He played fire all his life in his dream, and what he was most afraid of was the three attributes of fire, wood and water. He didn't know how to do it, because he had never fought with anyone, but the magic weapon was a joke in front of him.

As long as the grade difference is not too outrageous, the magic weapons of these attributes are restrained by his flames.

The grade mentioned here not only refers to the realm, but also the quality of the raw materials.

In his dream life, what he lacked the most was magic weapons. Sometimes when he was bored in his cultivation and felt bored in alchemy, he would burn the magic weapons to play. The magic weapons he destroyed in his hands were enough for a top sect for a hundred years, which was not counted as the one he used when he passed the tribulation.

Although there is a big difference, the raw material grade of this Fujime is not high and cannot withstand his few fireworks.

Seeing that Lu Xiaochi was still indifferent, Du Chui suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took a deep breath, and then his hands changed their marks again, spitting out a mouthful of blood again.

As the mouth of blood was spewing out, Du Chui's breath weakened significantly, and he looked like a gray-haired old man.

But the effect of this mouth of blood was also very obvious. Lu Xiaochi sensed a very obvious emotional fluctuation from this Fujiguchi. It was obvious that the second mouth of blood seemed to give it some sanity.

"Go!" Du Chuiyinjie changed again, and his hands suddenly pushed forward, and a loud shout came out of his mouth.

Fujima howled, and he rushed towards Lu Xiaochi with joy.

After doing this, Du Chui took out a pill and took it, took out two medium-grade spirit stones, and began to speed up the recovery of spiritual energy.

"So the spirit stone can be used like this!" Lu Xiaochi didn't feel much about Fujiwei who was rushing over, and seemed to care about it at all. Instead, he saw Du Chui's subsequent behavior and felt that he opened a new door.

When Fujima rushed to Lu Xiaochi on his own, several particularly long roots were thrown over, making a whimpering sound like a whip.

A small flame condensed from Lu Xiaochi's fingertips, and he lit the roots that were drawn. With just a touch, the roots broke from the middle, and then the flame quickly spread to both sides.

But this speed was still too slow. Lu Xiaochi couldn't help frowning, then pointed forward, and the little flame flew out and crashed into Fujigu that was rushing towards him.

Fujime's roots were broken and forced to stop the rush. It whistled in pain, its screams were loud and sharp, shaking people's eardrums.

The fire on the roots was still spreading, and it instinctively broke the roots in advance, followed by more roots being broken, and quickly wrapped around and rolled into a ball, crashing towards the swaying flame.

With a bang, the two collided together, and the ball formed by the roots instantly burned and turned into a big fireball. The reason why it spread faster than when the roots were burned was because it was the power of the entire small flame.

I have to say that if the level is higher, it is indeed more difficult to deal with. Lu Xiaochi sighed and shook his head.

The crack of so many whiskers like self-harm caused great harm to the Fujigu. The roots on its body twitched wildly, and the vine body kept floating up and down like trembling.

Fujime began to retreat, instinctively trying to stay away from Lu Xiaochi, while making a shrill sound, not knowing whether it was because of the pain or something else.

Du Chui looked at this scene blankly and had long forgotten to absorb spiritual energy to restore himself.

In his life, he has seen Fujime take action seven times, and three of them are he who controls the enemy himself.

Every time I face the enemy, Fujime's roots would break a lot, and one time it was almost destroyed, leaving only more than ten roots intact. Even that time, Fujime never had such fear. However, this time, it was just a fight. The broken roots were less than one-tenth, and it had already begun to retreat!

Because Fujime is activated by Du Chui's hard work, he can have some simple communication with Fujime, and only he understands it here. Fujime is talking about escaping.

Looking at the three old monsters here from afar, they were all surprised, and their faces changed a little, obviously estimating the profound meaning revealed in it.

But no one left. For them, the more unusual Lu Xiaochi acted, the more he had, the more he had the opportunity he got. People who practiced against the will of heaven and fought for their fate. Such a great opportunity was in front of them. No one was willing to give up easily before they were over.

Du Chui was unwilling to give up, even if Fujima was whistling desperately and fleeing, he was unwilling to do so. Moreover, his legitimate son and grandson died at the hands of the little idiot. This deep blood revenge must be avenged, otherwise he would not be able to explain to himself or to another person when he turned around.

Thinking of that person, a look of fear surged in Du Chu's eyes, and suddenly took a deep breath, strengthening his fighting spirit. He saw that he pinched his hands again, and a complex and strange tone surged out of his mouth.

At this time, Fujima was about to retreat in front of Du Chui. Feeling Du Chui's thoughts, Fujima no longer retreated, but instead let out a roar towards the sky, and then broke many roots and wrapped them into dozens of balls smaller than before.

At the same time, Du Chui also let out a whistle, and the big knife behind him flew out of the sheath and hovered in front of him.

"Leng Shuang Jue!" Du Chui's hands changed and he suddenly roared in a low voice, and his tall and burly body began to tremble desperately.

The big sword hovered in front of him was also trembling desperately. The snow on the ground began to vibrate, rising and falling like waves. At the beginning, the amplitude was very small, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to have a huge wave. With a loud bang, the snow within one meter of the surrounding area flew away from the ground, densely covered with white space, wrapping the big sword in the middle.

With a crackling sound, the snow was instantly shattered and reorganized, condensing dozens of huge ice and snow blades, pointing to Lu Xiaochi from afar.

"Sister Su, concentrate. See how I fight the enemy and think carefully." Lu Xiaochi's expression finally changed. The main reason was that the number of pickle balls and snow knives was too large. He was a little worried that he could not intercept them all.

He was talking, but his hands were not idle. When Su Ningyan looked at him intently, a small flame appeared on his fingertips. The small flame paused, and then it rose in the wind, and instantly expanded to the point where it could cover both of them.

But this is not a fireball, but a firewall, which is flat and has an overall thickness of about one finger.

Lu Xiaochi stretched out his arm, and the fire wall floated forward. Then he began to rotate his index finger, and the fire wall also turned in circles. But outsiders could not see that the fire wall was rotating, and only Su Ningyan, who was standing here, could see this point from Lu Xiaochi's movements. After she tried it herself, she could still tell it even if she didn't stand behind her.

"Why do you need to spin?" Su Ningyan looked and pondered, asking herself in her heart.

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