After the Strange Talk Prevails

The neck may indeed be the weakness of the Rage Demon. After the White Dragon King's knife, its turning speed slowed down a lot. It seems that the White Dragon King's knife really cut off the opponent's key tendons and ligaments.

But the rage demon had one arm left, and that arm patted them a second time.

"Get out of the way!" The White Dragon King pushed Zhou Ming away.

Before Zhou Ming could react, he fell down, boiling lava below him, and the White Dragon King standing above him.

He saw the opponent being grabbed by the palm of the rage demon, and his four powerful fingers suddenly exerted force, and the ice armor issued a glass-broken body, followed by a "puff", and the clenched fist of the rage demon visibly shrank.

The body that the White Dragon King was holding was squeezed into fleshy mud and slid out from the fingers of the Fury Demon. His exposed head separated from the body and fell from the sky maintaining a roaring posture.

Zhou Ming felt that the White Dragon King was still looking at him. He couldn't read the message that the eyes of the White Dragon King wanted to convey. He only saw the anger that seemed to never go out in the other's eyes.

In a short while, the environment around Zhou Ming has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is still falling, but the lines of the surrounding scenery begin to stretch indefinitely. Like the infinitely extended picture in the PS image software, the pixels are also blurred.

The direction of gravity seemed to be changing quietly. Zhou Ming entered a standing state with his feet facing down from the falling posture. He fell on the ground like a light feather, and the familiar corridor was in front of him.

Ping Xingyue stood in the middle of the corridor, as if waiting for him.

"Are you waiting for me?" Zhou Ming said, he felt his uncontrollable anger dissipated a lot, as if his spirit had returned to a normal state.

"Well, this time the enemy is very powerful, I think you will definitely come back here in the end." Ping Xingyue said, "Come open the door, don't you need strength?"

Zhou Ming followed Ping Xingyue to the red door and held the brass handle.

Before opening the door, he turned his head and looked at Ping Xingyue again. She smiled and said, "Like last time, don't open too much, I will remind you."

Zhou Ming grasped the red door that had been opened for a little while, and gently opened it again. This time he was very cautious, and the extent of the opening was small. Ping Xingyue did not stop him, but it continued to open at the red door. In the process, he had a moment of trance and a sense of dislocation.

A dark ocean suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was a sense of turbulence from the bottom of his feet. He was on a ship, and in front of him was the stormy waves. From the huge waves, there was the roar of some terrorist creatures. Rain and sea water mixed together. It is showering, washing the entire deck.

This is where?

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment changed again. The air became humid and the surroundings were full of greenery. The top of the head was a huge tree with a height of one hundred feet. The leaves of the huge tree were translucent and pale green. There was a healthy green light.

At his feet is a huge bear. The huge wound extends from the back and abdomen of the bear to the tail. Outside the torn belly, the internal organs flow all over the floor, and a beast from nowhere is robbing it. Food.

He knew that this was the prey that "he" killed. This giant bear was the owner of this mountain forest. He invaded the village at the foot of the mountain for many years, choosing people to eat, and he passed by here and was commissioned by the local villagers to kill. This behemoth that grows naturally... it's not born weird, it's just that the rumors distorted it.

In the next second, his thoughts were pulled into the ice and snow again, and he stood with his sword standing in the snowy field, and there was no one in the thousands of miles, lonely and at a loss.

After trance, he returned to the corridor where the red door was located, and his hand had already released the handle on the red door.

"What is that?" Zhou Ming said dumbly, and there was an extra piece of torn memory in his brain!

Of course, this memory does not belong to him. With a little thought, you can know who is the owner of this memory.

From these memories, he saw some fragments of the original owner’s life, and remembered some feelings. He knew that these feelings were related to the use of spell moves, just like when he used chills before, he also realized a kind of difficulty. Described feeling of distant loneliness...that is an image.

"Is the key to the use of spells in feeling?" Zhou Ming said to himself.

This time, Zhou Ming did not lose his ability to think. Like when he opened the Red Door last time, although he still retains his memory, the control of his body at that time did not belong to him at all, and he could not think during the battle.

Zhou Ming opened his mouth and wanted to ask questions, but suddenly the space in front of him was shattered. The fragments were moving at an incredible speed toward a very far distance, as if they were leaving his field of vision at the speed of light, while what Zhou Ming saw was the real world. .

He saw the red pupils of the Wrath Demon, and saw the White Dragon King crushed by his palm.

The anger that had disappeared was ignited in Zhou Ming's heart again. This anger was like a flame that was about to be extinguished. It was exposed to high concentrations of oxygen and fuel, and it burned quickly and violently, and soon returned to its original level.

But at this moment Zhou Ming's mood has changed. Although the level of anger remains the same, some things have changed invisibly.

When everyone on the train saw the single nobleman and the White Dragon King died one after another, their hearts had sunk to the bottom.

In fact, when they saw the White Dragon King and Zhou Mingxiu slashing off the arms of the Fury Demon, their hearts were very excited. Although the Fury Demon seemed invincible, it was undoubtedly a serious injury.

But after the successive deaths of the White Dragon King and the single nobles, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com made the fire of hope that was finally ignited once again extinguished. Everyone’s mood was very complicated. They felt that Zhou Ming and they had already angered the demon. Pushed near the bottom line of death, but he was gone.

This feeling is like playing a coin pusher in a game hall. Players keep putting coins into the coin pushing machine, trying to retreat the largest coin tower. As a result, the moment the coin tower reaches the extreme edge, there is no chip in hand. NS!

This is the case now. The White Dragon King, Musketeers, and Single Nobles are the coins they dropped. They pushed the Rage Demon to the brink of falling. As long as there are people like them in their team, they can defeat the Rage Demon.

But unfortunately, the truth is cruel. They don't have such a person who can beat them. The group of people around them are equivalent to coins of the wrong model, and it's useless to throw them in.

"Wait! Look, it's the Musketeer!" Liu Dingtian suddenly raised his finger and cried forward.

The harmless female thief buzzed her head and suddenly turned her head to look in the direction pointed by the other party.

It can't be wrong, that is indeed the Musketeer. She just saw him being pushed down by the White Dragon King. Didn't he fall into the magma? !