"Hoo, ho, you're such a troublesome guy. Ordinary little devils aren't as difficult to deal with as you. But hey, your current strength is probably enough to evolve. It's a pity that you're a step too late" A slap on the butt Sitting on Aiwen's back, suppressing Aiwen so that he could hardly move, the attacker Fang panted and said with a smile. "Iknow you?" Ivan asked with difficulty with his swollen eyes open. The more he heard the other person's voice, the more he felt like he had heard it somewhere before. "Hey hey hey, did you think I would tell you? Isn't it a wonderful thing to die with questions?" Although he had the upper hand, the attacker was very cautious and had no intention of answering this question. . "You should thank me for letting you live for a little longer. Well, it's not too early now, so I'll be kind and send you on your way!" After saying that, the attacker stood up and kicked at the same time. He stepped hard on Alvin's abdomen and planted him firmly on the stone slab. The force of the heavy step affected the staggered knife marks on Aiwen's abdomen, causing him to struggle painfully. However, his left hand was firmly nailed by the dagger and he could not use his strength, which could only make the already serious penetrating injury on his hand worse. After struggling for a few times and unable to break free, Alvin could only use his severely injured right hand to grab the attacker's foot on his abdomen and try to move it away. To his surprise, although the injured palm of his right hand was still painful, he did not feel much inconvenience when exerting force. Instead, he felt like he was out of control. Could it be that the muscles in his right hand were necrotic? The attacker did not notice the flash of confusion on Aiwen's face, raised his hands, and began to squeeze the magic handprints. Although Ivan has been completely controlled now, after the struggle just now, the attacker also has a very deep understanding of his bad physical attack ability. He is not sure that he can quickly defeat Ivan with physical attacks. Solution, wouldn't it be bad if he was beaten into suspended animation? So in order to avoid any further trouble, and also because the magic value consumed has slowly recovered during this period of time, allowing him to have some luxury, he decided to use a wind blade to completely kill Ivan. "It took five wind blades to finish you off. As a little devil, you can actually be proud" He muttered something self-deprecatingly, and a narrow transparent ripple slowly appeared on the attacker's chest. , that is a sign that the wind blade is beginning to take shape. Are you going to die? Looking at the increasingly obvious ripples above his head, Alvin's pupils couldn't help but shrink. No, I will definitely not die. There must be a way to solve the current predicament. I have a way, I have a way. What can I do? By the way, I haven't used my right hand and the fireball technique on my right hand. I still have a chance to turn defeat into victory! At this time, Alvin had been driven crazy by the strong premonition of death, and even forgot about the pain all over his body. "Fire, let me burn it!" Ivan ignored that his right hand holding the opponent's ankle had been seriously injured. According to common sense, it was no longer possible to use the fireball technique, but he just shouted crazily in his heart. However, something strange really happened. As if stimulated by Ivan's strongly fluctuating soul, his right hand, which was dyed red and black with blood, began to emit a faint red light, and then a cluster of flames emerged from the palm of Ivan's right hand. It came out, and quickly changed from dark red to deep red, then to orange-red, and finally stopped at golden yellow. The entire color transformation process was completed in the blink of an eye. Following Ivan, the attacker was also surprised to discover this change, but the time of this change was too short. Before he could react, the ankle held tightly by Ivan's right hand A layer of flames ignited and quickly spread to the entire thigh. In the blazing golden flames, the layers of black cloth turned yellow in the blink of an eye, and then turned into ashes. The next thing that was burned by the flames was the attacker's body wrapped under the cloth. "Ah!!!" The attacker screamed crazily. The wind blade magic that was about to be completed on his chest collapsed due to the sudden fluctuations in his mind. The aftermath of the bursting air blade scratched his hands dozens of times. A small break. But at this time, he no longer cared about this minor injury. He just screamed and struggled to break away from Ivan's right hand, and took a few steps back. The attacker's body swayed a few times, and he opened his arms. Before he could bend down to extinguish the flames on his legs, the burning thigh seemed to be unable to support the weight of his body any longer. A "click" sound broke from the middle and became charred black. A few sections later, the unpleasant burning smell suddenly flew out along with wisps of green smoke from the burnt black limbs that rolled to the ground and were still burning. "Ahhhh!!!" The attacker fell to the ground, wailing while slapping the remaining flames attached to the broken leg. In this world, there is noThis incident is not uncommon. Ivan's master once suffered such an injury, and successfully cured the disability. However, the severed limb only caused short-term pain, and half of it was burned by flames, and it was a special magical flame. The leg was burned alive, and the remaining flames were still attached to the wound at the break and continued to burn. The pain he suffered was really from heaven to earth. It can be said that Alvin just this one moment made him suffer all the pain he had suffered before. I got it back with profit. His right hand suddenly showed strength, and the blow had a miraculous effect. Ivan was also stunned. He lay on the ground and stared blankly at the golden flame burning on his right hand. He was in a trance for a moment. What was going on Well , Chi Yan of Cao Zhijing? The severe pain that continued to hit his body reminded Alvin that now was not the time to be in a daze. The powerful flame in his right hand came out of nowhere, and might go away out of nowhere. He had to take advantage of the flame to kill the guy rolling and wailing next to him. Get rid of him, or at worst, make him lose the ability to threaten his own life. Trying to sit up, Ivan stretched his right hand out in front of his eyes and took a look. In the blazing golden flames, the cross-shaped scar on the palm of his hand that was originally deep and visible to the bone has almost healed. No wonder he can't feel much pain, slightly. For a moment, Ivan shook his head and gave up thinking about the problem. Instead, he covered his right hand with his left hand, held the handle of the dagger and pulled it out several times, and finally pulled it out of the stone slab. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The wound on Aiwen's left hand was killed for free by the red-hot dagger. Waves of green smoke came out of the wound on his left hand, making him grimace in pain. Throwing aside the dagger that was almost deformed by the flames, Ivan gritted his teeth and stood up, staggering towards the attacker who had extinguished most of the flames at the broken thigh and gradually calmed down. The flames in his right hand Shining the light from bottom to top, his bloodstained face looked unusually ferocious. The attacker was naturally shocked when he saw Ivan's behavior. He held back the pain, started to form hand seals with his hands, and chanted spells on his lips. The two parties cooperated, hoping to send out magic before Ivan arrived at his side. , killing Alvin in one fell swoop. It¡¯s a pity that the fire damage that Ivan brought to him was much stronger than the normal damage. The heartbreaking pain from the wound made him unable to concentrate. Even if the hand seals and spells were combined, the magic continued to fail. Ivan saw all his actions, and he was very anxious. Although the opponent failed to release magic many times, he could not put all his hope in the opponent's failure. Once the opponent successfully released magic, he would be finished, so He dragged his seriously injured body forward as hard as he could, but he couldn't move much faster after being injured. The distance of less than four meters took him nearly five seconds. On Ivan's side, such a slow speed naturally made him anxious, but from the perspective of the unlucky attacker, Ivan put huge psychological pressure on him as if he was playing with a cat. This pressure increased as Ivan got closer and closer, and he became more likely to make mistakes when casting magic. Finally, the attacker collapsed: "Don't come over, don't kill me!" Ivan walked away expressionlessly. When he got in front of the attacker, he raised his right hand to catch him. "You can't kill me. Do you know who I am? Do you know why I attacked you? Don't you want to know these things?" The attacker shouted in panic while trying to move his body back. "Of course I want to know" Ivan forced a smile, and then grabbed the attacker's head with his right hand: "But, I don't have time to listen, you should go to hell with these secrets!"