"boom!!!"

The surging purple flame covered the body again, and a terrifying suction appeared in the entire prayer hall. The obsidian cut off by the trolls suddenly flew up and flew towards the quiet Taklamakan, melted by the flames, and then slowly merged into its body. Only 1/3 of its health began to warm up, and finally stabilized on the 1/2 safety line.

"S-level skill, lava divine armor,???"

It stood quietly, holding its hands high, arrogantly like a king. Next to it, the bodies of four Amani Cheetah Knights were crushed to pieces, and the only five trolls looked at the laughing Takramagan with desperate eyes!

Such an enemy!

How to defeat!

Only the hunter Hacham had a calm face. He had known that this monster was so strong. He had known all its skills and tactics. If his 4O or more Amani Cheetah Knights were in a state of victory, or his two precious S-level skills were not used.

Although the losses were heavy, they were about to win. Hacham grinned and showed a wishful look. He took out the scroll that had become a torn one from his arms, cut open his palms, and pressed it on the torn ones. The surging blood instantly soaked the entire scroll. As the unsightly scroll absorbed more and more blood, the cold air was scattered more and more. He immediately woke up the Takramagan who was still intoxicated by me!

Its purple flame eyes forgot to come over, and there was hideousness and cruelty floating in the purple flames. It aimed at Hacham and rushed straight towards him. At this moment, it had no more bumps and a slight funny thing, only violent murderous intent and unstoppable determination.

From it, all the trolls saw not a puppet-style slaughter machine, but a monster full of personality and destruction with complex thinking.

The crystal snowflakes condensed in the air, and a few faint blue lights shone from the broken roofs on the floating snowflakes, reflecting a magnificent black and purple light. The air was filled with a breath of dark control over everything. The surrounding temperature was swallowed up, as if it was a cold and cold place.

The sudden change of frost did not leave any trace on the hunter Hacham. Even the blood flowing through him was naturally so warm and bright. The scroll was like a living creature, greedily swallowing every drop of blood. Logically speaking, it is unknown until now that the hunter Hacham lost more than three times the volume of the blood-lossed shaft. The scroll still looked the same, except for the blood-colored pattern gradually filling the entire scroll.

It was very appropriate to describe the hunter Hacham as he looked haggard. At this time, his eye sockets were deep, and his excessive blood loss made his gray-purple skin a little blue. His hard-covered muscles shrank by nearly 1/2. The equipment on his body seemed to be a little bigger, but his eyes were still bright like an eagle, staring firmly at the crystal clear scroll floating in front of him!

Without taking the closer Takramagan in his eyes, he touched his thin and dry cheeks, took out a delicate animal skin kettle, and took a beautiful sip, vaguely revealing the rich flavor of herbs and blood.

Somewhat satisfied, he solemnly returned the kettle to his arms and looked at the scroll floating in the air with a feeling of emotion:

"Hehe, I entered the Northrend Glacier several times, slaughtered 5ooo many powerful beasts, collected their essence, took most of my treasures and 2/3 of my strength, and took 8ooo years of hard work, and finally finished today!" The thin hand evil pointed at Taklamakan who rushed to within 10 meters, and Hacham smiled hoarsely: "You! The Fear Demon King who shouldn't exist in the world! Just use you to try whether my artifact is sharp!"

What!

The violent flames of Hellfire Takramagan is actually the devil of fear!

Such a strange explanation floated in the empty prayer hall, and the violent flames and Hellfire eyes were bright and surging, and the momentum was surging. It had just increased at least twice. A pair of arrogant wings made of flames floated out from behind. The shape of the whole body changed a lot, and was seventy-sixth-similar to the form of the fearful devil who died with the Divine Guards.

"Hehehehe! What an interesting mortal! You don't think that you can defeat the great Burning Legion with this rag!! Hahaha!!! Death! Mortal!"

Takramagan ran wildly and pointed at Hacham from afar. The terrifying lilac force pierced the space and appeared in front of Hacham in an instant. The rich aura of death and a rebellious sense of destruction were another powerful S-level skill!!

"Soul Burning, S-level skill,

In the first stage, it will cause % damage to the enemy, stun the enemy for 5 seconds, and the pain you feel will increase by 50%!

Lasts for 30 seconds!

In the second stage, if the target health is between 8o% and 1oo%, it will cause 4o% additional damage!

If the target health is between 6o% and 8o%, it will cause an additional 2o% damage!

If the target health is below 6oo%, there will be no additional damage!"

This terrifying guy has been hiding his strength!

At the same time, the hunter Hacham thought, and the blood-colored scroll suddenly shattered. The already broken outer layer could no longer contain the shocking power inside. Three dazzling sky-blue gems were connected together by thin necklaces, and the impurity-free amber color appeared in the center, as if the essence of blood was condensed. The outer shell of the ice crystal was faintly floating, and the singing of ghosts was vaguely floating on the shell of the ice crystal. When it was carefully identified, it seemed like the whisper of thousands of souls. As soon as the rich cold power came out, the temperature around it suddenly dropped, and the pine and mist-like ice crystals condensed directly in the air.

"Beek!"

A torrent of ice stormed out from the tiny necklace, and countless ghosts sang along the flowing ice vent, in the distance, Takramagan pointed from afar.

"Sizi!"

The hot flames met the solid sky blue ice, and a white mist floated in the fierce collision. The mountains and seas of ice instantly wrapped the Takramagan. No matter how rampant the flames were, they were destroyed by the continuous ice!

Crack! Crack! The ice surface spread rapidly on it, and Takrama twisted his body wildly to no avail. The fear of imagination defeated his pride.

"Ah!! What is this!! Why is it so... strong... big..." Even the last sentence was frozen in its mouth. The Takramakan, who was still arrogant just now, was wrapped in a thick ice sculpture, and even the flashy wings were frozen by the sky blue ice.

A wind blew, blowing away the spreading wind, frost and thick fog. A huge ice sculpture appeared in the center of the prayer hall. The Takramagan in the ice was lifelike, and raised a hand and posed in the arrogant pose of releasing skills. The flying sparks were frozen, as if burning in the ice, especially the big mouth that opened in panic on its face, coupled with the arrogant posture, which looked particularly funny!

"Cheep!!"

The purple soul flame burned wildly on the dark green barrier, which could easily resist Wang Qinhu's full strength to explode the dark green barrier of "secret technique - Thunder Slash - Change" was now shaking and quickly became transparent.

Hacham, who was inside the barrier, looked pale, and somewhere on his chest trembled wildly, and the flesh and blood on his body disappeared quickly. He shivered for a while, stretched out his hand and pulled it hard, and a ball of twisted flesh and blood squirmed in his dry palm. The barrier disappeared instantly, and the lilac flame rushed to him as he wished.

A huge phantom emerged from behind him, and the flashing purple fireworks began to burn along his whole body. He opened his mouth wide, but failed to make any sound, saying that his trembling body and twisted face could be seen being suffering unimaginable pain!

After a while, Hacham stood up straight with trembling, sweat soaked his body. He stared at Takramagan who turned into an ice sculpture and showed a grey smile that was even worse than crying: "Hehehe, it looks so ugly!"

The words are not finished!

Crack! Crack!

The Takramagan, which turned into an ice sculpture, shattered violently, and thousands of ice cubes scattered all over the ground. Along with its body, it was divided by the broken ice cubes and turned into pieces of black and white frozen jelly. The crisp collision sound awakened the scarred trolls.

They staggered one by one toward Hacham, who reached out to hang the artifact on their necks. None of them was broken bones and charred. The joy of surviving the disaster and countless fatigue were intertwined on their scarred faces. They had experienced too many battles, and every troll who could survive stubbornly rejected the god of death!

Hacham felt the surging energy from the artifact and nodded at the remaining four subordinates, his heart couldn't help but feel sad. He hadn't been so embarrassed for many years.

Fortunately, the holy city was finally found by himself and the artifact was finally refined. As long as the final steps were completed, his wishes over the years could be realized. The countless trolls' fanatical eyes and cheering scenes were still deeply engraved in his mind.

Rasim held the soft Wallace, and half of his teeth were gone. It was the result of his fight against Takrama with one punch. The fatigue and pain plagued his body. But his spirit was very excited. It was finally over. He finally washed away the shame and made great contributions. His head was saved, and he might be able to...

He was about to speak when a cold and a cold and hard object instantly shattered his bones and emerged from his mouth. The splash of blood covered Wallace's cheeks. Rasim felt the smell of rust filled his mind, and his body was no longer under control, and he fell head-on towards the broken dark floor.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

A large number of fiery red crossbow arrows attacked from the darkness, and Rasim poured out his strength from somewhere. The broken right foot made a "crack" sound of bone collision, blocking the dull Hacham like a wall. The endless pain forced him to make a deafening cry:

"Ah! Run!! Take revenge on me!"

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

The crossbow arrow mixed with arrows penetrated Wallace's entire back. He kept trembling. As two sharp arrows pierced his head, all the pain disappeared instantly, the vitality began to fade away, and the endless darkness in his consciousness flowed in full swing.

Looking quietly at Wallace, who had lost his life while holding his head tilted, he refused to let his body fall down. Hacham turned his head calmly, and his eyes were filled with coldness. Wang Qinhu, who had seen the "master brain", was affected at all, and instead showed a big white teeth: "Dear hunter-Hacham, congratulations on killing the Demon King of the Burning Legion. Your bravery and strength are worthy of our praise!"

After saying that, he bowed slightly!

Then, he slowly raised his head, and a crystal white light flashed in his clear black and white eyes. He gently picked up the bones with his left hand and made the final statement in a cold tone: "Now, it's our turn to settle the grudges that belong to us!"

Numerous scenes flashed through Hacham's mind, and finally they all turned into strength and rushed out of his body, which was exhausted and dried up, making a silent cry!

Although it was pitch black, he had amazing vision and found the despicable, shameless, sinister and cunning human with sores on his head and pus flowing from the soles of his feet at first glance!

The human who planned to destroy all his subordinates!

The human who played the terror demon king with himself!

The human being who showed up with fear and tried to anger himself!

"Hahaha!"

The empty prayer hall was filled with the fat man's manic roar, and the faint blue light occasionally shone the fat man's appearance. It was really green-faced and fangs, and the huge eyes revealed cruelty and madness. The already fat body swelled like an inflatable inflated body. The boss called the white vest and suspenders he specially bought, and the huge Berserker's Axe was inconspicuous under the cover of the gray chaotic aura, but it contained fatal danger.

He held up his battle axe and slashed violently at the stationary Hacham, and even the air was torn apart by the stimulating force!

There was a cold light flashing in Hacham's eyes. He grabbed Wallace's body and pointed it at the fat man and threw it down. He placed his hands on the swords around his waist. The necklace on his neck was injected into his body with a cold energy!

"Puff!!"

The corpse that lost its vitality could not stop the sharp Berserker's Axe and was torn in half. The overwhelming minced meat and the remaining blood covered Hacham!

Two dazzling blue lights flashed by, and the sharp sword energy blew away the blood in the sky. The fat man roared and slashed heavily on the sword energy.

"bump!"

The condensed sword energy was torn into pieces. Before Hacham could react, Wang Qinhu rushed over with a quick step. The surging power of light condensed but did not. All the activated states flashed between the two steps. A colorful light attached to his body, like a heavy tiger king rushing towards him!

Unstoppable!

Qing shouted, and Hacham's whole body was flashing with blood. The two swords scrambled out a phantom, and they gathered heavily, aiming at Wang Qinhu who was rushing towards him!

prick!

A sharp hissing sound came into my mind!

This fierce and violent attack officially hit Wang Qinhu seriously injured yesterday!

"Saberathi!"

The muscles in his body swelled, blue veins swelled, and all the power was poured into the bones. With a "clang" sound, the golden bones over three meters long aimed at the two swords that were rushing towards them!

The sword light surged!

Two sword energy from light and dark swept across!

bite!

The sharp blade faces the sharp sword head!

The unstoppable impact force poured into his hands from the hilt of the knife. Wang Qinhu's whole body was red, his muscles were constantly in power, and his body seemed to have grown a circle. The impact of power at a high of 126 points was his belief in winning, and his steel-like will and the state of waiting for work were his killing moves!

The increasingly heavy sword made Hacham feel extremely uncomfortable. His body was like a motive to run out of fuel, and he was persevering and burning with the last bite of heat. The necklace kept conveying strength to his body, but he knew that this was just a drop in the bucket!

Because this guy in front of me is not alone!

A familiar fatal threat burst from his eyebrows. He tried hard to widen his eyes and finally saw a short spear as dark as ink flying over "slowly". In an instant, it appeared in front of him. The dark red energy that was indefinitely swallowed and spit out seemed to come from the call of the god of death, becoming brighter and brighter in his eyes!

Click!

A layer of sky blue energy wrapped Hacham, and the pure color rippled with layers of ripples. The short spear and the barrier seemed to be in a state of static. Suddenly, the energy contained on the short spear suddenly exploded and hit the barrier heavily.
To be continued...