Perhaps Michael's actions made the Ghost Rider feel that he was being looked down upon. The flames suddenly exploded, and the flames seemed to suddenly rise a few inches higher. The Ghost Rider roared vaguely from the depths of his throat, and the black shadow suddenly rushed up. He raised his right fist, and the moment his fist was hit, he also wrapped in an immortal flame. The fire could see the naked eye turned into a halo around his fist, and it blasted out, and the flames hit a narrow arc, causing the hot air to blast towards the "V"-shaped eyepieces on Michael's armor's face.

boom!!!

It was like a loud bang of violent explosives being detonated, and the flames burst out. The thick dust was swept by the hot air flow and exploded along the cracks on the passage and walls.

A long black line was shot out from the air wave, and the black afterimage shot out from the dust curtain in the prison, with the sound of breaking through the air, leaving a trace of flames in the air. The evil spirit knight was bombarded from the wall of the prison, flew through the entire open space, bounced twice on the open space like a stone drifting, and finally shot into the external wall of the prison. He smashed a huge notch into the thick wall.

The dark armor broke through the thick dust, and Michael walked out of the prison slowly, step by step towards the Ghost Rider. The Ghost Rider was embedded in the wall with his arms spread open. After a while, he threw down his head and jumped back to the ground. The flames on the skeleton seemed to be slightly dimmed.

But it was only a moment. Soon the Ghost Knight's flames exploded again, seemingly even more dazzling than before.

"You... are guilty!!!"

The evil spirit knight roared, kicked his feet, and the energy in the soles of his feet exploded, causing the ground to explode and gravels to splash. He rushed to Michael like a burning black snake and punched him again. Michael stood there, punched two consecutive punches, followed by five fingers, and clenched the opponent's fist into his palm.

"Sincere? Maybe." Michael said calmly, "but it's not your turn - or your master - to come to judge."

He pushed the Fist of the Ghost Rider to one side with his arm, raised his left palm and held the other fist that the Witch Rider was chasing, and opened his right palm almost at the same time, and the pulse cannon exploded on the abdomen of the Witch Rider. The pulse light cannon of the Divine Realm armor contained powerful divine power, and even the Witch Rider couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. The huge impact knocked him back and forth, but finally stopped. But Michael's figure swirled and a round kick kicked his heart. The Witch Rider dullly raised his arm, and the strong leg power of the armor suddenly knocked him away, but this time it directly blasted through the wall and flew out.

Michael walked out slowly in the direction he flew out. He slowly walked to the giant pit that was smashed out by the body of the Ghost Rider. He looked down and found that there was already nothing inside.

The low sound of the engine roar came from not far away.

Michael turned his head and saw the fiery headlights lit up from the darkness like ghost fire. The black chariot tires were rolling with fire, and the flames of hell were burning on the hood of the front of the car. The light from the headlights was like a demon's gaze, locking on Michael with a scorching temperature.

The Ghost Rider sat in the driver's seat of the chariot, holding the steering wheel with both hands, staring at Michael as if he was about to kill himself through the windshield, and the idle engine roared like a demonstration.

The chariot rushed out, like a bull on a bullring. Four tires dragged out the trajectory of fire on the ground, and the flames at the front of the car fluttered in the wind.

When it was astonishingly fast, it was a height that no car in the world could reach, and it was a degree that only the power of the demon could give! It rushed to Michael like a beast, and the swelling flames suddenly bit him like lit fangs!

The flames penetrated the body of the armor, and the chariot crashed into the afterimage - it was just a phantom. The evil spirit knight captured a fleeting image from the reflector. He stepped on the brakes and killed the steering wheel. The body of the car dragged out a long flame arc in an almost impossible arc and twisted it around, and rushed towards the armor behind him again.

When it is suffocating, there is also a scorching fire. When the chariot of hell rushed towards you, it was wrapped with a mountain-like aura. The aura was like a demonic phantom covering the sky and the sun. The demon spitted flames, opened his teeth and claws, and the shadow covering the sky completely enveloped his opponent, making people feel that it was impossible to avoid it.

Of course, that's for most people.

Michael stood calmly, with his right palm on his face, and a heavy black sword was spit out from the golden magic circle. The moment the sword tip penetrated into the ground, it seemed like a heavy hammer was smashed. Cracks on the concrete ground spread, and the entire territory sank.

Before he could blink, the flame chariot rushed to the front. Michael gave in, his body was slightly short, and he swung up with a heavy sword in one hand. The golden light filled the sword along his arm, and the powerful divine power enveloped the heavy sword. The moment the heavy sword and the chariot collided, it seemed that it roared at the same time, and the entire chariot was sprinted to the ground under the divine power! The body on the right side of the chariot was cut open with long sword marks, and red gold flames overflowed from the crack. The left side of the chariot fell to the ground, and under the action of inertia, the force continued to sprint. The ground was violently dragged out dozens of meters of Mars, until the whole car crashed into the bottom of a building, and a large ball of flame exploded.

But it's not over yet! The burning figure flew out of the flames, and the evil spirit knight held a piece of steel pipe in his hand, and the red gold flame was wrapped around the tube!

That is one of the special abilities of the Ghost Rider, which can transmit his own flame to anything he touches as a weapon. It is not ordinary fire, it is the never-extinguished fire of hell. The wounds burned by the hell fire cannot be healed by any means, and even the soul will be burned. In the most serious case, even the existence may be destroyed.

But the fire of hell...is not a very rare thing.

Michael was still standing there, but from one hand to two-handed sword. Layers of blue light wrapped around the heavy sword's sword, and the domineering force field burst out, shaking the gravel. He swung out the heavy sword, and the sword blade rolled towards the burning steel pipe...

All the glass along the street shattered in an instant, and the waves of blue light and flames swept across the ground. A shadow flew backwards from the center of the explosion, and the steel pipe that had extinguished flames was broken into seven or eight pieces, falling all over the ground.

Michael put away his heavy sword and slowly walked to the position where the Ghost Rider landed. When he looked down, the burning skeleton was gone.

Transformation was lifted.

"Mr. Reyes." Michael spoke in a calm tone, as if the other party was not the one who had just fought with him. "For the first time we met, maybe we can have a little chat."
Chapter completed!