Tribute to the Demon King

Only in this way, under the interaction of the turbulent offensive, can one understand the other party's consciousness and expectations, and be able to know the essence of this person.

The so-called meeting one's heart with one's fist and one's heart with one's sword are roughly the same.

He watched quietly as the storm enveloped him, and from his hair, sparks and flames gradually ignited.

Wind helps fire.

The thick holy fire flowed out from between his fingers, dripped into the void, and turned into flames surrounding him.

Even though the wild wind blew his hair wildly, and the thin clothes on his body trembled, the flames wrapped around his body did not go out.

Then, he pointed his two guns at Luo Hao who was in the center of the storm, and shouted loudly.

"The red cross wedge, tearing the dragon's scales, digging out the internal organs—"

Laughing presumptuously, Zhou Yi's eyes finally ignited the purest crimson flame.

The holy flame wrapped around his double spears, mixed with the crimson murderous aura, burning fiercely.It was like Zhou Yi holding two flame spears in his hands.

When his morale was at its peak, half of the cloak of flames finally condensed behind him and shook open in the void.

That was proof that he and St. George's spirit had reached a new level of harmony.

"The so-called king should be fearless!"

Facing natural disasters and powerful enemies, Zhou Yi shouted loudly: "The so-called king should be invincible—"

The next moment, holding steel and waving fire, Zhou Yi launched a desperate charge towards the destructive storm!

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Wooka...I'm so tired, I'm going to bed, good night everyone QvQ

Chapter 48 BKB is of course necessary to restrain drastic changes

Charged against the devilish wind, Zhou Yi's fighting spirit exploded!

The holy gun in his hand rubbed violently in the viscous magic wind, and the red flame rubbed from the tip of the gun. The flame without any impurities flowed up and down his body, and the surrounding magic wind was distorted by the high temperature.

In the destructive magic wind like a mudslide, a group of distorted flames kept moving forward, violently rushing towards the center of the storm!

An almost violent fighting spirit dripped from the cracks in his bones, and Zhou Yi's blood was completely on fire.

It is probably a historical remnant produced by a hero who was previously coherent.As long as he enters the battle, Zhou Yi's fighting spirit will unstoppably burst upwards, and his rationality will gradually evaporate; at the same time, the pain Zhou Yi feels will also weaken, and produce an effect similar to intuition.

It's almost like madness.After Zhou Yi and Cu Chulainn were in tune, this feeling became more and more obvious.

And until he and St. George succeeded in deep synchronization, Zhou Yi was finally able to fully control this out-of-control power.

"Liang Zhushi, why is the south? Why is the north? How can He Mi get food if you don't get the king? Would you like to be a loyal minister and get safe?"

But as Luo Hao sang a song as cold and clear as moonlight, the surrounding storm became more and more violent.

No, it's not so much violent as it is heavy.

The magic wind summoned by Luo Hao is not just a natural storm.

It was a magical wind with heavy pressure.A magic wind with overwhelming pressure.

The ability to easily destroy buildings and crush vegetation is not because of how fast the wind is, but because of the unimaginably heavy quality that the wind carries.

With Luo Hao's continuous chanting, the surrounding air became more intense.

Zhou Yi, who had plunged into the hurricane like a burning comet, was abruptly held back from his charge.

It's like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all.If ordinary people were probably frozen in place by the wind or blown away in an instant, Zhou Yi tried his best to take his own steps forward, but the speed dropped out of thin air to a speed that could not even be compared with a child's crawling.

With a short distance of five or six meters, it takes a lot of running to get rid of the thick atmosphere around him.His movement speed dropped again and again, and even though he kept increasing the mana level in his body, he was still stuck in it and couldn't extricate himself.

——However, the gradually cloudy and distorted air around Zhou Yi was gradually getting bigger.

What started out as a thin membrane quickly swelled to become a vaguely gigantic sphere.

The scorching twisted gas spewed out with Zhou Yi's breath, and the air around Zhou Yi was gradually ignited.

"I hereby declare that everything I do is justice!"

Finally, Zhou Yi obeyed the voice in his heart and roared loudly: "Because I am the guardian of all countries and peoples, the four lands, and the one who calls for the truth with a long sword in my hand!"

He sang the spirit of killing the gods loudly, and thrust the magic spear into the ground forcefully.

It is the holy word that proclaims orthodoxy and pronounces authority.

That is the spirit of speech that summarizes the earth as one's own.

Zhou Yi's voice fell, and the sacred words turned into substantial power and poured into the earth.

The huge dragon's blood cross spread out close to the ground, completely covering one kilometer of land around Zhou Yi.

Just like his slightly changed speech spirit, the manifestation of power this time is slightly different.

——That was the new usage of the first power unearthed by him and Tony in the battle with the leader.

No longer associating yourself with the whole world, and therefore no longer cursing others, but simply creating a deep connection with the earth.

Then, with the authority of the king on the ground, he awakens the magic power of the earth veins and the deep power of the earth to strengthen his body.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the ground faintly flickering with the dragon's blood cross glowed crimson, becoming hot like a red-hot iron ball.