Chapter 187: Battlefield silent

The red light group and the purple light group in his mind kept disappearing. Regardless of whether the physical body could bear it, Lu Ze began to directly use the energy in the light group to restore his power.
The surging energy in the red light ball rushed through the cells, tearing the cells slowly, spreading pain throughout the body, Lu Ze frowning.
Thief hurts!
Do n’t hurt it!
He pursed his lips slightly, gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain, and absorbed the energy while controlling the whirlwind of flames in the distance.
This was the first time he found out that there were many deaths, and it was good to die badly.
At least even in such a situation that his whole body is so painful that he can't breathe, his spirit is still without fluctuations, and he can continue to control the balance of the fire-based magical power and the wind-based magical power.
Stable as Teddy!
With the energy support of the red light group, and the mental power provided by the purple light group, Lu Ze found that he could last a little longer?
As he endured severe pain, his heart was full of joy.
This violent and self-harmful absorption method made his cultivation and mental strength start to improve rapidly.
Even faster than when he was practicing in the original.
Although it hurts, he is also very happy!
Unfortunately, this situation on the battlefield is not suitable for him to expand, otherwise he must be inflated into a ball now.
The whirlwind of flame has been completely close to the base of the Demon Clan. At the moment, the whirlwind of flame has reached an altitude of four kilometers.
A huge whirlwind of flames swirled rapidly, and the bright red flames burning above it twisted the surrounding air abnormally.
Obviously at this moment, the flame whirlwind is more than ten kilometers away from the battlefield, but the temperature on the battlefield is even higher than before.
All the areas where the whirlwind of flame passed were crystallized, and the yellow sand that was pulled over was burned into crystals at high temperature before even approaching the whirlwind.
At this moment, he has realized that the Desperate Blade Demon Commander is feeling the pulling force from the whirlwind of Fire. Although this force is not impossible for him at present, he has not chosen to retreat.
The alloy in the base began to vibrate slightly after the cyclone approached. As long as the flame whirlwind rushed into the base, the base was really finished.
And the strength of the guard soldiers in the base is not only Lingwu Realm, Xuanwu Realm, Danwu Realm is very few.
In the face of such a whirlwind of flames, many soldiers who failed to grasp and hold things tight were directly pulled into the sky.
In the air, they were unwilling to burst out of spiritual power and wanted to rescue themselves.
However, under the burning of the flame supernatural power, their whole body's spiritual shield trembled a few times, then disappeared without a trace.
It's like a bubble that bursts at the touch.
Subsequently, these sharp-edged Demon-style soldiers were burned to ashes, and the psionic armor they wore were pulled into the whirlwind, constantly spinning in the whirlwind, and slowly twisted by the high temperature burning.
The blood-stained eyes of the base commander looked at this scene, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes, and he turned to look at the Terran battlefield.
It is there that there is a young human race, because of him, this war may fail!
However, as a sharp-blade warrior, he will give his last contribution to his race!
"Roar!!"
He floated in the air, raised his head and roared, the red and black aura of his body flashed violently, and the terrifying breath spread around, even the tearing force of the flame whirlwind was completely squeezed out.
In the battlefield, Lu Ze's painful pale face changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth froze slightly.
At this moment, his mental power completely followed the whirlwind of flames, and naturally he knew the situation of this sharp-blade Demon power.
This product wants to explode? ?
Lying down! I was so persuaded just now, why is it so stiff now? ?
You give me some advice!
It's hard for me to do this! !!
If this guy blew himself up, I am afraid that his strength is already close to Tongji Intermediate.
Although the level of the high level of the whirlwind of the flame whirlwind is close to the strength of the metamorphosis, it is completely incomparable.
However, the balance between the fire-based magical power and the wind-based magical power in the flame whirlwind at this moment was under Lu Ze's control, and Lu Ze was very reluctant to control it at this moment.
If the balance is broken by the self-detonation, the flame whirlwind will explode. Although the base is only partially destroyed, it is not fun!
Thinking of this, the breeze and flame flickered in Lu Ze's eyes.
He was pale, but his eyes were sharp.
Everyone is desperate, how can he not fight?
He feels that this wave of thieves is strong!
Can't lose at all!
Coming up front! !!
The commander of the Devil Clan was full of red and black auras, and the momentum reached the limit, rushing towards the whirlwind of flames.
The flame that could instantly melt the Xuanwu Realm Blade Demon Clan only caused his guard's spiritual power to fluctuate violently for a few minutes. The blood in his eyes flickered, and the red and black streamer rushed into the flame whirlpool instantly.
The scene was silent for a moment, and then a thunderous explosion sounded from the whirlwind of flames.
In just a moment, the speed of the flame whirlwind slowed by almost a third.
At the same time, the flames continued to surge, and the wind blades in the whirlwind continued to shoot towards the surroundings. They even shot to the battlefield location, injuring many soldiers by mistake.
Lu Ze's complexion changed, and a pale face had appeared ruddy. The corners of his lips were slightly narrowed, and a squeak flashed under his eyes, and he yelled, "Stop me!"
The faint flames and breeze of his body surged unconsciously, his whole body erupted, and his momentum was violently condensed like a volcano.
Lin Ling, who was hundreds of meters away, felt a stuffy chest, some breathing difficulties, and the weaker soldiers felt as if they were facing a giant beast in the sky.
The small light group in his mind was constantly used, and the surging power was too late to be absorbed by Lu Ze, which constantly vibrated in his physical body.
A trace of blood leaked from his body surface, and the psionic armor he was wearing could not withstand excessive power, and began to crack slowly, exposing the flesh full of blood inside.
At this moment, Lu Ze has no sense of the surrounding movements at all, and his mind is kept clear by the action of the purple light group. All the spirits are concentrated on this flame whirlwind, and he is trying to maintain the balance of the wind and fire elements.
The only good news is that under such high pressure, the wind and fire magical powers, which had previously stagnated, began to slowly progress.
This is probably the only thing worth happy.
But Lu Ze couldn't even laugh now, let alone swell, he was almost contracting.
The battlefield was silent, the fighting on the sky stopped, and the assassination on the yellow sand also stopped.
Above the battlefield, all strong men looked at the unstable whirlwind of fire.
Approaching the flame whirlwind of four kilometers, as if looking at a volcano that is gushing at any time, at this moment it has been wildly tested on the edge of the gush.
In the atmosphere under the vacuum, Nangong Jing, Luo Bingqing, Lin Kuang, and four razor-sharp geniuses such as Lois and Sicilia stopped fighting.
The four people and four demons were full of scars.
Nangong Jing's armour on her left arm was cracked, and blood spilled, apparently her arm was broken, but her face remained unchanged, her blond hair fluttered, her golden eyes were sharp, and she was overbearing.
Luo Bingqing's mouth overflowed with a ray of blood, her face was pale, and her breath became weaker than before.
Lin Kuang is the worst. His blood-colored psionic armor is cracked, and his body is covered with scars, some of which are even deep bones.
But with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, his breath was faint, but he was extremely strong and very strange.
Only Lois had no scars on her body, but her face was pale and her breath became weaker.
And the Four Demon of the Sharp Blade Demon are also full of scars on the whole body. At this moment, the breath is weak, breathing slightly, and receding to the side.
At this moment, the four people and four demons all had sharp eyes, just staring at the huge whirlwind of flames below.
Watching the whirlwind of flames constantly blowing flames and blades, Sicilia's eyes flickered, and the corners of her mouth rose wildly: "Can't stand it, ha ha ha ha! Can't stand it! In this case, the guy hiding in the dark Judging from his mastery at this moment, he is absolutely unsteady !!! "
"Almost! Hahaha! Nangong Tekken, it seems we still won, hahahahaha !!"
The other three sharp-edged demons also grinned wildly. They thought that this wave was really about to lose, but unexpectedly, in the end, they were blocked!
Sicilia grinned: "Commander Kucurt is doing a good job! Be sure to report his achievements to the Magic Hall!"
The other three nodded, and this wave was able to block, thanks to the self-destruction of Commander Kurkult.
Exploding such things, not every demon has courage.
On the other side, Nangong Jing heard that Sicily called her Nangong Iron Fist, and suddenly she was full of momentum and wanted to hit someone.
However, she also knew that it was not time to start.
She stared tightly at the whirlwind of flames, and secretly gritted her teeth: "Smelly boy, if it explodes, the old lady must train you after returning !!"
On the one side, Luo Bingqing, Lin Kuang, Lois also stared at the whirlwind of flames on the ground, and did not care about the sharp laugh of the Blade Demon tribe.
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Everyone was holding their breath while watching the light curtain. At this moment, the light curtain was divided into two sub-lenses, one was a whirlwind of flames in an unstable state, and the other was a crack in the psionic armor of the whole body, blood dripping, and a pale face. Ze.
Looking at Lu Ze with pale blood on his body, at this moment, everyone hoped that he could stabilize the whirlwind of flames.
At Lu Ze's home, Lu Wen and Merlin looked at the unstable flame whirlwind, their faces were full of dignity.
Fu Shuya looked at the scars on Lu Ze's body, blood, and distressed eyes turned red.
Lu Li grasped the panda doll tightly, looked at Lu Ze stiffly, his eyes flickered, he bit his lip and did not speak.
The same was true of Alice on the side, her white aunty hands clasped tightly, and secretly prayed for Lu Ze.
At this moment, the battlefield was silent.