Eight Hundred and Second Chapter Glass Soup (3)

King Ming's eyes also became serious, one fire spirit can be dealt with, but three... it will take all the strength.

It also knows about Shiyu, or it can be said that the powerful men in the eighth heaven who are threatening to monsters are within the scope of its attention. Meeting Shiyu suddenly today, it was surprised, but also thought of some possibilities.

I heard that a hundred years ago, three boys from the iron-eating beast clan went to the Ninth Heaven... and Shi Yu was also born in the Ninth Heaven... That is to say, it is very likely that the Iron-eating Beast had already had friendship with Shi Yu back then. And today, Shi Yu also knew that he was going to Zhushan, so he intercepted him halfway.

If monsters collude with humans, they deserve to die.

Killing intent flashed across King Ming's eyes, and he looked at Shi Yu with an extremely unfriendly look. And Shi Yu also knew very well in her heart that she must fight to the death with King Ming today, otherwise King Ming would definitely not let the panda and the human race in the abandoned city go.

With different positions, it is doomed that many things must be on opposite sides, and there is no room for relaxation in the middle. Once you face it, you will die.

"I didn't expect you to have such an adventure." Duke Ming opened his arms, and the cloak fell off his body in confusion, and drifted away with the wind. In Shiyu's hand, he also had an extra fan in his hand.

The fan should have been refined from peacock feathers, the feathers on it were gone, only the blue-gold fan bones. It has a slightly metallic texture, and it looks like an elegant scholar in his hand.

"But compared to the senior, it's still not as good." Shi Yu was talking, but all the spiritual power in his body had been mobilized, and he looked at the other party vigilantly.

"If it's really inferior, it won't be possible to have my current cultivation at such a young age. The human race is really becoming more and more powerful now, and younger generations are emerging one after another." King Ming said. These words are seven points sincere and three points dark.

"The monsters occupy the sky, and compared to the human race, there will only be more and no less."

The two walked towards each other, and when they were almost halfway there, they made moves towards each other at the same time.

After all, King Ming was so hot, when the fan was opened, those fan bones shot towards Shi Yu like a small sword, Shi Yu immediately dodged it, knowing that he had the advantage in close combat with a dagger. So while dodging, he approached King Ming.

After avoiding the last fan bone, Shi Yu was already two steps away from King Ming. She held her hand too high for a while, and the blade wrapped with the fire power of the three fire spirits drew cracks in the void.

But at this moment, King Ming grasped it with five fingers, and Shi Yu dared to feel the creeps running down his back. She quickly jumped into the sky, but her right foot was caught by King Ming, she turned around quickly, the three-colored fire on the toes burned,

King Ming had no choice but to let go. But in just a short while, Shi Yu saw thousands of peacock feather needles as thin as silk stabbing towards her.

It turned out that the peacock feathers on the fan were not missing, but were hidden in order to be used as hidden weapons.

Two needles pierced into Shiyu's leg, Shiyu only dared to feel pain deep in the bone marrow, and his whole body staggered. And King Ming seized the opportunity again, slapped her bone into a knife, and the icy cold light slashed towards her neck.

Shi Yu quickly blocked it with the dagger, and the spiritual powers of the two sides converged here. In the end, Shi Yu was weaker, and his whole body was shaken back several steps, his chest hurt, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

However, King Ming didn't give her the slightest chance to rest, the blue light of the fan was like a celestial girl scattering flowers, and the earthy-yellow spiritual power condensed and lingered, seemingly invisible, but there was a murderous intent everywhere. As long as Shi Yu is scratched by spiritual power, the flesh and blood of the whole person will be cut off.

Shi Yu was shocked by King Ming's sophistication, and at the same time he mustered all his energy to deal with it. King Ming had long been murderous towards her, if he didn't break through today, he would probably perish here.

After strenuously resisting the fan's attack with the dagger, Shi Yu made a move of the fire spirit, trying to use them to open up the next situation. However, the power of the three-color fire is great, but the premise is that it must be attacked on the target.

King Ming is a ghostly ghost, and the fan in his hands can be said to be miraculous, without any flaws. Every time Shiyu wanted to seize the loophole to attack, but every time he was blocked by the fan.

In the end, Shi Yu had no choice but to let the fire spirits separate and attack King Ming in different directions. The fire was raging, and the surrounding trees and grass were all scorched. The fire spirit, which no longer restrained its power, was in full swing, and within the burned house, not a single blade of grass grew.

At the same time, King Ming had to resist the attack of the three-headed fire spirit and Shi Yu's sneak attack, and at this moment he also began to have a little difficulty.

Speaking of it, this is still due to the power of the fire spirit. It is a monster that has not yet broken through the fusion stage, and it can not be embarrassed by the three-headed fire spirit, which shows that it is indeed very powerful.

Shi Yu, on the other hand, is looking for an opportunity. After all, King Ming is older than her, so many years of ups and downs, battle experience makes him hide his weaknesses very well. So she had to wait patiently and look for flaws.

The two of them competed in the sky, their spiritual power slashed around like a knife and an axe, fiery red and earthy yellow intertwined, sometimes dazzling, sometimes bloody and bloody. The forest below was forcibly destroyed to create a hollow area, and outside this range, all the monsters and spirit plants were looking up to the sky.

This kind of realm competition, they spend their whole lives, maybe they can only see this one time.

After going back and forth for nearly half an hour, Shi Yu was covered in injuries. Several peacock feathers had been stabbed on her body, her body was mottled with blood, and the corner of her mouth was dripping with blood. But at this moment, there was a strong fighting spirit in her eyes.

It turned out that it was so exciting to fight against a master. Almost every move and every move was on the verge of death, but the strong smell of blood only made her more excited.

Looking at King Ming again, it is not much better now. The three fire spirits all had their own minds, and although they hadn't coordinated well, the occasional raids had burned King Ming's body in several places, making him lose his previous demeanor and appear extraordinarily embarrassing. At the same time, it was successfully attacked by Shi Yu several times, and the blood was dripping wet, making it even more ruthless.

After fighting for so long, Shi Yu gradually discovered a pattern. She found that every time King Ming threw the fan, his back was in air defense for a moment. This discovery made her blood boil all over, as long as she seized this gap, maybe she could win.

Shi Yu was calm, his face was expressionless. She carefully manipulated Huo Ling to distract King Ming's attention, and she was still jumping up and down, as if she was looking for a sneak attack opportunity.

Finally, after she was repulsed by King Ming once, she saw him throw out his fan.

It's now!

Shi Yu made a quick move with his hand, "Huo Ling, get up!"

The three-headed fire spirits instantly merged behind King Ming's back, turning into a sword and stabbing towards his back...