Looking at the burning sword in Wensit's hand and the arrow that was shaking with magical power, it suddenly touched Anjie's brain nerves. The memories of the age of seven came in. It was that night that he experienced danger for the first time and became an indelible memory.

"It's you!" An Jie's eyes were ignited, and he stared at the two people. Then he saw Weili and Anya trapped in the fire prison. He was immediately furious. The other party once again hurt the people he cared about. The anger was extremely unbearable. The anger ignited the fighting spirit, like a volcano erupting, and rushed towards his opponent.

"A boy who is still young, is in a hurry to die." Fire Sword Wensit showed a disdainful smile. Although Anjie was not bad in his eyes, in terms of absolute strength, he still had to be above him. The Fire Sword slashed dozens of times in a row, inspiring the flame blades, and came out tightly one after another.

An Jie's eyes were focused, and he saw the coming of all the flame air blades. He made continuous dodging in the flame air blades with his pace and curved steps. Not only was he fast, but he also had no unnecessary movements, and he avoided them almost perfectly.

"Good boy, it's not an ordinary guy, come again." After being surprised by the flame sword Wensi, he couldn't hide his increasingly strong fighting spirit in his heart. He actually took the initiative to attack, galloping like thunder while dancing wildly. Then a sea of ​​fire broke out in his sword species, like a ferocious beast spreading its mouth and swallowing it.

An Jie protected himself with his fighting spirit, and then rushed into the flames regardless of everything. Although he was not damaged by the flames, the high temperature around him still made him feel burning. He gritted his teeth and rushed to death, and finally emerged from the surroundings of the flames.

"Boy, this is just the beginning." After the flames, Wen Site's killer move was the wind. The sword was as fierce as the wind. It was very sharp. Every time the sword was used, it dragged a long fire light. The temperature around it was getting higher and higher, and almost even the iron could melt, which was unbearable and amazing.

An Jie was unarmed and could not fight against the weapon. Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind. He attacked the sword body, avoided the sword blade, and lost all of Wensit's attacks. Then he found out his flaws, and shot his shoulders quickly.

He didn't hit the vital point, thinking that An Jie knew that the opponent's strength was much higher than him, and even if he hit the vital point, it might not cause much damage. Therefore, his primary target of attack was Wensit's shoulder, which made his offensive unable to be smooth.

Sure enough, Wensit's arms could not be scattered freely. Although An Jie's attack did not cause much damage, the impact was still there. His shoulders began to numb, gradually affecting his arms, and his face became ugly.

An Jie took advantage of the victory and burst into bright fighting spirit with all his strength. The sacred light suddenly stinged Wensit's eyes, and he suddenly fell into an unfavorable situation. Before he could retreat, he was hit hard by the throat.

"Damn it, don't underestimate people." Being bullied by a weak opponent was something that no strong man could stand. Wensit became even more irritable, and his roaring red fighting spirit was like a flame, boiling on him, shaking An Jie away with his absolute strength advantage.

During the flight backwards, An Jie forced his waist to stabilize his body. When his body swirled in the air, he fell back to the ground steadily. Then he felt bad as soon as he touched the ground. The temperature inside his body became higher and higher, as if the flames were burning. He left and realized that it was Wensit's fiery red fighting spirit.

Although Wensit's fighting spirit is not a flame, it can also achieve a flame-like effect, create high temperatures, turn everything into ashes, or even take a breath of hot air, and the fiery red fighting spirit will invade the body and damage your internal organs.

"Damn it." An Jie immediately understood what was going on. Even taking a breath was so dangerous. He couldn't help but sink in his heart. He quickly pushed out the flame fighting energy in his body. It could be seen that a lot of hot air was coming out from him, and big drops of water were rolling down.

"Boy, it's hard for you to have such an excellent phenotype, but you picked the wrong opponent." Wensit laughed, as arrogant as a winner, and had already swung his sword at Anjie, and would never give him time to take a breath.

Seeing that the burning flame sword was about to slash the knife's forehead, it was urgent to wait, An Jie suddenly opened his mouth and breathed out, rushing to Wensit's face with great heat and strength.

Often, An Jie would gather most of the heat in his body and spit it out in one breath. Wen Si was caught off guard. The moment the air ball hit his face, it seemed like a ball hitting it. If he hadn't had strong power to protect himself, his nose would have been almost crooked.

An Jieshi wanted to seize the opportunity, and he clamped the flame sword of Wensit with his palms. He knew that this sword was a big trouble and must separate it from its master, so that the chance of victory would be greater.

Gripping his teeth, An Jie tried hard to pull the flame sword out of Wen Site's hand, but Wen Site refused to let go, and activated the flame sword to burst out strong flames, and he had to destroy An Jie's hands first.

The fighting spirit in his hand could not be protected for long, and An Jie felt that the flames began to burn his hands, but this time was the time to compete for his will. From childhood to adulthood, he trained an extremely tough heart. With a tiger roar, he suddenly flew up and kicked Wensit.

Wensite had just been knocked out and had not yet come back to his senses. He took An Jie's kick, and the pain made his hand relax in an instant. An Jie seized this opportunity, gritted his teeth, pulled the flame sword out of Wensite's hand, and threw it aside.

"You kid!" Not only was Wensit shocked, but even Landos, who was watching the fun, was stunned. This expression showed that with their qualifications, they had never encountered such a situation. He was obviously at level nine and was closely following the top ten, while his opponent was just a stinky boy, level seven, and could force himself to such a situation.

Although it reversed the situation again and again, the gap in strength was always unfavorable to An Jie. After successfully pulling out the Flame Sword, his hand was burned, and the pain spread throughout every nerve. It was just that An Jie was so critical that he didn't shout it out.

"Boy, I'm really surprised by your performance so far, but that's all. If you think I can't do it without the Flame Sword, then you're very wrong." Wensit showed an indifferent smile. After the sword was gone, it was replaced by a palm sword. It swept like a tornado and wind in the martial arts movement, extremely violent.

The distance was too close, and An Jie couldn't avoid it and wanted to resist it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was slashed hard by the palm knife. The defense line instantly lost its effect and his chest was hit the strongest blow since the war started.

Head-on battles, without having to make a fuss, speaks all by strength. The ninth level Wensite completely suppressed the seventh level An Jie. His palm sword hit was heavier than the one, stronger and more fierce than the storm. His murderous intent became stronger and stronger, and sometimes he made a crazy whistle to enjoy the unparalleled excitement.

"Boy fight back, fight back, where is the might of the momentum just now?" Wen Site was in power and was ruthless. He slashed hard continuously, almost breaking An Jie's bones and a few ribs. He laughed wildly: "It's too weak, too weak. You are as weak as if you are a sick cat. Let me tell you boy, this is the gap in strength. You should practice again. Maybe there is hope. Unfortunately, you will never have this opportunity again."

"That may not be." An Jie, who was beaten, stepped back step by step, attracting the opponent to pursue him continuously. His eyes suddenly showed a sharp look. He suddenly rushed out with lightning, grabbed Wen Site's arm, borrowed the opponent's attack too strong force, and made a shoulder-to-shoulder fall, and threw Wen Site to the ground, and deliberately found a place with too many stones to throw him.

Wensit felt a dizzy turn, and then a huge impact came from his back. The worst thing was that he felt his butt fell in half. Before he could get angry, he suddenly felt his arms start to tighten.

After successfully falling down Wensit, An Jie knew that defeating this person with stronger strength would require a destruction of his arm, so he began to rotate and used his turn to twist one of Wensit's arms into a braid. Unfortunately, at the last moment, Wensit shook An Jie away with his strength, and then he saved his arm and was not destructed, but it was difficult to fight again.

"I will never spare you if you are killed by heaven." Wensit stormed from the ground regardless of the pain, and his kick was like thunder, carrying a thousand pounds of force. The strong wind that was like a tsunami had suppressed all An Jie's movements, including dodging and defense. He could only rely on his body to resist this attack.

Wensit's strongest kick swept An Jie away, and the blood was sprayed in the air, which was very bright and shocking. Seeing Weili and Anya were so scared that they almost exclaimed.

"Brother Anjie." Due to concern, Anya ignored the danger and wanted to rush out of the flame cage. However, Weili had tried it a few times before. Not to mention destroying the flame cage, it would be difficult to get close to it. The temperature around it was at least thousands of degrees.

Just when Weili wanted to stop Anya from doing stupid things, something suddenly happened. There was a faint light on Anya's body protecting her. Not to mention that the heat and flames did not hurt him at all. In this way, under the incredible situation, Anya rushed out of the flame cage intact, and even Wensit's chin was almost falling off.

"This little girl seems to be..." Landos, who did not take action, remained calm and stared at Anya for a while, remembering what Villi said before, Anya is Skeen's girl. Isn't this the little girl that the bottomless abyss is about to rob?

So what happened that day appeared before my eyes again. Anya, who was still a baby girl, fell from the sky under the protection of a force without any harm.
Chapter completed!