But she didn't have time to think about it, because the terrifying Ashes Demon had already focused his attention on the girl!

The protective prop contained the sacred magic that the demons hated the most. The girl was filled with hatred. The ashes demon roared and roared, and threw it at the girl with a flame arrow!

The girl jumped to the side and nimblely avoided the flame arrow, looking very flexible!

The Ashes Demon roared, raised his hand and fireballed again!

With a rumbling sound, the fireball was scattered by Joan of Arc's long sword. She could see that although the girl was agile, her combat rank was not high. Being targeted by the Burning Demon, it was a skill to avoid it for a while, and avoiding it for two times was luck. If you let it go, you would definitely not live for ten seconds!

"It's too dangerous here, you go take refuge with others!" shouted Joan of Arc.

"There is no safe place in this arena now!" The girl laughed: "Besides, I want to become the greatest bard in the world. How can I retreat with such a good opportunity to obtain materials!"

"Barriage?!" Joan of Arc couldn't believe her ears. She had never seen such a desperate minstrel... Wait, she seemed to have heard that in the first grade this year, there were two new students from the East, one was her troubled junior Zhao Qiankun, and the other, it seemed to be a bard girl, whose name seemed to be... Xuelian?

Under the fierce attack of the Rising Demon, she had no time to consider anything else, so she could only fight to resist the attack of this super-specified demon. Stanley, who had saved her life, seemed to be unaware of the danger and continued to attack the Rising Demon.

While Joan of Arc and Stanley were holding the Jin Demon in front of him, Xue Lian also helped. This girl was really not afraid. Faced with the terrifying hell demon, she kept taking out all kinds of strange magic props, some of which restricted the opponent's speed, some shot magic arrows, and some simply had no magic, just a bottle of lubricant or itchy powder. And she threw it very accurately, and she could always hit Jin Demon just right, causing this big demon to be annoyed!

Finally, the Ember Demon knocked Stanley away with one claw, and another flame knife forced Joan of Arc back. The four hands formed seals at the same time, almost instantly exhaling a powerful magic!

A fire fell from the sky and wrapped around the Ashes Demon. As the flame penetrated into its limbs, the monster's originally thin limbs began to become thicker, and its whole body was burning with flames, looking even more dangerous and terrifying.

"I didn't want to use this move!" The voice of the Rising Demon became hoarse: "Elemental Arms, temporarily sacrifice my spell casting ability to exchange for strong physical strength! OK, you annoying and inferior races, since you like to play melee so much, I will play with you to the end!"

"Monster!" Joan of Arc rushed back and stabbed the throat of the Rising Demon with a sword. However, the Rising Demon behind her was faster than her. He turned sideways and stretched out a small hand burning flames to grab the sword body of the Dragon Tongue. The big hand on it punched Joan of Arc's chest. The powerful force instantly shattered the breastplate. Joan of Arc spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

At this time, the power of the Ashes Demon was far greater than that of her!

The Ashes Demon grabbed Joan of Arc's sword and raised it over his head, and the flames in his palm burned the sword's body red!

"My sword!" Joan of Arc felt extremely heartbroken, but her yelling touched the wound and immediately coughed up another mouthful of blood.

"You are too weak!" The Demon of Rising Fighting laughed wildly and threw the red-haired sword to the ground: "In front of me, they are just ants that can be trampled to death at will!" As he said that, it turned his head and looked at the snow lotus in the distance: "First of all, let's start with you!"

After saying that, the Ashes Demon rushed towards Xuelian. Xuelian hurriedly threw out a small green ball in her hand. The ball exploded in mid-air and turned into a large net to cover the Ashes. Unfortunately, as soon as this net touched the Ashes Demon's skin, it was burned to ashes by the high-temperature flames!

A level 22 demon cannot be dealt with by such a trick!

"It's a big deal now!" Xue Lian felt cold in her heart, and her head was running quickly, hoping to find a good way to get rid of the enemy, but for some reason, she would always involuntarily recall all the previous experiences...

"Is this the legendary lantern..." It felt as if everything around him had slowed down. Xue Lian looked at the monster that could pinch her to death with a finger and somehow the face of the mysterious and cynical guy appeared in her heart.

"It seems that I can't finish writing a hero's biography for you..."

But just as the claws of the Rising Demon were about to hit Xuelian's head, a huge fire suddenly flew from a distance, and took away the Rising Demon, and nailed it to the thick wall dozens of meters away with a thud!

This scene scared Xuelian, and Joan of Arc and Stanley, who had just gotten up not far away, also widened their eyes.

I saw the walls with the dead-old Ember Demon nailed. At this time, the flames on the monster's body dissipated, and the figure returned to its original thinness. The head was tilted to one side, purple-red blood flowed out of the corner of the mouth, and a red giant sword was inserted into the chest. The scorching sword body made the extremely high blood and flesh of the kang sizzling, which showed how high its temperature was!

It was this thing that killed the high-level demons that they could not deal with even if they worked together?! Several people were stunned...

As the sword body melted the wall behind it, the corpse of the Ashes Demon slid down, and the giant sword several meters long fell to the ground, revealing its full picture.

"This is... the weapon of the Doomsday Flame Demon?!"

The few people turned their heads and looked at the arena. They saw that the huge Doomsday Flame Demon was kneeling on the ground in the center of the field, supporting the ground with one hand and holding his throat with the other hand. On its back, there was a human who was only at the height of his forearm. This human was standing on the back of the Fire Demon, and on the back of his head. He grabbed a rope of unknown material in his hand, which tightly tied the Doomsday Flame Demon's neck!

The Doomsday Demon knelt on the ground, struggling constantly, his throat making a painful crack, looking very miserable. But the person on his back was not easy, his body was covered in a mixture of charred and blood, and his flesh was blurred and he could no longer see his face. He could only barely recognize his identity from his bright head and the rosary on his neck.

"Sha...sha Wujing?!" Joan of Arc endured the severe pain of the broken ribs and leaned out of the audience, looking at the person in the audience in surprise. Xuelian, who knew his identity, was even more excited, but she had just passed the Gate of Hell, had no strength and collapsed on the ground, looking at Zhao Qiankun, and showed a relieved smile.

At this time, Zhao Qiankun could no longer laugh. His soft tissue was severely burned and destroyed. He could not even lift the corners of his mouth. He could only stretch out an arm and gave a thumbs up from a distance.

"So many gold coins were not lost in vain!" Zhao Qiankun sighed in his heart: "If you haven't learned anything else, you're getting more and more accurate in throwing!"

Xue Lian, who had survived death, had not had time to be glad. Seeing Zhao Qiankun's charred look, she couldn't laugh out loud. She almost cried because of her heartache, but she opened her mouth and did not dare to shout out Zhao Qiankun's real name.

This guy had repeatedly told him that no matter what, he should not reveal his identity.
Chapter completed!