"The old birthday boy is hung and lives impatiently."

Blade feels that he is in this state now.

Just as the blade complained, the monsters behind the Ice Dragon Lord reacted. They stared at the black figure who was stepping on the Ice Dragon Lord's head and checking the reward, and were stunned for a moment!

The leader is dead!

The leader was actually dead!

How is this possible!

Lord Ice Dragon is the leader of this 200 insect team, but Lord Ice Dragon arrived at the first time, which was a huge blow to the morale of the insect!

Some elite monsters like the Frost Spider even retreated continuously. Their minds were blank. They almost dared to approach the lord-level Ice Dragon Lord's corpse, and they did not dare to attack the black-haired figure stepping on the corpse!

"Ho huh huh..."

After a brief hesitation, the leader-level ice dragon guards let out a cry of mourning, collectively rushing towards the Ice Dragon Lord's body, as if they wanted to avenge the leader and tear the person who killed the leader into pieces!

But their brains are not very good. Since they can kill your boss, how can they not kill you?

"Hahaha! Is this the lord's dungeon? You guys are so useless! Lizbeth opens her eyes, it's okay."

Who else would that person who was laughing arrogantly besides Mo Huai?

He laughed loudly, his voice full of domineering and free and easy, which made Lizbeth's blood boil. His short words like Yan injected endless courage into him who had been afraid before!

"roar……"

An ice dragon guard rushed in first. It rushed very quickly and quickly approached Mo Huai. The tail strike and sonic attack were ready, and the target was aimed directly at Mo Huai!

"court death!"

Facing the Ice Dragon Guard that rushed up, Mo Huai jumped off the Ice Dragon Lord's body in an instant. The moment he fell, the Ice Dragon Lord's body turned into pieces.

Then Mo Huai casually walked towards the Ice Dragon Guard, as if he didn't take the Ice Dragon Guard to heart, and he held the flame of death in his palm and played with it!

"Flame Pressure!"

A stream of black flames roared and roared rapidly, as dazzling as neon lights, wrapping Mo Huai's palms, and a majestic pressure was about to emerge and rushed towards the ice dragon guard!

Before the ice dragon guard flying in the air could emit his power, it was pressed to the ground by powerful flames!

It was pressed to the ground, and the body guarded by the ice dragon was pressed by flames and crushed into meat dumps like a pie, which was a real piece of corpse!

The Ice Dragon Guard, who had previously had a headache, died tragically without any ability to fight back!

Strong, too strong. This black-haired figure has endless means. Every time he takes action, he will blow up a series of extremely terrifying monsters!

This is definitely the strongest man in SAO!

If these scenes were seen by the so-called powerful men of the strategy group, their chin would definitely fall to the ground, and the Ice Dragon Lord, who was frightened by the army, was killed so easily. This was simply more annoying than the people!

At this moment, an ice dragon guard flew over again, flapping his wings, and his sharp mouth emitted a foul smell, as if he wanted to bite Mo Huai to avenge the leader!

"Danger!"

"Mo Huai! Be careful behind you!"

Lizbet grabbed his heart as he saw it and couldn't help but shout from behind.

However, a shocking dragon of flames rushed over and over again!

In an instant, the ice dragon guard was hit by the thunderous flame dragon. He suddenly flew with flesh and blood, howling and fell to the ground. He was immediately dead and almost couldn't fly!

Seeing the power of the flame pressure gave Mo Huai a new use of the flame of death. A crazy idea came to his mind, and in his crazy thoughts. Since the flame of death can create flame pressure, then it must be not difficult to control these flame pressures to compress the flame of death, right?

The attack power of the huge flame fist is dispersed, and the flame is low, and it can still kill the Ice Dragon Lord. If you gather the flames of death together and then attack them a little, compress the power of the flames burst out. It will definitely double and increase sharply!

This is a crazy experiment. Of course, although it is extremely risky, but if it is really successful, then Mo Huai will truly have a skill that can be done at the bottom of the box.

"Damn, if this thing succeeds, it's a unique skill I created myself, right?" I murmured with a bit of nerve in my heart. Ignoring the monsters suppressed by the flame press, Mo Huai's hands trembled, controlling the invisible flame press and the black dead flame, and slowly began to contact.

"boom!"

The moment the flame of death was compressed, a thunderous sound erupted from Mo Huai's palm. Suddenly, his arm was covered with skin and flesh and blood flowed. If it weren't for the protection of Peng Gelie's gloves, he might have been blown off on the spot.

As he endured the severe pain from his palm, in Mo Huai's scarlet eyes, the huge flame fist was constantly getting smaller. The smaller the flame fist, the greater the flame pressure around Mo Huai, which seemed extremely strange and gloomy.

Gripping his teeth, Mo Huai ignored the space that began to twist due to the terrifying energy emitted by the compressed flame of death. His hands closed tightly in the middle.

The distance between the palms was only half a centimeter, but this half centimeter made Mo Huai completely mobilize every thread of power in the cells in his body, so that he could make it move slowly.

The blade stared at Mo Huai, who was like a madman. Although he knew that in this situation, he knew that he could not kill the target and should retreat, his strong curiosity allowed him to stay. He wanted to see with his own eyes what this crazy guy was going to do! And in SAO, he had never heard of anyone who could use flames like this, except for a demon!

Blade, he wants to witness with his own eyes what Mo Huai, the devil, is going to do!

Blood continued to overflow from the palm, and the huge flame of death qi finally began to gradually compress. But obviously, while compressing, Mo Huai was also suffering the backlash of the flame of death qi. At some point, Mo Huai finally let out a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, falling into the black flame, and was burned into nothingness in an instant.

Gripping his teeth, Mo Huai looked at the gradually shrinking black flames persistently. He knew in his heart that his actions were undoubtedly a life-threatening task, but after a moment of contemplation, he was still doing his own things, and he had his own beliefs in his heart.

If you don’t become crazy, you will become a demon!

A long time ago, when the bad symptoms could not be controlled, he persisted for a long and slow time. He wanted to commit suicide several times, but could not move. Although he was completely disappointed, the power of persistence allowed him to survive. For Mo Huai, he did not like this feeling. Perhaps Lin Li didn't want him to work so hard, but after Mo Huai persisted, he knew that hard work and persistence were necessary. If he didn't endure the hardships, how could he become a good person?

Mo Huai is a persistent person. It can also be said to be persistent, and sometimes this persistence will become a kind of paranoia. Now, Mo Huai, who is constantly compressing the flame of death, falls into this paranoia.

In this state, Mo Huai really wants to try whether he can create his own skills without relying on space skills.

Since you have this idea, it is not Mo Huai's personality to not practice it...

When a fist of a car-sized flame was compressed to the critical point of the football, it was unwilling to shrink no matter how Mo Huai compressed it. Moreover, as Mo Huai was unwilling to suppress it, the energy in the flame of death began to gradually become violent and uncontrollable.

"Bang!"

Another muffled thunder exploded, and Mo Huai's chest was directly burned, looking down at the flame ball that looked like a fireball, constantly flashing with black sparks. Mo Huai's pupils tightened slightly. He knew that this was a sign of the violent energy that was about to explode...

"Mo Huai. Damn it. Hurry up and dissipate them. Go down and it's going to explode!" Who could use his skills to hurt himself? I noticed something was wrong with Mo Huai, Lizbeth shouted anxiously.

"What is it doing?!" The blade in the distance also noticed something was wrong, because he felt that the air around him was converging towards Mohuai. It was wrong, the air in the entire space was rapidly.

Did not listen to Lizbeth's opinion. Mo Huai stared at the violent black flame ball in his hand. With the extreme gathering of his spirit, Mo Huai inexplicably slowed down time. At this moment, the sky seemed to suddenly quiet, and even the sound of the wind disappeared.

At this moment, a red light suddenly surged in Mo Huai's pupils. However, his fingertips became flexible at this moment, as if they were picking flowers through leaves. Their ten fingers were twitching rapidly in the flames, and a trace of unknown red energy was poured into them...

As unknown energy was poured in, the violent flame ball gradually became quiet. It turned out that the violent flame of death stopped tyranny, and finally, in the shocking eyes of Lizbet and the blade, it slowly condensed into a small fire dragon that was only the size of Mo Huai's palm...

At the moment when the little fire dragon was formed, Mo Huai trembled all over and retreated from the slow transformation of time. He lowered his head and stared at the little fire dragon whose large number of dead air flames gathered in his hand. He murmured in a low voice: "Is it successful? Is this the compressed dead air flame?"

After the words came, Mo Huai's face pale rapidly, and the confusion in his eyes suddenly faded. At the same time, he almost reflexed, and threw the ink-black little fire dragon in his hand into the huge ice dragon nest in the distance.

The black little fire dragon quietly passed through the void, and there was no sound of wind along the way. However, while flying lightly, Mo Huai grabbed Lizbet and ignored where the little fire dragon flew to, and directly activated the teleportation crystal...

The ink-black little fire dragon shot towards the center of the ice dragon's nest. However, just as it was about to reach the latter twenty meters range, the calm little fire dragon suddenly became rioted. The little fire dragon began to rotate in the air, spinning faster and faster, and then...

An uncontrollable shocking explosion exploded in the Ice Dragon's nest...

"boom!"

The destructive energy spread out from the center of the Ice Dragon's nest. In the copy space, ripples of black ripples appeared at this moment, rushing towards the canyon not far away. When the ripples spread past, the canyon exploded and the broken place was as smooth as a mirror.

In the Blood Alliance Knights, which are far from the Ice Dragon's Nest, Hitzcliff suddenly stood up and looked out of sight. The face that had always been calm was full of shock and incredible...
Chapter completed!