Chapter 187: The Battlefield Is Silent

The red and purple light groups in his mind kept disappearing. Regardless of whether his body could bear it or not, Lu Ze began to directly use the energy in the light groups to restore his own strength.

The surging energy in the red light group rushed through the cells, tearing the cells slowly, the pain spread all over the body, and Lu Ze frowned.

Thief hurts!

It hurts, don't, don't!

He pursed his lips slightly, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, while absorbing the energy with all his strength, he controlled the whirlwind of flames in the distance.

This is the first time he has discovered that there are many deaths, and it is good to die miserably.

At least even in this situation where his whole body was so painful that he couldn't breathe, his spirit still remained unchanged, and he could continue to control the balance between the fire-type magical power and the wind-type magical power.

Steady as Teddy!

With the energy support of the red light group and the mental power provided by the purple light group, Lu Ze found that he might be able to last a little longer?

As he endured the severe pain, he felt very happy.

This violent absorption method to the point of self-mutilation made his cultivation base and spiritual power start to increase rapidly.

Even faster than when he was cultivating seriously.

Although it was painful, he was also very happy!

Unfortunately, this situation on the battlefield is not suitable for him to swell, otherwise he will definitely swell into a ball now.

The whirlwind of flames has completely approached the base of the sharp-blade demon clan, and the whirlwind of flames at this moment is close to a height of four thousand meters.

The huge flame whirlwind spun rapidly, and the bright red flames burning on it distorted the surrounding air.

It is obvious that the flame whirlwind is more than ten kilometers away from the battlefield at this moment, but the temperature of the battlefield is even much higher than before.

All the areas that the flame whirlwind passed through were crystallized, and the yellow sand that was pulled over was burned into crystals by the high temperature before it even got close to the whirlwind.

At this moment, the commander of the sharp-blade demon clan, who had already realized the despair, felt the pulling force from the flame whirlwind. Although this force was not enough for him to move, he did not choose to retreat.

The alloy in the base began to vibrate slightly after the cyclone approached,

As long as the whirlwind of flames rushes into the base, then the base is really over.

And the strength of the guard soldiers in the base is only Lingwu Realm, Xuanwu Realm, and Danwu Realm is very rare.

Faced with the pulling of such a whirlwind of flames, many soldiers who failed to hold onto their objects were directly pulled up to the sky.

In the air, they unwillingly erupted with spiritual power, trying to save themselves.

However, under the burning of the flame supernatural power, the spiritual shield around them trembled a few times, and then dissipated without a trace.

It's like a bubble that bursts at the touch.

Afterwards, these sharp-blade demon soldiers were burned to ashes, and the psionic armor they were wearing was pulled into the whirlwind, spinning continuously in the whirlwind, and slowly twisted by the high temperature.

The base commander looked at this scene with blood-colored eyes, and there was a ferocious flash in his eyes. He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the human race battlefield.

It is there that there is a young human race, because of him, this war may fail!

However, as a warrior of the sharp-blade demons, he has to give his last strength to his race!

"Roar!!"

He floated in the air, raised his head and let out a loud roar, the red and black aura of the whole body flashed violently, and the terrifying aura spread around, and even the tearing force of the flame tornado was completely pushed away.

In the battlefield, Lu Ze's pale and painful face changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

At this moment, his mental power is completely following the whirlwind of flames, and he naturally knows the situation of this sharp-blade demon powerhouse.

This thing actually wants to explode? ?

What the hell! You were so cowardly just now, why are you so rigid now? ?

You are giving me a coward to the end!

It's hard for me to do this! !

If this guy blew himself up, I'm afraid his strength is already close to the intermediate level of Tongqiao Realm.

Although it is completely incomparable with the flame whirlwind, the high-level opening realm is close to the strength of the transcendence realm.

However, the balance of fire and wind magical powers in the current flame whirlwind is under Lu Ze's control, and Lu Ze is already reluctant to control it at this moment.

If it is affected by the self-destruction and the balance is broken, the flame whirlwind will explode. Although only a part of the base is destroyed, it will not be fun!

Thinking of this, the breeze and flames flickered in Lu Ze's eyes.

His face was pale, but his eyes were sharp.

Everyone worked hard, how could he not fight?

He thinks that this wave of thieves is strong!

Can't lose at all!

Come to the front! !

The commander of the sharp-blade demon race surged with red and black auras all over his body, his aura reached the limit, and he rushed towards the whirlwind of flames.

The flame that could instantly melt the blade demons in the Xuanwu realm just caused his body protection spiritual power to fluctuate violently. The blood in his eyes flickered, and the red-black streamer instantly rushed into the whirlwind of flames.

The scene was silent for a moment, and then, a thunderous explosion sounded from the whirlwind of flames.

In just an instant, the speed of the flame whirlwind slowed down by nearly a third.

At the same time, the flames continued to surge, and the wind blades in the whirlwind continued to shoot towards the surroundings, and even hit the battlefield, accidentally injuring many soldiers.

Lu Ze's complexion changed, and the already pale complexion appeared ruddy. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and a ferocious flashed through his eyes, and he roared: "Stabilize me!"

The faint flames and breezes of his whole body surging unconsciously, the whole body burst out with power, and the momentum is violent and condensed like a volcano.

Lin Ling and others who were hundreds of meters away felt a tightness in their chests, some breathing difficulties, and the weaker soldiers felt as if they were facing a giant beast in the starry sky.

The small light group in his mind was constantly being used, and the surging power was not even absorbed by Lu Ze, and kept vibrating in his body.

A trace of blood seeped out from his body, and the psionic armor he was wearing could not withstand the excessive force, and it began to crack open slowly, revealing the flesh full of blood.

At this moment, Lu Ze can no longer feel the movement around him. His mind is kept clear under the action of the purple light group. All his energy is concentrated on this whirlwind of flames, trying his best to maintain the balance between the wind element and the fire element.

The only thing that is fortunate is that under such high-intensity pressure, the wind and fire magical powers, which had been stagnant, began to slowly improve.

This is probably the only thing to be happy about.

But Lu Ze was so painful that he couldn't even laugh, let alone swollen, he was about to shrink.

The battlefield was silent, the battle above the sky stopped, and the fighting above the yellow sand also stopped.

On the battlefield, all the powerhouses looked at the unstable whirlwind of flames.

The whirlwind of flames approaching a height of 4,000 meters, as if looking at a volcano that could spew at any time, is already frantically testing the edge of the spewing.

In the atmosphere under the vacuum, Nangong Jing, Luo Bingqing, Lin Kuang, Lois and Sicilia, the four genius powerhouses of the sharp-blade demon race all stopped fighting.

The four people and the four demons are full of scars.

The armor on Nangong Jing's left arm was cracked, and blood spilled out, apparently her arm was broken, but her face remained unchanged, her blonde hair fluttered, her golden eyes were sharp, and her aura was domineering.

Luo Bingqing's mouth overflowed with blood, her face was extremely pale, and her breath became weaker than before.

Lin Kuang was the worst, the blood-colored psychic armor was cracked, and his body was covered with scars, some of which were even deep into the bones.

But there was a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and his breath was obviously weak, but it was extremely powerful and extremely strange.

Only Lois didn't have a trace of scars on her body, but her face was pale and her breath became weaker.

And the four demons of the sharp-blade demon are also covered with scars all over their bodies, and their breath is weak at this moment, gasping slightly, and retreating to the side.

At this moment, the four people and the four demons all have sharp eyes, just staring at the huge whirlwind of flames below.

Seeing the flames and wind blades constantly spewing out from the whirlwind of flames, Sicilia's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly: "Can't stand it, hahahaha! Can't stand it! In this situation, the guy hiding in the dark place Judging from the mastery of supernatural powers at this moment, he is absolutely unable to stabilize!!”

"Almost! Hahaha! Nangong Iron Fist, it seems we still won, hahahahaha!!"

The other three sharp-blade demons also grinned wildly. They thought they were really going to lose this wave. Unexpectedly, at the final moment, they were still blocked!

Sicilia grinned: "Commander Kukult did a good job! Be sure to report his exploits to the Devil's Temple when you go back!"

The other three also nodded their heads. This wave could be blocked, all thanks to Commander Kukult's self-destruction.

Self-destruction is something that not every demon has the courage to do.

On the other side, Nangong Jing heard that Sicilia actually called her Nangong Iron Fist again, and her whole body was full of momentum, and she wanted to hit someone with anger.

However, she also knew that it was not yet time to start fighting.

She stared at the whirlwind of flames and gritted her teeth secretly: "Stinky boy, if it explodes, I must train you well after I go back!!"

On one side, Luo Bingqing, Lin Kuang, and Lois were also staring at the whirlwind of flames on the ground, completely ignoring the wild laughter of the sharp-blade demons.

It's not just them, the powerhouses in the sky below, the sharp-blade demon soldiers and human soldiers on the ground, the gold rush merchants outside the battlefield, the beautiful war reporters, and even the war net viewers watching the war.

Everyone watched the light curtain with bated breath. At this moment, the light curtain was divided into two sub-shots, one was the flame whirlwind in an unstable state, and the other was the cracked, blood-drenched, pale-faced Lu. Ze.

Looking at Lu Ze, whose face was pale and blood dripping from his body, at this moment, everyone hoped that he could stabilize the whirlwind of flames.

At Lu Ze's home, Lu Wen and Merlin looked at the unstable whirlwind of flames with solemn expressions on their faces.

Fu Shuya looked at the scars on Lu Ze's body, blood all over his body, and his distressed eyes were red.

Lu Li tightly grasped the panda doll in his hand, and stared at Lu Ze stiffly, his eyes twinkling, biting his lip, but did not speak.

The same is true for Alice on the side. Her hands are tightly clasped together, and she prays for Lu Ze secretly.

At this moment, the battlefield was silent.