Shengyi knew that if he wanted to win, he must hurt Conway.

And this injury cannot be low.

He is now only a third-order holy dragon, and his strength is similar to that of Tongyou.

If they don't think of a way, they won't get any results until dark.

At this time, Conway was also messed up, he forgot the choice of not being able to fight melee.

Even though Holy One is not physical practice, it is better than physical practice.

"Stop! Boy kid dare!"

Although Conway is not far away, he can strongly feel the temperature of the flame in the palm of the Holy One.

His face (color) changed again and again!

Never let him bake it!

There is no time to think about what flame it is, only his destiny sword pill in his eyes.

Sheng Yi used the natal dragon inflammation.

Sword pill instantly turned into molten iron under the high temperature (hot r), and then evaporated into water vapor.

"puff!"

Conway, who had just arrived in front of Holy One, felt a pain, like a severe blow.

A spit of blood spewed out and was seriously injured. The repair was immediately reduced by half.

"Conway retreats!"

The head master, Kang Dashan, hurriedly shouted.

Conway also realized that he was in absolute danger without any hesitation.

Go backwards immediately.

But it's too late.

Holy One's purpose is to come over to Conway.

Now that the whole intention has been reached, how could he let him go.

"Hey! It's too late for you (gangan) now, you're done!"

Shengyi (Lu) smiled with a successful plan.

With that, he grabbed five fingers and stretched his head against Conway's head.

call!

The temperature of Long Yan arrives before the palms arrive.

No it!

Conway's hair was instantly burnt (dry gan).

The whole head was buzzing.

"No! I'm dead!"

Kang Cheng had a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Hurrying to spin Reiki to resist.

If he wasn't hurt just now, he might be able to hold on for a while.

But he has lost half of it. How can he resist it for a moment?

But he did not give up his last struggle.

Reach out and pat your pocket.

Click!

A green (color) cape made of unknown materials instantly covered the entire body (sh n).

But it also just blocks the breath.

The green (color) cape blew up.

Kang Cheng kept backing, he didn't look at the cloak.

Instead, he patted his pockets while going backwards.

Pieces of defense magic were summoned.

Dozens of magic weapons were used as talisman (sh 身 n).

Although there is only a short breath, more than a dozen items are more than ten breaths.

If you can return to this camp, with the help of your ancestors, you will be safe (off tuo) from your life.

When I think about the beauty, it doesn't look good, it must not be achieved.

"Ah ... Patriarch ..."

Conway just screamed three words and was burned to death by Long Yanwu.

Conway didn't even use his struggling strength in Long Yan.

The battlefield was silent immediately.

The elders of the three sword schools, the heads of them all looked at the flame in the palm of Sheng's palm in shock.

"What fire is that?"

"It's a different fire! But looking at strangers, it doesn't seem to be the top thirty on the different fire list."

"Top 30? I'm afraid the 10th-ranked demon fire won't be able to roast Conway's sword pills so quickly, right?"

"..."

Just as everyone was talking, Sheng Yi clapped his hands and left the battlefield smartly.

And the veins of Kang Dashan Sun (acupoint xu) kept trembling.

Disadvantageous start!

It was a pity that a promising disciple was lost in the first war!

He could feel that the momentum of Kang's army suddenly weakened a little.