Chapter 617： Incomparable pulling the wind to suppress the magic gold!

Ye Yang was lucky, and a dazzling golden light slowly lit up on the Jinyazhen Magic Sword.

Ma Shuo, who was standing on the rock wall, was still dealing with the siege of the fire beasts.

The moment the golden light appeared, the fire beasts all lay down in fear.

Ma Shuo stared at the golden sword made of pure gold in the air, and then looked at the helpless eyes of Ye Dao, only then did he know why the Dao did not take out this treasure earlier.

If it's me, I don't want to take it out!

This style, simply don't be too cool!

Take it out and immediately become a target!

It is normal to provoke coveting and jealousy of people around you.

Fortunately, no one in the Flame Demon Cave could see this blinding golden knife special effect.

In fact, Ma Shuo is a little flustered now.

Not afraid that Ye Yang might lose.

But I was afraid that Ye Yang carrying the Jinyizhen Magic Knife suddenly said...I am the drum Tianle, the brothers come to the nest!

If you think about it carefully, is this really special?

In Ma Shuo's sight, the golden sword in Ye Yang's hand has become a resplendent training, cutting out a domineering and mighty imposing momentum.

No, it should be said that it is the momentum of money...

It's really like pure gold!

The Flame Demon was not afraid of facing this Wu Peng sword gesture, but showed a sneer.

"Exorcism? Suppressor?"

"Mortal, have you heard a word?"

"Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard!"

In the next moment, a sorrowful red-demonic energy burst out from behind him, pressing like night.

Its aura far surpassed the blade of Jinyao Town Magic Sword.

The latter is almost like a lone boat in the sea, struggling to support it.

Upon seeing this, Fall sneered even more.

That's right, water can indeed extinguish fires, but your so little water becomes steam in minutes before me.

Mortals are still mortals, and they lack much knowledge than those who cultivated in ancient times.

If it were replaced by the iron-headed monks in the Tongtian Temple, there would have been a steady stream of Fudo Mingwang's palms.

Using an absolute amount of Buddha-nature light to crush the devil qi is the most direct way to defeat the devil seed.

Ma Shuo looked anxiously beside him.

Originally thought that Ye Yang, a member of Xinyue Member 8's special effects, could kill the Balrog without any friends.

As a result, the Balrog had the upper hand as soon as they played against it.

How can you fight this?

He couldn't help looking at Ye Yang's face, wanting to know what Ye Dao's expression was at the moment.

Is it surprise, is it shock? Still timid?

However, he was wrong, none of the above expressions appeared on Ye Yang's face.

Ye Yang's face was indifferent and disdainful.

In the next moment, the huge golden phantom broke through the devilish energy, pierced the body of the Balrog like a sword-like unicorn, and plunged into the left shoulder fiercely.

The golden light burst out, bursting Foul's left arm.

Devil energy gathered from all directions to quickly condense the body, but a layer of golden energy adhered to the wound, no matter how hard Foul tried to get rid of it.

But this is not the most shocking place for Fall.

The middle-aged Flame Demon who had lived for nearly 700 years raised his head and looked at the huge golden phantom in mid-air.

Can't help swallowing.

Oh no, he has no saliva.

But Mr. Falbride's Adam's apple did move, and the flame-shrouded eyes showed a trace of fear.

This is the coercion on the life level, the fear born out of blood when facing natural enemies.

That's right, what exudes majesty, uprightness, and grandeur in mid-air is Jinyao.