Chapter 445: Melee in the Arena (Forty-Eight)

Style: Fantasy Author: little white money manWords: 2479Update Time: 24/01/18 17:14:06
"The Wrath of the Blood Demon!"

The Gorefiend roared angrily, and its body was instantly filled with wild power. As if controlled by invisible hands, it began to expand rapidly, as if it had turned into a terrifying and weird balloon.

The blood demon's skin became as hot as fire, as if there were wild flames roaring under the skin, and his pair of red eyes as deep as wine were filled with an irresistible bloodthirsty madness. Its body continues to expand, its muscles are like skin sacs inflated by magic, and its blood vessels are twisted and bulged, like black snakes meandering wantonly under the skin.

"Boom!"

There was a deafening bang, and the blood demon's huge body finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded instantly.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the ground was scattered with blood-red debris, which looked as densely packed as seeds spread by the wind.

A roiling dark red energy wave spreads around, and its impact is almost impeccable.

This force lifted Kui Huo and the others away with an overwhelming advantage. They were like kites with broken strings, unable to resist, and were thrown to the ground hard.

Xuangui, Baize, Kuihuo, Bifang, Balong, Yaizhen, Guijia, Huanglin and Leili all took a breath of cold air.

Although they had expected it, the blood demon tried to die with them with the power of self-destruction, which still made them frightened.

They pushed themselves up exhaustedly and struggled to get up from the aftermath of the explosion.

Although their faces looked tired, their eyes were still full of perseverance and determination.

They knew that this was not the time to rest. Although the Blood Demon's self-destruction was powerful, their core foundation was not damaged, and they still had the strength and will to fight.

At this moment, the six lion demons were like demons coming out of hell. They waved their scarlet halberds and fanatically sucked in the thick blood mist around them. Their bodies released a strong force, forming a formidable energy field, and it seemed that even the surrounding air was trembling in front of this force.

One of the lion demons sneered, and the blood halberd in his hand drew bloody arcs in the air. He roared loudly: "Do you think your strength is extraordinary? Just wait and see, we will let you experience the true power for yourself. So powerful!"

Huang Lin raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see that the Xie Zhi had been severely injured, and blood was pouring out of its mouth like a trickle and dripping on the ground. Obviously, Haechi had been scarred by the powerful power of the magic circle.

Huang Lin hurriedly said: "The magic circle has been broken. Xuangui, Baize, Kuihuo, the three of you quickly go to protect Xiezhi. Let's fight these lion demons."

When Huang Lin finished speaking, Xuangui, Baize, and Kuihuo nodded slightly, and then quickly flew in the direction of Xiezhi.

"Haha, boy, you are too arrogant." The Lion Demon said coldly, "If you choose to fight in a group, there is still a chance to compete with us, but if you fight alone, death will undoubtedly be the only result."

Before he finished speaking, the lion demon waved his hand suddenly, and the blood halberd stabbed Huang Lin like lightning.

Huang Lin's figure swayed like lightning, skillfully dodging this round of onslaught.

He shouted loudly, with strong fighting spirit, and shouted: "Stop talking unnecessary words, let's have a passionate contest!"

Huang Lin gathered all his strength, and like a tiger coming out of the gate, he immediately jumped into the air and rushed towards the lion demon.

At this moment, the blood mist around him was rolling, like a pot of boiling water, surging violently.

The six lion demons roared in synchronization, which was deafening. Their bodies instantly exploded like spring thunder, their original heights soared to more than ten feet, and their bodies became even more majestic and majestic.

Their skin became as red as blood, flashing with a cunning red light, as if they were blood-drinking devils.

The blood halberd in his hand added to the endless bloodlust, as if absorbing the wildness and impulse of countless lives, exuding an irresistible aura of killing.

"Suffer death!"

The lion demon roared ferociously and charged towards Huang Lin fiercely.

"Brothers, follow me!"

The Tyrant Dragon roared like thunder, armed with Wu Gong's gun, and took the lead to face the charging Lion Demon.

His spear skills were skillful and skillful, and the tip of his spear danced like a spiritual snake, drawing beautiful arcs in the void.

Each thrust was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, like lightning piercing the air, so fast that it was almost impossible to detect.

Every attack made the lion demon take a step back, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

"Hey, feel the power of my black iron stool!"

Bi Fang smiled ferociously and smashed the black iron stool in his hand against the head of a lion demon.

There was only a muffled sound, and the lion demon screamed miserably. His body rolled and flew out as if being hit by a heavy hammer, and fell hard to the ground, stirring up a thick cloud of dust.

Yaizhen held the dragon shovel in his hand, like a cunning spiritual snake shuttling between the two lion demons. Every swing brought up a piece of flesh and blood, which could even break their bones.

"The weak will be the weak after all," Yazui sneered, "No matter how fast you hide, you can't be faster than my dragon shovel."

"Are you unable to kill me, or are you deliberately letting go?" Yazui said coldly, murmuring softly. The pleasure of killing the lion demon made him a little excited.

Turtle Shell danced his Demon-Slaying Whisk leisurely, sweeping aside the surrounding blood mist with a calm and calm attitude.

The turtle's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he locked onto a lion demon coldly.

Then, an invisible force suddenly appeared like a ghost, knocking the lion demon to the ground easily, as fragile as a scarecrow in a wheat field.

The demonic blood on the lion demon's body was like a flower being spawned, drawing thrilling arcs in the air and falling on the ground.

A cold smile appeared on Turtle Shell's lips, and he said proudly: "You will all die!"

Huang Lin sat firmly on the ground, holding his Hunyuan Qin firmly with his hands like precision machines.

The sun shines through the clouds and gently falls on the white robe he is wearing, depicting its delicate texture.

Huang Lin wears a pure white mask on his face. This simple color blends with his surrounding environment, making his face blurred, but it is enough to see his tall nose bridge standing upright, like a mountain peak in the clouds and mist. stand.

Huang Lin's fingers danced lightly on the strings, just like the water in the mountain stream caressing the stones.

The sound of the piano is like an invisible spiritual wall, both melodious and solid.

There were sounds of "pop pop", like ripples of water, blocking the charging lion demon.

Lei Li stood on the spot, spinning the thunderstorm dart in his hand rapidly, and a thunder ball shot out from the tip of the dart, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the lion demon was blown away.

His body drew a long trail of flames on the ground, and his originally huge eyes seemed even more hollow and frightened at the moment, full of fear and unwillingness.

"Roar!"

The lion demon roared, and his body made a harsh hiss on the ground.

His eyes gradually turned scarlet, and his body began to shake, like a trapped animal struggling.

Suddenly, the lion demon's left arm turned into fine ashes in the air, slowly drifted away, and disappeared in the invisible wind.

"Is this all you can do? You're really weak." Lei Li's voice sounded faintly behind him.

Following the words, a force surged out of Lei Li's body, like a dormant beast suddenly awakening.

On Lei Li's left palm, a stream of white mist was steaming, and the cold air was as sharp as a snowstorm on a winter night, ruthless.

"Glacier Exploding Palm!" Lei Li roared, and his voice shook the surrounding area. He quickly waved his palm forward, and the agile breath in his palm instantly formed a churning glacier, exuding a biting chill, like the god of death from the far north, sweeping towards the lion demon with its teeth and claws.

The powerful power contained in the glacier seems to be able to freeze all living creatures in place, plunging the entire world into endless cold.