World of Cultivation

The third hundred and seventy-three orange demon

There are two demon outside the line.

A male demon eager to face the magic array, his most eye-catching is a bright orange hair, looks like a beating flame. The other person was covered in a group of black smoke, erratic, like a gust of wind can blow away.

The orange flames ignited a flame in his hand, and his hand swelled, and the fire and rain slowly flew to the illusion.

"court death!"

Suddenly a cold scream in the magic array, a silver light flew out of the magic array and hit the fire.

Snapped!

The fire and rain suddenly disappeared, and the silver light continued to flow, and continued to fly toward the orange demon.

"It's good!" The orange-haired demon shines brightly, and is even more excited. The fingers pull out a flame, and the silver is flying toward it.

Nourish!

A few turns of the arc flashed in the air, and the silver light disappeared.

"罡雷!" The black smoke demon whispered and screamed badly.

"Thunder!" The orange-haired demon eyes are brighter.

Two demon eyes in front of a flower, a figure appeared in front of them. Zuo Mo looked coldly at the two demons. He had no good feelings for this guy who likes to make a living.

"You will be thundering?" The orange-haired demon is extremely excited, and he is eager to say: "One more!"

The voice did not fall, and a thunder would fly toward him. People like Zou Mo who were killed on the battlefield, once decided to take the shot, there is nothing to show. I didn't expect the orange-haired demon to do not evade, but instead spread his arms, as if to embrace the thunder.

Nourish!

Yangshuo Lei hits the orange hair demon accurately, and the body of the orange hair demon is shaking like a sieve. An orange hair root stands upright and emits a blue smoke.

"Hey!" Stop the trembling orange hair demon, long spit out a black smoke, and said to himself: "The original Thunder is this taste!"

Zuo Moman’s anger was turned into a sigh. Originally, after this Yang Shulei, he prepared a series of post-attacks. But the other party's even did not dodge, a series of posters he prepared behind, one is useless.

"Brother, come one more!" Orange hair demon looked eager to look at the left Mo.

Is this guy not normal? How do you think that the other party is not normal?

"Laughing Mogo!" The black smoke demon suddenly screamed.

There was a chill in the left, and he is now overreacting to the name.

The orange-haired demon eyes are brighter, and he laughs: "It turns out that you are laughing at Mogo. No wonder it will be thunderous. It's amazing! Brother, come one more!" In the last sentence, his gaze turned into a strong desire.

"Cough, your friend is not normal." Zuo Mo couldn't help but turn his face and ask the black smoke demon. This guy looks normal. It is a very irrational thing to entangle with an abnormal guy.

The black smoke enchantedly recovered the black smoke and turned it into a black man. His expression was very embarrassing and he did not know what to say.

"Who is not normal?" The orange-haired demon eyes stunned and looked unhappy. But as soon as he looked at his left eye, his face turned back to a flattering expression: "Brother, come again!"

Left and right, the details of the orange hair demon for a long time, I feel that the other side is indeed not normal, turned and want to go.

"Hey, hello! Why are you going!" The orange hair demon is a bit uncomfortable: "Give a face, come again!"

Zuo Motou did not go back, no words shook his head, met such a good guy, he also had no temper.

"You don't come to me!" The orange hair demon laughed, stepping forward and raising a flame. The flame came out very fast, pulling out a straight and slender trajectory in the air, shaped like a rocket, and the whistling sound rose.

How is this person tangled?

Left Mo frowned, his head did not return, his palms opened, and he slammed backwards.

Snapped!

The rocket suddenly burst open in the air, like being pinched by an invisible hand.

"It's amazing!" The orange-haired demon is more energetic and extremely happy: "Come here again!"

Zuo Mo finally got angry, and his hand was three remember Yang Lei.

Hey!

Sanji Yangshuo Lei hits the orange hair demon accurately.

Zizizi!

The orange-haired demon eyes have been stunned all the time, trembled and the roots of the hair stood upright.

"Hey!" Zuo Mo had some accidents. At the same time, he was hit by three Yangshuo mines. The other party has not yet been blasted out of the wild animal board. He now knows the rules of the ten-finger prison. He is attacked in the ten-finger prison. It is no different from the attack in reality. It is not the flesh but the god.

"Hey!" The orange-haired demon slowly spit out a black smoke, and his straight eyes slowly returned to normal. He closed his eyes and did not move.

The black smoke demon that has been leisurely is now watching Vimo with some vigilance.

Zuo Mo was aware of the vigilance of the black smoke demon. If he thought deeply, he would not attack, but looked at each other with interest.

The orange-haired enchanted opened his eyes and laughed: "It became a success!"

Suddenly he had a thunderball on his hand and dripped. However, unlike the silvery thunder of Zuo Mo, the thunder ball in his hand has a dazzling red color, and the cymbals are ringing.

"Fire and thunder!" Zuo Mo is even more surprised.

"There is eyesight and eyesight!" The orange hair demon laughed and said with great enthusiasm: "But it is still not as powerful as your brother, only seven or eighty percent."

"Can you copy other people's magic?" Zuo Mo asked curiously.

"Great!" Orange hair demon laughed: "Don't be jealous!"

Left can't help but smile.

The smoky man on the side is constantly sweating. Does this guy really know who this person is?

"Can your thunder power be bigger?" The orange-haired demon asked a little deeper.

"Can." Zuo Mo nodded, saw the orange hair demon eyes, and smiled: "But I will not." Zuo Mo said is the truth, "Xiao Qianyou.

"Ha! Taste my fire and thunder!" The orange hair demon excitedly threw a fiery red thunder.

The fire thunder directly hit the flying blue and white, but an unexpected scene appeared. I saw the fire and thunder directly through the blue and white, flying to the distance. Blue and white are not damaged, still fluttering toward the orange hair demon.

"Oh." Orange hair demon does not believe in evil, and released a few magic tricks in succession, but without exception, all like the air, did not block the blue and white.

"Give me to die!" The blue-and-white flowers that roamed completely roared.

Zuo Mo frowned, the slow blue and white in the air, let him smell the dangerous atmosphere. Yangshuo Lei, whitefly, and shun, three consecutive demon spells.

The three enchantments passed through the blue and white without any hindrance.

"Ha ha!" Blue and white burial water smirked at this time: "Useless! You are going to die!"

I saw dozens of blue and white flowers rising around him, and Hulu flew to the left and the black smoke. These blue and white flowers are light and weak, seemingly slowing down.

The blue and white flowers fall on the orange hair demon, and the orange hair demon is printed with a bright blue and white pattern.

"Blue and White Soul Eater! You are waiting to die..."

The blue-and-white burial water laughter came to an abrupt end, and he couldn't believe the orange hair demon: "You, you..."

The orange-haired demon looked curiously at the shiny blue-and-white flowers, raised his head, and his eyes lit up. Hula, his body slammed like a gust of wind, rolling up all the blue and white.

Hey!

His body is covered with shiny blue and white, which looks strange and strange. The blue and white burial water looked at the orange-haired demon with blue and white prints, just like being stunned by the thunder.

The orange-haired demon looked down and looked at it. He sighed a few words and suddenly looked up and looked at the blue-and-white flower to bury the water. He pointed to the remaining space on his body, eager for the incomparable: "Brother, fill this place with two more."

"Oh ah..."

The blue-and-white burial water looks uncertain, suddenly screaming, the body shape becomes blurred, struggling for a moment, disappearing and disappearing.

"Small gas." Orange hair screams: "If you don't give it, don't give it, run!"

He touched his chin and looked deep: "This kind of demon can't be a brother." He turned his face and looked to the left: "Brother, isn't it?"

Zuo Mo looked dull and looked at the blue-haired demon's body full of blue and white, aphasia on the spot.