Moreover, the movement techniques and formation techniques of ink painting are of extraordinary origin and have a lot of cause and effect.

He must be killed early, and then find Mr. Tu to cover up the cause and effect to avoid future troubles.

At the same time, there was a sharp pain in his forehead.

These were the eyes of the God Lord, urging him.

Urging him to kill this brat quickly.

There was even a hint of... fear in this urging.

It seems that the divine eyes sensed something indescribable through this kid's formation.

"kill!"

The black-clothed leader's eyes darkened, his sword moves became faster, and his demonic aura became more fierce, forcing Mo Hua to go all out and deal with it with the passing step.

Under such suppression, Mo Hua had no time to set up formations.

Similarly, as long as Mo Hua is slightly careless and is cut by sword energy, or his body is corroded by demonic energy, he will die on the spot.

The offensive of the leader in black is getting more and more urgent.

Although Mo Hua has always been able to dodge with his body skills, it is obviously becoming more and more difficult for him.

At this moment, the evil eyes on the black-clothed leader's forehead suddenly grew brighter, emitting a scarlet light and covering the ink painting.

Although Mo Hua's consciousness was immune to the influence of the evil eyes, suddenly, it was shrouded in blood, and his consciousness was unavoidable, and his body also sluggish.

This slight delay was caught by the leader in black.

He slashed down with his sword, and the demonic energy turned into a rainbow and went straight towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and activated his consciousness to the extreme. A double shadow appeared on the passing water step. His body moved a little faster, and he narrowly avoided this demonic energy.

But he was also unbalanced, his steps stuttered, and he fell to the ground with an "ouch" sound.

The leader in black sneered and struck with his sword again.

With this sword, he activated a lot of demonic energy, hoping to kill Mo Hua once and for all.

It's important to avoid Mo Hua carrying some kind of protective spiritual weapon. If he can't be killed with one sword, he will have to strike again with another sword.

Therefore, this sword took a little longer to accumulate power.

After just a little more time to accumulate strength, when the sword struck again, the leader in black suddenly shrank his pupils.

He discovered that the ink painting was missing!

From the corner of his eye, he saw a trace of light blue water coming around behind him.

Behind him, there was a breath of fire condensing.

The leader in black trembled in his heart.

He inexplicably thought of what Mo Hua said before:

"I'm going to show you how powerful my fire spell is..."

Meteor Fire Forbidden Technique?

It can't really be...that meteoric fire technique, right?

damn it……

The leader in black, as if facing a formidable enemy, panicked and condensed the demonic energy into armor to protect his body. Then he quickly turned his head and glanced, and saw a fireball hit him in the face.

This fireball technique is just an ordinary fireball technique.

It wasn't very powerful, and it didn't even break his demonic aura.

More like a...

humiliation.

The leader in black was silent for a moment, his expression completely ferocious.

"Little beast!"

"What the hell are you still playing with me?!"

Even though death is imminent, he still doesn't know whether to live or die, and teases himself again and again!

The black-clothed leader's eyes were about to burst, and the demonic energy was like a wave, surging and rolling.

He held a long sword in his hand and went crazy, desperately slashing at Mo Hua regardless of the situation.

In the valley, sword energy and demonic energy intertwined and surged.

The sword energy cut out a series of sword marks, and the demonic energy corroded the vegetation.

Mo Hua's figure became even more embarrassed.

But despite this, he would still find time to throw one or two fireballs into the black-clothed leader's face.

It's not very harmful, but it's very insulting.

The leader in black was more murderous and his sword moves were more ferocious. While he was slashing, he was full of hatred and said sarcastically:

"Where is your forbidden fire-falling technique?"

"That's it?"

"Just a few fireballs?"

"Isn't your formation powerful? Why don't you use it again?"

"Little beast, let me see how powerful your fire spell is?!"

…

I don’t know how long he had been insulting like this. The leader in black was tired and in a daze. When he looked at it again.

Mo Hua took advantage of this gap, and his body flashed, the water light passed quickly, and he disappeared from the eyes of the black-clothed leader.

At the same time, the leader in black was behind him and sensed the breath of ink painting and the faint breath of fire.

Still a familiar feeling...

But this time, the leader in black only sneered contemptuously.

He didn't dodge.

The armor was not condensed with demonic energy.

No other means of defense was used.

Instead, he slashed his sword with his backhand, gathered the demonic energy, and tried to use the fireball technique to kill Mo Hua.

But when the sword was cut halfway, the leader in black was suddenly startled and felt a chill all over his body.

He felt that something was wrong with the breath behind him.

Not one fireball, but two fireballs condensing at the same time.

After the fireball condensed, in the blink of an eye, a powerful spiritual pressure was heard, followed by a tearing whistling sound.

It seems like something collapsed and merged.

What followed was a breath of fire that was extremely condensed, extremely hot, and the spiritual energy was concentrated and compressed to the point where it was even terrifying...

A clear but cold voice sounded in my ears:

"I'm going to show you my fire spell..."

The black-clothed leader's pupils trembled.

"This is?!"

At the critical moment, he wanted to turn around and circulate his demonic energy to protect his whole body, but it was already too late.

Behind the leader in black, Mo Hua rubbed his two little hands.

A lavender "small meteorite" containing powerful psychic energy was fused.

Then, with quick eyes and quick hands, he pressed the "little meteorite" on the back of the black-clothed leader in an instant.

Huge psychic energy is released instantly.

The spiritual power is twisting and the raging flames are raging.

The black-clothed leader felt as if nearly a hundred "fire talismans" were stuffed into his chest, exploding at the same time. The terrifying flames strangled and burned his flesh, flesh, spiritual power, and demonic energy together.

Then a dazzling fire that changed color burst from his chest.

The leader in black looked incredible.

"How could it really be... a forbidden technique?"

He looked down at the large hole in his chest that had been blasted and burned out. His pupils were left in shock, and then gradually lost focus.

His body slowly fell to the ground, breathless.

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Chapter completed!