1551: C1551 Conway Is Dead

C1551 Conway Is Dead

Article 1551. Kang Wei died.

Saint One knew that if he wanted to win, he had to injure Kang Wei.

Furthermore, this degree of injury wasn't low.

He was only a Third Rank Sacred Dragon now, and his strength was about the same as an early stage Netherpassage Realm.

If they didn't think of a way, they wouldn't have any results even if they fought until the sky turned dark.

At this time, Kang Wei was also in a state of chaos. He forgot that he couldn't fight with body cultivators in close combat.

Even if Sacred One wasn't a body cultivator, he was still better than a body cultivator.

"Stop! Little Zi, you dare!"

Although Kang Wei was not far away, he could feel the temperature of the flame in Sacred One's palm.

His expression changed again and again!

He absolutely could not let him roast it!

He also didn't have time to think about what kind of flame that was! His eyes were only filled with the life sword pill.

Saint One used his life's Dragon Flame.

Under the scorching heat, the sword pill instantly turned into molten iron, then evaporated into steam.

"Puah!"

Kang Wei, who had just arrived in front of Sacred One, felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

He spat out a mouthful of blood. His injuries were quite severe, and the cultivation level was instantly reduced by half.

"Kang Wei, quickly retreat!"

Sect Leader's master, Kang Dashan, hurriedly shouted.

Kang Wei also realized that he was in absolute danger, so he didn't hesitate at all.

He immediately retreated.

But it was too late.

The goal of Sacred One was for Kang Wei to come over.

Now that he had achieved his goal, how could he let him go?

"Hehe! It's too late for you to do anything now. You're finished! "

Saint One revealed a smile as if his plan had worked.

After saying that, he stretched out his five fingers and stretched them towards Kang Wei's cephalo-.

Hu!

Before his palm arrived, the temperature of the Dragon Flame reached first.

Sizzle!

Kang Wei's hair was instantly burnt clean.

The entire cephalo- was roasted until it sizzled.

"Not good! My life is over!"

Kang Cheng felt a strong sense of crisis.

He hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy to defend himself.

If he hadn't been injured just now, he might have been able to hold on for a while.

However, he had already lost half of his cultivation level. How could he still hold on for a moment?

However, he didn't give up on his final struggle.

He reached out and patted his pocket.

Crash!

A green cloak made of unknown materials instantly covered his entire body.

However, it only lasted for a breath of time.

The green cloak exploded with a bang.

Kang Cheng kept retreating. He did not look at the cloak.

Instead, he kept stepping back and patting his pocket.

One after another, defensive magic treasures were summoned.

Dozens of magic treasures were used as protective talismans.

Although it was only a short breath's time, a dozen magic treasures were used for more than a dozen breaths' time.

If he could return to his camp, with the help of the old ancestor, he would definitely be able to safely escape from the danger of his life.

To think that it was pretty, and that it wasn't pretty either, that would definitely be impossible.

"Ah... Old Master! ......”

Kang Wei had just uttered these three words when he was mercilessly burned to death by the Dragon Flame.

Kang Wei didn't even have the strength to struggle in the Dragon Flame.

The battlefield immediately became silent.

The elder of the Three Great Sword Sects and Sect Leader looked at the flame in Sacred One's palm in shock.

"What fire is that?"

"It's a heteropyrexia! But looking at this unfamiliar person, he doesn't seem to be ranked in the top 30 of the heteropyrexia Ranking. "

"Top 30? I'm afraid that even the tenth ranked demonic flame wouldn't be able to melt Kang Wei's sword pill so quickly."

“......”

Just as everyone was discussing amongst themselves, saint clapped his hands and left the battlefield in a carefree manner.

The veins on Kang Dashan's temples were trembling non-stop.2

He was at a disadvantage!

He had lost a disciple with a bright future in the first battle, what a pity!

He could feel that Kang Jiajun's aura had weakened a little.

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