Chapter 420: Flame eye

"Otherworldly barbarians, you are right."
Zhao Shi's contemptuous tone made Gregory III's face instantly reddened, and it took a long time to calm down and release the connection with the light sacred power in the body of the remaining sixteen sky priests.
"But you still have to die!"
Roar!
The roar of bursts shook the space into layers of ripples, shaking the surrounding 800 flying swords from side to side, dim aura.
A natural coercion from the upper creatures covered the entire field, shocking the bodies of all players in the refining realm, causing them to lose all control inside and outside the body.
Among the golden-red flames like mountains and seas, a huge broken bone appeared in the air. The aura was a little dimmer than before. As soon as the mouth appeared, it swallowed the surrounding flames, and pieces of flames and flesh appeared among the broken bones.
The speed seems to be slow, and the formation of flame bones, flesh and blood, and meridians are clearly visible, and it seems that they can sneak attack and make merit at any time.
But this is an illusion.
There is a huge domineering mental power that forcibly "squeezes" the scenes of the scenes into the minds of everyone around them, announcing its arrival to the world.
The coercion increased rapidly, and soon a tall, majestic, and handsome flame holy lion appeared in the air.
As soon as it stared at Zhao Shi with the burning golden red holy flame, its figure quickly disappeared.
It has a complete memory and recognizes the ant who once hurt it.
Zhao Shi's complexion changed, and the long sword with golden flames floating on the hilt instinctively slashed forward.
Always advocating brutality, hard-working, strong offensive, he quickly remembered the allusion to the enemy taught by the older generation of "sword walking lightly" under tremendous pressure.
Ding!
The space was distorted and confused, and a thick and sharp claw accurately grasped the blade of the blood sword.
The golden and red flames burned blazingly, and the giant flame claws the size of a small mountain peak were light and flexible, and their every move followed a certain natural rhythm.
If a cultivator of the Golden Core Stage who is talented and brilliant is here, perhaps he can learn a lot from this seemingly simple claw and create an offensive spell that is not weak.
For the lower-level monks, every move of the Yuan Ying-period monks fits the space perfectly and follows the laws of space.
Zhao Shi's evasion and anticipation became a joke under the control of a higher level of space.
"Is it so fierce?"
The players in the Qi Refining Realm who had just awakened from the Yuan Ying-level coercive and deterred below were shocked, and their weapons were all caught. How can they be hit?
"Ants……"
The flame sacred lion caught Zhao Shi's blood sword with a single claw, and the flame vortex opened its mouth wide, swallowing the blood sword and the flame on it.
Its every move affects the space, controls the space, restricts Zhao Shi to the left and right, and suppresses his escape.
"Blood Sea..."
A soft shout sounded under the huge mouth of the flame vortex, ignoring the influence and restrictions of the space, and spreading around without hindrance.
The hearts of all the people around were slightly cold, and they only felt a cold slaughter in their hearts, immersed in the bones and souls.
An overbearing red moon arc that controlled everyone's gaze descended from the gray night sky, invisible and quality, penetrating the distorted and changing space.
Passing through the flame field that filled the world, flew gently towards the forehead of the flame holy lion, but did not cause any harm to its flame head.
"Roar!"
The flame sacred lion suddenly roared in agony, and chaotic waves appeared in the golden red flames all over his body. Numerous flame explosions were set off in the surrounding space, and the flame world became extremely manic.
Taking this opportunity, the red light of the blood sword between the huge pointed claws broke out, breaking free from its own imprisonment, and turning into a condensed sharp red light that shot at the golden red eyes of the flame holy lion the size of a small hill.
The cold killing intent pierced the soul of the flame holy lion, causing its heart to cool, restraining the sharp pain in its remnant soul, and reluctantly emphasized that some of the power was condensed in the eyes.
The huge eyes blinked slightly at the same time, and the two golden red flames shot towards the tiny sword light that had reached the eye socket.
Zhao Shi only felt his body sank, and the surrounding space was hot and twisted like a quagmire. The speed of the red sword light he turned into suddenly slowed down. The distance of just a few centimeters was like a moat, and it seemed that he could never get closer.
"Huang Huo!"
Amid the roar of Zhao Shi's divine consciousness, the golden flames that had been following the red sword light suddenly burned violently. The flames changed from the size of a fist to the size of a candle. The brightness was uncertain, weak and dim.
A layer of golden flame appeared on the blood long sword, Zhao Shi only felt his body lighter, and the speed of the sword light returned to the original.
"Ant, dare you!"
In the angry cry of the flame holy lion, the red light of the blood sword tip shrank into a needle-like shape, piercing the eye pupil formed by the solidified golden red flame, and pierced into the hill-sized giant eye, with countless red sword aura filaments Suddenly exploded.
boom!
With a loud noise that shook the entire world, hill-sized eyeballs exploded, and the organization of flames and a red sword light exploded in all directions at the same time.
A huge pothole appeared on the head of the Flame Saint Lion, and a large liquid golden-red flame river flowed down from the pothole like a waterfall.
As soon as the golden-red flame river fell on the ground, it melted the gray ground into black-gray magma. The ground formed a huge magma lake, and the golden-red flames rose in it, spontaneously adsorbing the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, which would last for a long time.
"Ant, I will burn you to death..."
The flame holy lion roared furiously, and before he finished his words, a thick red sword air flew up, cutting out the foul language that was about to appear in his mouth.
The red sword light bursting around along with pieces of flame organization paused. Among the flame organization that dissipated, Zhao Shi's pale figure appeared, and an equally gloomy and weak golden flame floated stubbornly on top of his head.
"An ant? Who do you say is an ant? A remnant soul really thinks of himself as a monk in the Yuan Ying period, it is extremely ridiculous."
Zhao Shi, who waved a sword gas to block the roar of the flame holy lion, sneered, and his contempt was beyond words.
Yuan Ying stage monks are very strong, strong in all aspects, life span, attack power, defense power, mobility, and spirit are all strong, and it is almost impossible for lower-level monks to be their opponents.
Even though the skeletons of the Nascent Souls creatures in front of them seemed to be at the pinnacle of the Nascent Souls Stage, they could barely explode the strength of the Nascent Souls Early Stage monks under external stimulation.
But its soul is short board, Zhao Shi and Huang Huo caught the opportunity to break the defense with one blow.
It's a pity that its mana is too strong, although it breaks through the defense, it only takes off an eyeball, which is not a fatal injury.
"court death!"
Zhao Shi's words really stimulated the deepest scars of the flame holy lion, and a golden-red flame sealed the bleeding eye sockets.
The spatial fluctuations were distorted, and the huge flame mouth suddenly expanded dozens of times, covering half of the sky.
Zhao Shi didn't say a word. Before the opponent's attack came, he observed the energy fluctuations of the opponent, the red sword light flashed, and fleeing away frantically.