Chapter 385: Their Respective Battlefields (Yellow)

"Ahh......h He knew that this move was not only classical but also down, but it still did not stop.

"Judging by common sense, it should be a T-shaped Obasang who is about to go through menopause and is ready to pretend to be tender is cursing me." Because he held the sword and staff in his hand, he could only wipe his nose with the back of his hand.

"No, judging by common sense, based on your face, it should be a group of Obasans who are ready to pretend to be tender at menopause and are thinking about eating you alive. When the time comes, you will be, anyway, men will not suffer at any time. "A dignified Orodal priest can actually answer in the same band as Lu Xi, one can imagine how colorful and funny he is in the fire demon clan known for his arrogance and fierceness.

"Oh, it means that you, a quiet young man with a beautiful flame and a demon, are often played by the unspoken rules of your own clan's Obasan? It's really a bitter tear for you. โ€

"Thank you. But Barlow is genderless. โ€

"In other words, you are being used as a two-way plug by a group of menopausal yin and yang people who are neither male nor female? Suddenly I feel more and more pitiful for you. Lu Xi said so, and then watched with great satisfaction as the other party's breathing became obviously rapid and heavy, and his heart and body were suddenly relieved.

Fight with the protagonist of the 10th level famous acting skills and 10th level famous eloquence? Red fat man, you are killing yourself.

"Then again...... Red fat man, it's been this point, aren't you tired? โ€

Egonde couldn't help but almost roll his eyesโ€”of course, with their torch-like eyes, there was no whites at allโ€”and he thought to himself, of course, I'm tired now, after all, whoever faces a monster who has won for a long time and is instantly resurrected with full blood can't calm down. Regardless of the physical pressure, the mental pressure is real. What's more, this monster who killed a thousand knives also seems to know that he can be resurrected with full blood. At the beginning, he did not hesitate to attack with the most fierce means, and brought himself, a quiet magician, into a very fast-paced battle.

If it's usual. The Flame Demon wasn't too worried. Although he is an Orodal priest who focuses on the legal system, he is the head of the Barlo Flame Demon after all. Whether it is physical vitality, agility or brute strength, it will only be far above Lu Xi, and theoretically it will never lose...... Of course, the words that represent objective truth, such as theory, common sense, and reason, are often the words that are the easiest to lie down, and when a pig's foot yells "Lao Tzu is going against the sky, tongues", it is when the order of the universe represented by these words falls apart. For example, when you are facing a dragon arrogant; For example, when you're dealing with a Mary Sue; Another example is when you're playing against an opponent who doesn't know how many red and green bars there are.

Speaking of this, Lu Xi shuddered coldly, he always felt as if he had been put in a very low position by the will of the Great Universe outside some box.

"What the hell are you a monster? I've broken your bones. Why can it be restored again and again? Could it be that you are wearing a treasure like the Spirit of Asmo? No, no, how could a treasure with the infinite self-healing power of Asmo's Spirit be so easy for a second one to appear in the world? โ€

"Asmo's Spirit? Is it the treasure that gave me a hundred lives of my unbeautiful and unsuccessful old enemy King Belkiel? Hey, the things we wear are at least 99 times stronger in terms of effect and cuteness. "Speaking from the heart, even if the brilliant artifacts are added, the effect is definitely not as good as the system sauce of the golden thighs.

Of course, every time you upgrade to level 1, red, blue, and green will be completely full of such a profound thing, how can Lu Xi talk nonsense?

From just now, Lu Xi has already increased his mage level by level 5. This is equivalent to taking 5 consecutive doses of the final level of supplementation. In the RPG world, the final boss will also be grinded to death by such a miserable protagonist privilege, and the Orendal priest in front of him, who can only be regarded as the boss in the level at most, is naturally even more tragic. At this moment, he has deep and shallow wounds on his horns, forehead, shoulders, waist and abdomen, and even ankles. The blood with the breath of fire seeped from those wounds, but it seemed to be molten steel seeping from the punk-like steelmaking workshops of the industrial age.

None of these wounds are fatal, but one more can be fatal. At least the quiet beautiful boy Egangde in the flame demon is absolutely unwilling to let himself become a broken blast furnace that has been bubbling molten steel all over his body, at least more than half a century beyond the design life.

Physical injuries are one thing, but mental and physical fatigue is even more fatal. He has been able to see his limits. But he can't see the limit of the other party, and he doesn't know how many times the other party can be resurrected in such a full state of blood. If you continue to fight like this, it will not be useless.

Belkiel was right. This one is called 'Lu Xi? The magician of Belencaster is a monster and will surely become a great problem for us. The Flame Priest remembered the conversation he had had with the Immortal when the Legion had come to visit the Legion not long ago. At that time, I was dismissive, but now I think it is true and have a relationship.

Lord Orondar must be taken seriously.

In the unfavorable situation, the chaotic and evil realist demons will never have the fighting spirit to fight to the death, and can also find a theoretical basis for their own enlightenment in the shortest possible time.

However, Lu Xi will never let the other party escape.

Lu Xi knew that sooner or later, he would be discovered by a cunning and shrewd opponent when he had countless jaw-dropping plug-in abilities. The progress of strength beyond common sense can be explained by talent, and the true eye of the god of war can also be explained by the ethereal sixth sense, so there is really no suitable reason for the resurrection of full blood. Since this is the case, Lu Xi can't let go of this "beautiful boy" who knows too much. Although he didn't think that his loveless rivals would figure out such a golden thigh full of two-dimensional grooves as System Sauce, he knew that he had a demonic aura, and it was natural to raise the plan to pinch him to death as soon as possible several priorities.

There is only one choice - kill and kill!

"Look at your thief-eyed eyes that are dripping and turning, you should be quite spiritual, otherwise you wouldn't have the heart to fight with me. Case. Let's fight again! Lu Xi waved the World Tree Scepter in his left hand vigorously, and a dark and dim magic ripple that was close to purple-black ripples rippled out of the air. In an instant, the Flame Demon Priest was enveloped in it.

The Flame Demon Priest looked incredulous, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words in a calm tone: "Dimensional anchor? โ€

"Do you think you're the only one who can use it?"

Not sure why. The fire demon's heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicably complex anger, overflowing that made him almost breathless. He didn't know if it was anger, embarrassment, shame or fear. He suddenly realized that he, a dignified Barlo Flame Demon, Orodal Priest, and any Abyss Lord and Demon General had to treat each other with courtesy, but he had to flee in front of a human who he regarded as an ant. What's more, this "ant" has to slap himself in the face in the end. Chiguo Guo announced: You are my prey, don't even think about escaping!

What a shame!

Although the fire demon wanted to yell "Lao Tzu fought with you", he felt that this kind of pure master to the point of being a little hysterical might not even be consistent with the style of painting on himself.

After thinking for two seconds, this powerful demon suddenly raised his hand and pointed behind Lu Xi, with a very natural expression of surprise on his face, and shouted: "Ah, look, there are ten Belkir behind you." Then he didn't even pay attention to Lu Xi's reaction and quickly turned around. He spread out his two huge bat wings and flew as fast as he could.

It wasn't until the Flame Demon had flown out more than ten meters away that Lu Xi reacted, he was not really frightened by the other party's classical means, but by the other party who actually thought that such classical methods were still useful to bluff. Of course. Either way, this Orodal priest was already halfway there, at least he had flapped his wings and managed to pull a considerable distance from Lu Xi. It's a shame that he can still fly at such a speed with such a fat and strong body, it's really hard work.

"Phew. Fat red man! What does it look like to run away like this? You're a Barlow Flame Demon and a Chaos Priest! The Calamity King is sighing, and Orodal is weeping. Do you know how sad your father and mother in heaven must be to see you like this? โ€

"The Barlow clan are all born demon nobles born in the calamity tides of the core of the lava sea, where did they come from?" The Flame Demon Priest still flapped his wings and didn't look back, but he still remembered to give Lu Xikop, he was really a good boy who was serious and studious!

"Ah, it turns out that you are not only a yin and yang person who is neither male nor female, but also a cultivator who jumps out of stone cracks and liquid pools? The protagonist says that he is indeed disgusted by you anti-physics guys. โ€

At this moment, Egangde once again had the idea of "Lao Tzu fought with you", but after all, it was only fleeting in his heart, and the speed of escape was suddenly a little happier.

He felt the storm of magic sweeping over the back of his head, and as he continued to walk, he nimbly moved and leaped in the air, dodging the attacks of the magical missiles. Even if he decides to escape, the Flame Demon Priest is still one of the top spellcasters in the world, and his ability to perceive and respond to magic is unbelievable. In fact, if it weren't for Lu Xi's more rebellious plug-in talent, the outcome of this heads-up would not even be in suspense.

But the reality is that the weak with the plug-in is pursuing, and the strong without the plug-in are running away, which shows that the world has never been fair, and the one with the backstage is the boss, which is the eternal royal road......

The fire demon's movements were very flexible, but he seemed more and more flustered under the increasingly dense barrage. After all, he is not a petite and delicate fantasy hometown cute girl, but a red fat man with a height of eight feet and a waist circumference of eight feet, and it is not easy to hide to this point. A cold man, the left wing was hit by several attributeless magic bullets in a row.

The non-attribute magic missile released by the Celestial Pole Array can ignore any magical defense of normal nature, and even the magic shield of the Fire Demon Priest is no exception. In the explosion of the magic bomb, Egangde's flesh wings were suddenly pulled apart by several very obvious tears, and demon blood splattered. He let out a muffled grunt of pain, and involuntarily staggered in the air with a very noticeable stagger. Theoretically, the meat wings that had been hit so hard could not support the huge body of the fire demon in the air, but at that moment, he didn't know where to burst out of a fierce force that should not belong to the demon, and he just stabilized his body and continued to grit his teeth and move forward. At that moment, Beethoven Helen Hawking's soul possessed, and all the disabled heroes Ulla!

It's a pity that Helen in this demon? This was the end of Keller's fortunes, and in the orbit he was on, two lightning bolts that had been released from there appeared from the corner of the mountain wall, hitting the Flame Demon Priest in the chest with the precision of a human-operated missile. After a pleasant sound of thunder and lightning and screams, and a slight smell of burning, the quiet young man turned into a large mass of indescribable black substance and fell to the ground, his life and death unknown. (To be continued......)