Chapter 1622

Fire!

The God of fire roared and roared. The huge flame sword in his hand was like a swinging machete, and frantically smashed at Qi Qiang who became a snow monster.

In the face of such a violent attack, Qi Qiang not only did not retreat, but rushed up, and then hit each other hard.

The frost wrapped the snow monster's fist, condensed into a hill and hit the huge flame sword.

Boom!

The hot and cold collided, and the two spirits intertwined. The bricks and stones around could not bear the alternation between cold and heat, and turned into powder in an instant.

They stepped back and stepped on the bricks and stones on the ground. Half of the surrounding towers were lit by fire and half were covered by cold ice.

It makes people look flustered!

"Go!" Chen Hongxing waved his sword and split the hail with strange flame. His face was very ugly. He roared and urged people to leave the aura shock range of their fight, and commanded the army to drive down all the enemies in the future.

However, the effect is very little. Too many people lose their direction in the chaotic environment, like headless flies running around. Sometimes they plunge into the area where they fight. If they don't become ashes, they are ice sculptures.

Finally, it was not shattered by the aftershock and completely disappeared from the world.

Helpless, Chen Hongxing could only transfer the troops that could be gathered away, leave the area within 100 meters of the two men's fight, and then put them into battle again.

At the foot of the city, countless Bacheng warriors are about to accumulate. If they lose, the whole Qinghe city will be over.

Chen Hongxing piled up his troops like crazy, and the fireman and the snow monster collided again.

The flames, like butterflies, are shining beautifully in the sky.

The hail burst and smashed, like a hidden weapon of flying needles, hitting the ground and piercing bricks and stones.

Between the two, like the immortal enemy of life and death, they fight each other with their old fists and life and death for their respective goals.

From the initial sword and fist moves to the current life and death struggle of hooligans than hooligans, it has really frightened many people.

But they didn't dare to get close. They had to stay far away. It's important to keep their lives.

Wei Siyuan took a look at the snow monster, slowly struggled to stand up from the ground, and rushed up with his fist. Before the snow monster reacted, the roaring flame had hit the snow monster's head.

The snow monster was hit and flew by him. The hundred foot high city tower, like a broken kite, flew upside down, and then hit the ground heavily.

Boom!

The billowing smoke and dust made Liu Zhi's heart cool in the distance. He never thought that the Wei family with nine surnames in Qinghe had such strength.

In front of Wei Siyuan, he was just an insignificant person in the Wei family. He was able to punch the first expert of Arctic county. Sure enough, he was still a hero in the south!

Thinking of this, Liu Zhi was still thinking about what to do. He saw a shadow over the rolling smoke and dust, obscuring everyone's line of sight.

What's that?

A ten foot tall snow monster raised his head and wanted to find out curiously. He didn't want a hot foot to step on his face. Before he could react, he screamed and was trampled into the ground and turned into ashes.

"The body of the God of fire, the sword of flowing fire!"

Wei Siyuan shouted heavily. The body of the flame suddenly trembled and became thin, no longer as solid as before.

The flame split from his body condensed into a flashing red fire sword in the eyes of the people.

Wei Siyuan pinched the hilt with a sneer and then waved a sword.

The flame was like the flowing fire passing through the sky, condensed into a ball, dragged its long tail, brushed, skimmed and passed under the frightened eyes of the people.

Snow monsters fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 snow monsters became ashes.

"No!" Qi Qiang finally got up from the ground. His head was still dizzy and his body was still shaking. It was obvious that he fell on the ground before, resulting in damage to his body, so he had not recovered.

Can only have a weak roar, unwilling to look at their own people, one by one died miserably under Wei Siyuan's sword.

Twenty! Thirty! A hundred!

Qi Qiang was so anxious that he held the air with both hands. Then a huge mace condensed from nothing. He rushed up with this glittering cold mace, and hit a snow family that Wei Siyuan had slaughtered.

Suddenly, the sword and the snow family turned into a piece of scum at the same time, and blood and flesh splashed.

"You... You damn it!" Qi Qiang's red eyes were more intense. He didn't waste a word with a mace. He swung the mace again and again and hit the defenseless burning man.

One, two, three... Hundreds of swings and smashes made the burning man more and more sparse and shaky.

"You die!" Qi Qiang roared and hit him again.

This time, Wei Siyuan showed a smile. The expressionless fire man actually showed a smile, which seemed to be relieved.

He has no strength to fight. The sequelae of Vulcan transformation has been revealed. He has lost strength, life and Qingming.

He knew that the moment he closed his eyes, the body of Vulcan would burn again, the last burning of life.

At that time, Wei Si was far away, leaving only a fire spirit. A spirit who burns all the creatures in the world without any thought and only follows the flame of his heart.

Finally, I don't have to watch the struggle within the family or the struggle of the creatures in the world.

Finally... Free.

Boom!

Huge maces have been smashed down, and smoke is billowing all over the world.

Qi Qiang took a breath with the tail of the mace, and his eyes were relieved.

It's over, damn flame man.

He wants to celebrate, he wants to shout, he wants to roar.

Pick up the mace and hang it on your chest to complete this remarkable celebration with the ceremony of the snow family.

He's going to mention it!

His hand stretched out and pulled, but he changed his face.

Wolf tooth stick, it hasn't changed at all. I can't lift it! It was something that scolded me and bit me. I didn't move.

damn! What happened?

Qi Qiang's face turned pale. Then he abandoned his mace and wanted to step back.

Chen Hongxing on the tower was shocked. Looking at this scene, he thought Wei Siyuan had been killed. When he was lamenting in his heart, there was a scene in front of him.

This is a timely help. If Wei Siyuan is not dead, the guard morale of the city tower will continue to improve.

It's easy to hold the wall!

"Sheriff Wei is not dead. Everyone will do their best to defend Qinghe city!" Chen Hongxing raised the sword around his waist and shouted.

When they heard that their morale was boosted, they roared and fought with their swords and weapons.

"It's impossible!" Qi Qiang retreated and even turned and ran away.

He is not stupid. He doesn't know the situation in the smoke, but the gradually terrible momentum inside has far exceeded him, which makes him panic. Even his sense of danger tells himself that he is definitely not the opponent of the person standing in the smoke.

Only escape, escape can save your life!

"Want to go?" A joking voice, never heard.

Qi Qiang knows that this is not Wei Siyuan. Someone saved him, and this man is very strong. Now he can only escape and save his life.

Whew!

After running out for a while, Qi Qiang suddenly heard the breaking wind behind his ears and squinted to see what it was.

Mace! It is a crude weapon made of ten thousand years of cold iron from the deep sea of Arctic County, shining with ice blue aura.

But with frightening power, this mace has swept in.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters.

hasn't got time!

Qi Qiang made a quick decision and followed Zu Xun. If he was not sure to run for his life, he would fight with him in the snow to win that chance of life!

Qi Qiang clenched his teeth, stopped his steps, turned around, quickly pinched his hands, gathered his aura, and shaped a huge iceberg out of thin air in front of him. At the same time, his body kept retreating with the help of the formation of the iceberg.

This move is his proud defensive escape move. He was chased and killed by the polar bear king. That guy can tear the iceberg with his hands.

Running like wind and electricity, he is far from his opponent.

At that time, in order to escape, he used this move. Before the other party reacted, he disappeared.

Since then, he has become the only person in the whole Arctic County who survived from the polar bear king.

So this time, he also thought he would run away.

"Extremely cold iceberg!" His heart burst, and the iceberg in front of him appeared, superimposed layer by layer, and pushed it away.

The distance between the mace and him was also at this moment, from ten meters to one hundred meters.

A hundred meters.

But it has become an eternal distance.

The mace hit the iceberg, but it didn't penetrate as usual. Instead, it became a help and pushed the whole iceberg out. Under Qi Qiang's frightened sight, the whole iceberg, together with him, crashed into the army of the Dayan Dynasty.

Squeak!

A blood road was frozen by the cold, and a bloody ice road was hard ground on the originally vibrant earth. Thousands of weak soldiers fell victim.

The initiator glanced at the snow monsters around him and snorted. The next second, countless snow monsters burst open, spilled blood and water, and fell to the ground dead.

"Not bad!" They clapped their hands and walked out of the smoke slowly. Behind them, Wei Siyuan was wearing a brand-new armor and fell to the ground with a pale face. Fortunately, they were breathing. Otherwise, they thought they had been dead for many days.

"The king just wandered around the north, and you went south. Don't you pay attention to the king?" While talking, the man stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. Above the sky, the flying boat warship maneuvered and appeared above everyone.

Above the warship, there were a lot of soldiers with bad eyes, bows, arrows and swords in their hands.

"Terror power!" Liu Zhi's heart suddenly tightened. He looked at the flying boats and warships in the sky and the snow monsters that turned into nothingness on the ground. He had already figured out who the shot was.

"Prince Wu, Fang Haotian." Liu Zhi said positively with a plain tone.

"Yes, it's the king." Fang Haotian shrugged, smiled and said, "now, what else do you want to say?"

"Remember, this is your last words before you die. You can say it a little longer." Fang Haotian said with a smile, but in the end, he couldn't suppress his anger.

The threat spread out and rolled over fiercely. Countless soldiers of the Dayan Dynasty were awed and subdued, kneeling on the ground trembling.