will die." As soon as Ou Chuyang finished speaking, the black flame knife in his hand was raised high, from top to bottom, and suddenly slashed down. The five-meter-long sword light emerged and slashed towards the head of the scholar.

With such a powerful sword, the scholar did not dare to take it. He danced whirlwind under his feet, and the former rushed to the side.

In fact, Ou Chuyang does not know how to use swords, nor does he have any experience in using weapons. However, this black flame is a high-level earth martial arts saint. The black flame sword with the soul of the weapon has long been connected with Ou Chuyang's soul. As if under the command of an arm, Ou Chuyang was able to use it easily, either chop or chop. It seemed to have awkward movements, but under the powerful sword force, it fully compensated for the shortcomings in the moves.

For a moment, the battle between the scene began again, and the shadows of swords waved out in the sky, and the bitter sword aura moved the audience once again.

The scholar who hurriedly avoided was afraid of being hurt by the sword lights all over the sky, and was embarrassed to avoid it. Over time, not only did he make no achievements in the offensive, but he also made him in danger.

In a rage, the scholar yelled: "Haoming, what are you doing? Help." Haoming, who had been shocked, had long lost the majesty of the Lord of the City. Looking at Ou Chuyang who was constantly improving his strength, the former was already afraid. After hearing the scholar's roar, Haomingzhi recovered from his fear. At this time, he no longer had the previous overlord aura.

Seeing Haoming being stunned, motionless, the scholar also noticed that Haoming was inappropriate and cursed in his heart: "Idiot." The man suddenly rushed towards Haoming.

The stream of light flashed, and the scholar arrived in an instant. As soon as he arrived behind Haoming, a sword light reappeared again. In fear, the scholar's palms suddenly pushed Haoming's back. When the force surged out, Haoming was pushed to the forefront of Ou Chuyang by the scholar in surprise.

The shocked Haoming had no time to scold the scholar for his injustice. The Canglong Sword hurriedly raised it to try to resist the shocking attack. However, there was no strong force in such a panicked battle against the enemy. It can be imagined that the consequences were extremely tragic.

The roar of the "clang" metal collision overflowed from the field, and air flowed around it suddenly surged, and an extremely powerful force suddenly emerged from the space, bombarding Haoming directly.

Since then, the low-level martial arts weapon Canglong Sword turned into pieces all over the sky and scattered in all directions. The huge force did not stop because of this, but instead hit Haoming hard in the chest and knocked his burly body out.

"Boom" the scholar did not expect that Hao Ming was so unhealthy that everything was developing too quickly, so that he was not careful of the attack of this character's hidden weapon, which made Hao Ming become strong.

The power was boundless. When Haoming hit him, the scholar and the former spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, flew backwards, and smashed it to the ground.

The soft sand layer became extremely hard due to the scorching of the Nine Nether Flames, but even so, when the scholar and Haoming fell, two large pits about several meters deep appeared on the ground.

The boundless and vast desert was cut through thousands of knives, and after a long period of destruction, a scene of destruction and loneliness. At this time, a rising sun had already risen in the sky, and the sky was almost bright, and the morning sun shone on the silence of the silence of sand, bleak and empty.

Above the yellow sand, nearly one million residents of the Fire City hid in the distance with a heartbroken heart. The babies' crying and painful wailing mixed together, telling the tragic consequences after the war.

In the sky, a figure stood solemnly, and the long black sword in his hand burst out with thousands of dazzling lights under the reflection of the sun. Like a god of war, he looked coldly at the two large pits below, about a few meters deep, with an unusually solemn expression.

Ou Chuyang. At this time, he had become a legendary figure among the strong men present. With his strength at the level of Martial Madness, he was able to compete with the offensives of the two major martial saints, and at the end, he defeated the scholar and Haoming with one person. Such a record really moved everyone.

The eyes swept over Ou Chuyang's firm eyes, and everyone shook their heads and sighed. The secret comparison below was immediately covered by its dazzling light. The eyes turned slightly, and everyone looked at the two big pits on the ground. They could feel that there were two once extremely powerful figures there. However, the faint aura that came out of the deep pit at this moment fully demonstrated that these two were currently in serious injuries.

Everyone was thinking, but Ou Chuyang didn't think so. In his opinion, as long as the enemy was not dead, the threat would definitely exist and nothing should be careless. Therefore, although his physical condition was not much better than the two on the ground, Ou Chuyang still forced himself to hold his true energy and forced himself to stand straight, while his eyes were coldly staring at the deep pit with faint flow of internal energy.

As expected, not long after, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly gathered in the deep pit where the scholar was, as if he had been summoned, and rushed into the pit frantically.

This change made Ou Chuyang's temporarily restless nerves tense again, and the black flame in his hand also tightened due to the surge of internal energy.

Everyone present also discovered the change in the situation at the same time. His eyes were gathered, and everyone involuntarily retreated a little, leaving the deep pit area out.

Holding the Black Flame Knife tightly, Ou Chuyang lifted his breath, and felt a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood surged up. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the mouthful of blood, which made him feel better.

Countless gazes condensed into a little and landed neatly in the deep pit below. Soon, a blue light rose into the sky, and the gorgeous colors looked even more radiant against the sunlight.

As the blue light burst out, a embarrassed figure rushed out from the bottom of the sand like a cannonball. At that time, everyone could see the scholar's face.
Chapter completed!