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Chapter 190: Survival from Despair 06

As soon as Yu Wenyi finished speaking, the Qinglong Sword in his hand turned into a beam of light several feet thick and slashed towards the two of them crazily!

At the same time, the air elements around him began to fluctuate violently, and he actually spat out an obscure language in his mouth, and then shouted loudly at the leader in black: "Fire will burn the sky!"

The next moment, countless flames appeared in the air. The flames surged like huge waves in the sea, carrying blazing heat and murderous intent toward the leader in black.

The leader in black did not expect that Yu Wenyi had a back-up move. He was stunned for a moment. At the moment when he was stunned, the monstrous flames swarmed up and surrounded him. The blazing flames were so hot that

Comparable to magma, everything tangible in its path is reduced to ashes, leaving no trace of armor behind.

Even the man in black who was injured by Yu Wenyi's unparalleled sword light was not spared. He was only affected by the monstrous flames. He didn't even have time to make a sound, and instantly turned into a ball of mist!

The leader in black finally realized how powerful it was. He screamed in pain in the flames, his expression was wolfish and ferocious, and the pain of being burned by the fire spread all over his body. His voice gradually became hoarse, "You actually

It’s magic and martial arts! I’m so patient, I didn’t use it until now!”

When Yu Wenyi heard this, he didn't feel any proud or excited. Instead, he couldn't help opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Then his whole body softened and he fell to the place where Nangong Lingyue was unconscious.

Prince Yi of the Yuwen Dynasty, in the eyes of outsiders, is a handsome man who is as gentle as the wind, elegant and calm, but no one knows his true strength, especially the magic and martial arts. Almost no one in the entire Yuwen Dynasty knows about it except his two guards.

That's because, to others, dual cultivation of magic and martial arts is a symbol of strength, a show off that intimidates everyone.

But for Yu Wenyi, it is a weakness, because every time he uses magic, his whole person will feel as if his strength has been drained, exhausted and unable to move anymore.

Just like now, if he couldn't kill the leader in black with one blow, Yu Wenyi wouldn't dare to release magic at all, and it was a high-level magic with fire attributes: Burning Flames.

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Yu Wenyi sat on the ground, letting the blood on his body flow out from the wounds everywhere. His pale face became even more bloodless, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He gasped for air and seemed to move in succession.

All the strength is gone.

However, at this moment, a sinister voice suddenly came from a distance, "Jie Jie..."

When Yu Wenyi heard this, his expression froze. The voice was too familiar. He looked up and saw You Ming in a black magic robe approaching quickly, with a sinister and proud look on his wrinkled face.

Smiling, he cast a wind-attributed levitating spell at his feet. It was just a rudimentary levitating spell cast in the hands of a senior magician, but it was far away. He actually flew towards Yu Wenyi as if he was riding the wind.

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"Ah... ah..." The black-clothed leader who was about to be burned to death saw Netherworld and seemed to have seen a savior. He shouted excitedly, "Sir, save me, venerable, save me..."

Soon, Youming came here. He didn't even look at the leader in black who was burned by the fire. He just snorted coldly and disdainfully and said: "Useless things, I have raised you in vain! So much!

The masters can't even solve it for two or two children, what's the point of living for you!"

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