The sound of the flute falls on Douluo

Chapter 121

With Xiao Huai, the Contra, participating in the battle, the situation on both sides was instantly reversed.

The strength of the Demon Lord Shenyan is indeed against the sky, but in order not to let themselves get lost in the power, both of them tried their best to restrain themselves.Its strength has only exerted [-]%.

But even so, with its powerful destructive power, it forcibly killed eight or nine soul saints, as well as a dozen soul emperors.

However, facing the 85-level Contra, the strength of the Demon Lord Shenyan is not enough.

Unless Yan and Yan Ling'er disregarded the danger of going berserk and unblocked all their strengths.

However, the weakening effect of Yaomei is still effective on Xiao Huai.

The moment he entered the purple mist, his reaction dropped significantly.

However, relying on hard power, despite the huge difference in size, he still suppressed the Lord of the Divine Flame to death.

"Boss, you can't go on like this. If you continue like this, you will lose sooner or later." Qin Mo looked worriedly at the suppressed and beaten Demon Lord, and shouted anxiously.

"hold on."

From the very beginning, Mo Fan has been following Xiao Huohuo's movements.

After Xiao Huai entered the battlefield, Mo Fan noticed that Xiao Huohuo seemed to be determined to eat them, regardless of his own safety, and kept sending the people around him to fight, trying to take them down in one fell swoop.

And Mo Fan is waiting for the moment when there is no one around him.

The disparity in strength is too great, and now if they want to win, they can only take the action of beheading.

Just when Xiao Huohuo let the last soul sage who was guarding him enter the purple mist, Mo Fan moved.

Qin Mo and Liao Qianran met instantly, and endless vines appeared under Xiao Huohuo's feet, successfully covering his sight.

And Mo Fan used cover to quickly approach Xiao Huohuo.

The sudden emergence of vines startled Xiao Huohuo, but he quickly settled down and dealt with the continuous emergence of vines.

However, with the support of Qin Mo's third soul ability, the black vines could not be cut and destroyed, but made himself more impatient.

The damage of these vines is not high, but it is a must to stir up people's mentality.

Just as Xiao Huohuo burned a crop of vines to ashes again, through the gap, he noticed the figure that was about to come to him.

Looking at Mo Fan who rushed over, Xiao Huohuo smiled contemptuously.

A soul ring lit up, and on his shoulders, two wolf heads formed by the condensed soul power appeared.

With his own head attached, Xiao Huohuo's three heads roared at Mo Fan.

While avoiding the aftermath of the battle, Mo Fan, who approached Xiao Huohuo, keenly noticed this, and immediately sealed his ears with soul power.

Just as Mo Fan guessed, a huge sound wave swayed away the vines and mist, and attacked Mo Fan quickly.

A wrong body, Mo Fan avoided the incoming sound wave, but the ear-piercing wolf howl had no effect on him.

Xiao Huohuo saw that his soul skills didn't work on him, his eyes sharpened, as if he was facing Mo Fan and fighting him in close quarters.

However, the vines that kept appearing kept hindering him, making it difficult for him to move forward.

When he found Mo Fan again, Mo Fan had already appeared behind him, and the cold sword energy blasted towards him like falling flowers.

After a roar, a werewolf-like figure appeared in Mo Fan's field of vision.

At this time, Xiao Huohuo, who was dressed in tatters, had red eyes, bloody red light spilled out of the corners of his eyes, and a look of madness appeared on his face.

With the blessing of the spirit ring, he rushed towards Mo Fan like a vicious dog.

"It's really a mad dog."

Looking at Xiao Huohuo who was gradually losing his mind, a flash of disdain flashed in Mo Fan's heart, and he easily avoided his pounce.

While constantly dodging, watching Xiao Huohuo's fighting posture, Mo Fan suddenly had an idea and thought of a martial art.

When Xiao Huohuo rushed forward again, Mo Fan restrained the sword energy on Panlong Moxiao, and took this opportunity to slap him hard on the back.

"Ouch!!"

A scream similar to howling of a wolf resounded throughout the battlefield.

Xiao Huai, who was madly crushing the Lord of the Divine Flame, stopped when he heard the wailing.

The Demon Lord Shenyan took this opportunity to slap him hard with a pair of huge palms like slapping mosquitoes.

However, Xiao Huai was just stunned for a moment, and when he realized that the situation was wrong, he reacted quickly, jumped forward, and jumped out from between his palms.

Although Mo Fan doesn't know how to beat a dog with a stick, he still knows how to beat a dog with a stick.

The Panlong ink flute was originally a relatively long nine-hole flute, and it was no different from a stick when swung. With the soul power attached to it, the power was unexpectedly astonishing.

Mo Fan became more and more interested in the fight, crushing Xiao Huohuo until he ran away with his head in his arms.

I don't know what magic power this random beating has, but Xiao Huohuo was so beaten that he forgot to fight back.

While Xiao Huai was dealing with the Lord of the Divine Flame, he looked anxiously at Xiao Huohuo who was being chased and beaten.

He wanted to pull away to save him, but although the Demon Lord of the Divine Flame was suppressed and beaten by him, once he slack off, he would face the opponent's counterattack.

The others couldn't count on it, and they were all trapped in the mist, being played around by the monster.

"Wow! What kind of trick are you doing?!" Xiao Huohuo asked angrily, losing his temper after being beaten.

Asked about this, Mo Fan gave Mo Xiao a pause in his hand, looked at Xiao Huohuo who was squatting with his head in his arms, "Hmm... probably called the 'Dog Beating Stick Method'."

"Beat the dog?! You are the dog! Your whole family is a dog!!"

Seemingly being told about the pain, Xiao Huohuo immediately jumped up and grinned at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan just smiled lightly at this, and didn't care, and continued to wave his flute towards Xiao Huohuo to draw.

Xiao Huohuo was completely irritated by Mo Fan's indifferent attitude, his face kept twitching, and he roared loudly: "Today I will show you what despair is!!"

A palpitating aura surged on Xiao Huohuo's body, Mo Fan noticed this, and secretly thought that he would suffer.

Putting away his playful mentality, the fierce sword energy condensed on Panlong Moxiao again, tiptoed, and flew towards Xiao Huohuo.

"You only want to kill me now, it's too late!"

And just when Xiao Huohuo finished yelling these words, a beam of light soaring into the sky suddenly appeared accompanied by countless howls.

The surging energy caused everyone who was still fighting to lose their minds.

However, Mo Fan was an exception. Taking advantage of Xiao Huohuo's short pause, he had already arrived in front of Xiao Huohuo.

Without the slightest hesitation, several sword qi hit the opponent's heart directly, smashing it to pieces.

However, Xiao Huohuo's big move, which had been accumulating all the time, lost its energy supply and was forcibly interrupted.

The retrograde blood in his body overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Huohuo glanced at his heart in disbelief, and then fell back straight.

"Zhu Zi An dare!!"

Seeing Xiao Huohuo being killed with his own eyes, Xiao Huai went completely crazy.

The last tie in his heart was crushed by Mo Fan, the energy in his body completely ran away, and the majestic soul power formed a huge energy storm, directly forcing back the Demon Lord of the Divine Flame who wanted to attack him.

Looking at Xiao Huai who was running away violently, Mo Fan couldn't help but thumped in his heart.

"It's troublesome now."

(End of this chapter)