Bei Mingyu looked at the flying flaming birds and stretched out a hand with no expression on his face. boom The moment the flaming bird fell on Bei Mingyu, a dark round shield appeared in front of him, and the flaming bird crashed into it with a loud bang.
Moreover, he reached out his hand as fast as lightning, grabbed the neck of the bird, and gave it a firm squeeze. puff There was a soft sound, the flame bird let out a cry, and the flames collapsed and turned into a red ribbon.
Yan Xingyu stared at Bei Mingyu, two flames burning in his beautiful eyes.
"Give it back to me" Bei Mingyu looked up at Yan Xingyu, then looked down at the ribbon in his hand.
A smile appeared on his pale face, and with a slight flick of his hand, he wrapped the ribbon around his arm.
At the same time, he opened his pale lips and whispered: "If you defeat me, I will give it back to you."
"You're fine."
Two flames shot out from Yan Xingyu's beautiful eyes, her delicate body was even more ablaze, and her pretty face was full of anger.
She took one step forward, and flames suddenly burst out, rolling like waves, burning the void and slightly distorting it.
"That guy actually made Xing Yu angry."
In the distance, Yan Yue Wu frowned slightly.
"Now there's something good to watch."
From the other direction, Yan Tianjin shrank his neck.
He knew very well how terrifying his sister was when she was furious.
Jiang Han frowned.
At that moment when Yan Xingyu became angry, his body actually felt a little restless, ready to move.
"The artistic conception of fire" Jiang Han squinted his eyes and had a clear feeling.
Ice and fire are incompatible, not to mention the artistic conception of fire and the artistic conception of ice, which are extremely targeted.
At this time, Yan Xingyu was so powerful that with every step she took, a fire butterfly formed on the sole of her foot and flew out, surrounding her.
At this moment, she was the Lord of Fire.
Walking in the sea of fire, the flame butterflies are like little elves, flying and leaping, with an agile posture, as if they have no power at all.
"Mark of Fire" Yan Xingyu's eyes fell firmly on Bei Mingyu, and he suddenly let out a light scold.
A crack appeared in the void behind Bei Mingyu, and a burning word "fire" flew out of it.
Print it on his body Bei Mingyu's face remained expressionless, but he just dodged and avoided the word "fire".
However, the character "Fire" suddenly stopped and turned around, chasing after his figure.
Bei Mingyu frowned slightly and dodged again.
The mark of fire moved accordingly.
After doing this three times, Bei Mingyu stopped and stopped dodging.
Instead, his whole body was shrouded in black mist.
Stand still.
But to his surprise, the mark of fire passed through the black mist without any hindrance.
Bei Mingyu was stunned for a moment, looking at the word "fire" printed on his arm.
Until then, he There were only slight changes in expression on the pale face.
He frowned.
Looking at the word "fire" on his arm that seemed to be carved into his skin, it was still burning, but he didn't feel any burning sensation at all.
This made him look a little weird.
There was a sneer on Yan Xingyu's lips.
She stopped and looked at Bei Mingyu coldly.
At this time, there were hundreds of fire butterflies flying around her.
It leaves a trail of traces in the sky, which looks very gorgeous.
"Go" Yan Xingyu stretched out his hand and pointed at Bei Mingyu.
Hundreds of fire butterflies paused suddenly, then flapped their wings and flew towards Bei Mingyu.
The fire butterflies flap their wings very slowly, and you can even see their slow movements clearly, but their flying speed is extremely fast.
If there is an urgent call Bei Mingyu was not afraid at all.
His black hair danced wildly all over the sky, and a dark fog shield formed in front of him.
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In just a split second, the first fire butterfly came closer and crashed into the fog shield with a loud bang.
Click Under the sound of the impact, there was a slight crack, which made Bei Mingyu's eyes narrow.
Before he could make any move, several fire butterflies hit the fog shield one after another, causing a series of explosions.
Almost in an instant, the fog shield collapsed.
Bei Mingyu dodges and retreats quickly, but the remaining dozens of fire butterflies are chasing after him.
No matter how he dodges, they are all caught up in the blink of an eye.
"Um" Bei Mingyu seemed to understand something.
He lowered his head and glanced at the mark of fire on his arm, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Knowing that he couldn't hide, he simply stopped dodging and stopped.
He curled up slightly and his black hair danced, covering his whole body.
Boom boom boom Continuous explosions sounded, forming a line, and dozens of fire butterflies all bombarded the long black hair in an instant.
Bei Mingyu was like a balloon that was blown away, flying hundreds of meters in the air.
The soaring flames enveloped it, as if it had been burned into a fireball.
However, everyone can clearly see that in the blazing flames, there is a faint layer of black mist, which permeates Bei Mingyu's black hair and cannot cause any harm to it.
"This hair is really strong."
Jiang Han's mouth twitched.
He dared to keep his hair so long to use it as a shield.
Yan Yumo on the side frowned slightly, a hint of black light flashed in his beautiful eyes, staring closely at Bei Mingyu's black hair, showing a trace of doubt.
"Why, what did you see?"
Jiang Han keenly noticed Yan Yumo's expression and asked curiously.
Yan Yumo pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "I always feel that his hair is strange, but I can't tell what is strange about it."
"Oh" Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of surprise.
Since Yan Yumo said so, Bei Mingyu's hair definitely has something special.
It seems that keeping it so long is not just for use as a shield.
Bang Above the ring, Bei Mingyu's crouched body suddenly stretched out, blowing away all the flames, and his long hair flew back, automatically without wind.
At this time, his face still didn't change much, as if he was born with facial paralysis.
His eyes were extremely deep and cold, with a cold darkness.
"Interesting."
Bei Mingyu murmured softly.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the "fire" mark on his arm, showing a cautious look.
It's not that he hasn't tried to get rid of the Mark of Fire, but the strange thing is that when he used his spiritual consciousness to investigate, what he felt was nothingness.
In other words, in his feeling, the mark of fire does not seem to exist Bei Mingyu doesn't think that the mark of fire only has the function of marking.
Not far away, Yan Xingyu was bathed in flames, with a small firebird standing on his shoulder.
At this time, the firebird was preening its feathers leisurely.
This scene fell into Bei Mingyu's eyes, and he suddenly looked shocked.
His indifferent expression was gone, and his deep eyes flashed with vigilance.
He stretched out his right hand, and a strange-looking long knife appeared in his hand, wrapped in black mist. aa2705221: