"Bang!"

Zhao Hu's feet flew to the ground, wrapped in the flame demon fighting spirit, his black hair was flying, his cloak was straight, and there were still drops of blood on the bottom of his helmet, his eyes were emitting crazy light, and his hands were ten fingers, which were more like welded on Porter's right wrist, and he fell deeply into his skin. (.

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Potter calmed down his mind. It was useless to panic. With his rich experience in battle, he found that he still had a major advantage in being at a disadvantage, that is, five thousand years of fighting spirit, which allowed him to have a long buffering time under this disadvantage. If he dealt with it properly, he would definitely escape from the heavens and get rid of this extremely unfavorable dilemma.

At this point, he held his breath and condensed his energy, fighting against Zhao Hu's fierce suction, slowly gathering power that could help him get out of trouble with one blow.

He dared not force the fighting spirit without regard for the consequences as he did at the beginning, causing a large amount of fighting spirit to be sucked without a trace, and gave Zhao Hu the damn fallen angel in vain. He cursed this kind of depraved evil magic in his heart, and only the most despicable and shameless fallen person could use it.

This technique of sucking others' ability to enhance the body's earth-yin damage, whether the gods or demons have never seen it, Potter firmly believes that if he preached it, he would be afraid that countless demons would join forces to chase Zhao Hu and kill him to death until he could not die again, so that he could completely eliminate this technique of damaging the heavens and harming the truth.

Zhao Hu stared like a bell, and the sperm-sucking technique was used with all his strength. When he saw Porter calm down, he suddenly felt something was wrong. If he was blindly attacking and attacking, it would be beneficial for him to suck and suck. He resisted with all his might, and ordered the flow of the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and sucking the sucking and greedily absorbing the sluggish dark sucking and every time he absorbed a point, he became stronger.

The murderous aura surged in his eyes. He could never let Potter leave this place. The terrifying consequences were so terrifying. He knew in his heart that the great method of suction was a perverted skill that was hated by people and devils, and once it was leaked, he would be afraid of chasing masters from all over the world.

Time passed by minute by minute. The two fiercely fighting lords seemed to froze, with four palms facing each other and staring at the copper bell, confronting invisible murderous aura like a cockfighting cock. It condensed faintly above the heads of the two, like a thread getting tighter and tighter, and it was possible to break out at any time!

As the Porter Dou Qi was slowly moving, it gradually accumulated onto his arms. The dark demonic energy emanated from his pores, rushing on the surface of his body like flames, and the diffuse momentum became stronger and stronger.

He didn't dare to force the fighting spirit quickly. Then, more fighting spirit would be sucked away. The feeling of the essence of life being quickly sucked makes him feel scared. It was too unimaginable and weird!

As he urged his aura to ascend, the source of Dou Qi broke into a small river like a river. A slow and weak Dou Qi was sucked continuously by a strange and irresistible sucking force. Potter clearly felt that the dark Dou Qi that had been practicing for five thousand years was ruthlessly passing every second.

That feeling of fear is simply crazy!

When the momentum reached its peak, Potter could not suppress the ecstasy in his heart and roared: "Open!" His arms were shocked suddenly, and with a bang, he accumulated his arms, and the dark fighting spirit that was urging to swelled like a ball, bursting out like a bomb, forming a vortex of demonic energy between the two, and exploded in all directions at a dazzling speed...

"Well……"

Zhao Hu groaned, and was flew out of his hand by the irresistible shock, flew back hundreds of meters, and threw it into the ground with a bang, splashing sand and stones.

He didn't want to let go, but he condensed his lifelong fighting spirit and put all his strength into an attack, which shocked him. If he had blocked hard like before, he would be afraid that his arms would be broken on the spot and he would suffer unbearable damage, so he made a quick decision and was forced to take off his hands. His feet bounced rapidly with the recoil airflow and flew out.

Being shocked to the point of flying backwards, it can be said that half of the initiative and half of the passive.

When Zhao Hu landed on the ground, the surface of the demon armor was covered with the fire demon fighting spirit. As soon as it landed on the ground, a carp jumped up, carrying a large splash of dust fog. The demon's wings popped out from his back, and flew towards Potter at the fastest speed. His eyes swept and murderous aura surged.

Thinking well with him, Porter broke free from his control, flew up wildly, and shot towards the exit of the peaks like a sharp arrow.

He wanted to escape, although he was not afraid of Zhao Hu, but he was afraid of the strange and sucking power that made people shudder. He did not want to fall into the trap of the scheming Zhao Hu. The real master failed to hit a blow and retreated immediately. The love battle was definitely not done by the wise. He Potter had been traversing for thousands of years and became the lord's lord. How could he not understand this principle? Get out of the predicament and leave immediately.

Humph, as long as Zhao Hu is exposed to the evil magic that is terrifying to the sky, Zhao Hu will be caught in the pursuit of the clan without his actions! Porter thought hatefully.

With a loud sound, Zhao Hu rushed over. His speed and confidence were not inferior to him. Unfortunately, he was hundreds of meters behind. In his eagerness, he would definitely not be able to catch up with Porter, who was determined to escape. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his right palm, filled with the fighting spirit of the flame demon, slapped out wildly. A rolling flame flew over hundreds of meters, hitting the back of the Black Blood Lord.

"Hahaha, how can the devil's tricks hurt me?" Potter roared wildly, without looking back, and hurriedly approached with a palm of his hand. He quickly adjusted his angle, preparing to take advantage of the attack's countershock force wave to escape from the battlefield at a faster speed, and escape from the peaks in the Black Blood City.

"Peng!"

The qi and palms hit each other, and millions of black magic flames splashed and flew like rain.

"snort!"

Porter looked disdainfully and withdrew his hand. It was exactly the same as he expected. Although Zhao Hu had sucked the dark fighting spirit that had been around for nearly a thousand years, he was still no match for him. If he hadn't been afraid of that mysterious evil technique, he would have killed a resurgence, how could he have done the arrogant attack from behind?

With a thought, the counterattacking right palm suddenly felt violently painful, as if hundreds of high temperatures were burning his right palm.

Potter's heart was shocked, and he was flying fast. He raised his palm and couldn't help but be shocked. More than a dozen black dark flames in his palms were burning between his flesh, forming a burning crack. When the blood flowed out was stained with the dark flames, it was like oil meeting flames, burning vigorously.

His heart stormed. This was the second evil technique. As a devil for thousands of years, he certainly knew that the flame demon fighting spirit did not have such extreme power as the domineering power. It was just an attack with fire attributes in the dark fighting spirit. When encountering higher-quality ones, there would not be much damage. This flame that could ignite the blood of the demons was more like the light holy fire that the gods specially restrained the life of the abyss.

Although Porter was shocked and puzzled, the dark color of the Nether Flame finally made him not recognize it as the holy fire of the gods. It might be an extremely mutated flame demon fighting spirit, right?

As I thought to myself, the dark fighting spirit rushed out, and immediately extinguished the magic flame in my palm.

With a shout, the second flame demon fighting spirit flew towards him like a rolling evil dragon!

The speed of Zhao Hu's attack made it difficult for him to dodge in time. Potter had no choice but to slash back with his palm and shake the attack. He knew the power of the Ming Flame. At the moment when the palm of his palm was contaminated, he condensed his fighting spirit and extinguished the faint Ming Flame in time. He said in his heart: What can you do to me?

The mouths of the peaks were in sight, and the ecstasy in Potter's heart reached the extreme.

Unexpectedly, after he dispersed the second flame demon fighting spirit, the third one followed closely behind. The flame demon fighting spirit, which was deliberately reduced by Zhao Hu's flying sound, suddenly accelerated like a silent fire python with teeth and claws dancing, and hit his back.

Potter was eager to escape, but he believed that Zhao Hu was unable to do anything to him. He tried to resist twice, and just listened to the wind and did not even look back at his head. He immediately asked Zhao Hu to seize this weakness and attacked continuously. The third flame demon fighting spirit reduced the sound, deceived Potter's hearing, making it difficult for him to dodge.

"Bang!"

The Fire Demon attacked fiercely on Porter's northern magic armor.

Thousands of rays of flames splashed and cracked into the spaces in all directions. Most of them were blocked by the extremely strong dark magic armor. Thousands of fire snakes followed the gaps of the light magic armor and exposed them, splashing on Potter's blonde hair, between the neck, wrists, ankles and other exposed parts.

The flame demon fighting spirit full of the sun's dark fire, when encountering the body of a demon with extremely strong demonic nature, it was like hitting a pile of dry wood, and it was blasted and burned violently. The fierce wind brought about by the rapid flight even heaviered the spread of the fire. When the skin was burned, the surging demon blood was like a big bunch of oil, which encouraged the flames to fly.

"ah……"

Porter snarled and was forced to fall to the top of a lonely peak. With a roar, a stormy dark fighting spirit surged out like a circle of black light towers that suddenly burst out, sweeping out any ray of burning magic flames. The strength of thousands of years was enough to make him competent to fight the burning of the weak sunlight fire.

The dark flames on the demon body had just been wiped out, and a sneer that made him scattered into his earlobes.

"Hehehe..."

Zhao Hu smiled sinisterly, and took great pains to create more than ten seconds of opportunity to fly over Porter's head like lightning. A loud shout turned into a storm and rushed down.

The demon armored body was like a dark war demon, carrying the aura of the raging fire demon, and rushed down.

Porter roared, twisted his body and flew out against the ground.

He made up his mind not to fight with Zhao Hu, and escaped as quickly as possible and won the battle field. He held Zhao Hu's fatal handle and saw where Zhao Hu could escape?

Zhao Hu's eyes flashed with fierce eyes and his eyes were fast. His momentum increased instead of decreasing. He hit the hard rocks, causing gravels to fly and dust to fly. His hands caught Potter in time in the instant of landing. He flew behind his right foot and immediately grabbed him tightly.
Chapter completed!