The purple flame looks a bit dreamy, like a wisp of fairy flame that can wander freely at the intersection of the two flames. Wherever it passes, whether it is dry blue ice flame or dragon flame, they all retreat. It looks like, It feels like a king has arrived, which is amazing.
Looking at the purple flames in the palm of his hand, Jiang Yue was a little frightened. If he hadn't discovered it in time, he might have turned into a pile of fly ash. If he was really possessed by the purple flames, the consequences would be really unimaginable. Fortunately, he was in time. It was discovered that Jiang Yue used spiritual power to bind the purple flame in his palm.
However, that seemingly small wisp of purple flame seemed to possess endless power. Even if Jiang Yue used all his strength, the seven spiritual cyclones in his body started to operate at the same time. He could only barely control this wisp of purple flame. It was just flame. He even had no ability to take the opportunity to refine it, but the huge consumption still made Jiang Yue feel a huge crisis.
If there is no external siege by dragon flames, Jiang Yue can just ignore it and leave this place directly. Let the purple flames disappear, but under the current situation, Jiang Yue cannot move at all. The external pressure directly blocks him. In this area, that is to say, there is also the threat of purple flames at this time.
What's more important is that where the two flames intersect, there are traces of purple flames, which makes Jiang Yue extremely depressed!
The huge consumption made Jiang Yue feel huge pressure. Coupled with the newly generated purple flames in his palms and around him, he also felt a huge crisis. It was a feeling of being about to disappear at any time, which made Jiang Yue's mood... It was very heavy. If he died in the hands of a famous general, he would have recognized it, but Jiang Yue was still not willing to die in the hands of such a dirty person!
After thinking about it, Jiang Yue gritted his teeth and took out the Shenglong Sword with a thought.
In order to refine this purple flame, there must be an object that can hold this ray of flame, and it must be closely related to him, and it must contain his essence, blood and spiritual thoughts. Jiang Yue can't think of anything. , besides the Shoryu Sword, what other items can carry this flame.
Looking at the Shenglong Sword in front of him, Jiang Yue was very reluctant to part with it, because this Shenglong Sword followed him in battles in the north and south, and he had defeated many powerful enemies. But today, he wanted to put the Shenglong Sword here. Burning in the purple flame, the feeling is as if you are pushing your life and death brother into the fire with your own hands.
The mournful cry sounded, and Shenglong Sword could feel Jiang Yue's thoughts. The extremely spiritual Shenglong Sword was not afraid of death at this moment. Perhaps it already understood what was about to happen, but it was still not afraid.
"I will avenge you. I swear, I will definitely avenge you! Wu Mingfeng, wash your neck and wait for me!" There were two lines of tears in Jiang Yue's eyes. He didn't know how long it had been. I shed tears, but at this moment, there were still two lines of tears left.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them lightly, just because he hasn't felt sad yet.
The Shenglong Sword, from the moment Jiang Yue got it in the underground palace, has been following Jiang Yue, fighting in the north and south, sweeping away powerful enemies, but at this time, he was about to die in a sea of fire. Jiang Yue was not willing to give in, really not willing to give in, The moment the Shenglong Sword melted into the purple flames, Jiang Yue's heart felt like a knife cutting him, "Wu Mingfeng, I must kill you, I must kill you with my own hands!"