RPAGF Chapter 562 Lost, Don’t Deserve to Live
Chapter 562 Lost, Don’t Deserve to Live
Seeing that his spell was broken, Xiaofeng wanted to fight Lin Qingyao with his fists and feet.
He gritted his teeth, with a look of determination in his eyes, and rushed towards Lin Qingyao.
He swung a punch, the wind from the fist whistled, and it hit Lin Qingyao's face with a powerful force.
Lin Qingyao slightly turned sideways and easily avoided the attack.
Then he kicked Xiaofeng in the abdomen.
Xiaofeng felt pain and his face turned pale instantly. He bent down, covered his abdomen tightly with both hands, and a painful expression appeared on his face.
Lin Qingyao took the opportunity to hold him down and beat him up.
His fists rained down on Xiaofeng, each one carrying his anger.
Xiaofeng struggled continuously under Lin Qingyao's fist, but was unable to break free.
"You despicable villain, I told you not to talk nonsense and make trouble!" Lin Qingyao scolded him while beating him, his eyes burning with anger and his teeth chattering.
Xiao Feng's face was full of horror. He didn't expect Lin Qingyao to be so powerful.
His face was covered in bruises, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of pleading for mercy.
Lin Qingyao stopped beating Xiaofeng.
At this time, the comments in the live broadcast room began to roll: "Brother Chen, forget it, if you hit him again, someone will die, please spare him this time."
Lin Qingyao gasped, and her anger gradually subsided.
He looked at Xiao Feng, who was beaten black and blue, with a hint of anger still in his eyes.
After a few seconds, Lin Qingyao released her hand, stood up, and shouted at Xiaofeng, "Get out! Don't let me see you again."
Xiaofeng's face was full of fear. He struggled to get up from the ground, his body still trembling slightly.
He didn't dare say another word. He turned around and ran away in shame, stumbling as if something terrible was chasing him.
Lin Qingyao watched Xiaofeng leave, then took out her phone and said to the audience in the live broadcast room, "Sorry, everyone, I lost control. I'm going to log off today."
After saying that, he turned off the live broadcast without hesitation.
At the same time, in the open space where the confrontation was tense, the atmosphere became increasingly solemn.
After Wang Yu was defeated, he lay on the ground, his face full of pain, his body twitching slightly, but he was not dead yet.
However, what was unexpected was that Buwang actually pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into Wang Yu's chest without hesitation.
There was no trace of pity on Buwang's face. He said coldly, "Those who fail don't deserve to live!"
After saying that, he stood up and stared at Chen Yile with eyes as sharp as a hawk.
He straightened his black robe, raised his chin slightly, and said, "These two are child's play. Chen Yile, why don't we just play a round together?"
Chen Yile raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, and responded: "Okay, you do it."
Buwang's eyes were stern, and he said, "Let me make it clear first, you have to convince me."
Chen Yile shrugged and said casually, "Whatever you want."
Buwang snorted coldly and said, "You have guts."
Then he pulled a puppet out of his bag.
The puppet was carved extremely delicately, with the lines on its face lifelike, but it exuded a strange aura.
He muttered a few obscure spells and then threw the puppet to the ground.
The moment the puppet landed on the ground, it began to grow rapidly and turned into a monster and stood up.
This monster is tall and even bigger than the previous blood demon.
Its skin was a dark purple color and covered with strange patterns, like ancient talismans.
The monster's head was like a huge pumpkin, and its two eyes were flashing red light like burning flames.
Its mouth was wide open, revealing a row of sharp teeth, and there seemed to be some unknown mucus remaining between its teeth.
The monster's limbs were thick and powerful, and each finger was like a sharp blade, flashing coldly in the sunlight.
He smiled proudly and said, "Chen Yile, with your ability, you won't fight in person, right? That's still called a duel."
Chen Yile smiled slightly and slowly took out the little figure he had just folded from his arms.
The little figure was made extremely delicately, and was covered with various mysterious symbols painted with cinnabar.
Chen Yile muttered something, chanted a spell, and then gently threw the little man to the ground.
"Nezha, the Third Prince, please come and take possession of me!"
The moment the paper man landed on the ground, he suddenly turned into a real person, exactly like the legendary Nezha.
Although he is a stand-in, he is wearing the Hun Tian Ling, riding on the Wind Fire Wheel, holding a Fire Spear in his hand, and his eyes reveal a sense of majesty, which is no different from the real thing.
His hair was tied up high and fluttered in the wind like a burning flame.
He has a handsome face and a heroic look between his eyebrows, which makes people intimidated.
"Go! Get rid of the demon!" Chen Yile shouted sternly.
The stand-in Nezha rushed towards the monster without saying a word.
Seeing this, the monster roared and rushed forward.
The stand-in Nezha suddenly thrust out the fire spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed red light, like a burning fire snake.
The monster waved its huge arms, creating a gust of wind and smashing towards the substitute Nezha.
The fire spear collided with the monster's arm, making a loud bang and splashing a ball of sparks.
The monster's arm was pierced by the fire spear, and a puff of black smoke came out, but it didn't seem to be seriously hurt.
The monster roared and attacked again.
It opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a black mist.
The fog quickly spread, emitting a pungent smell.
The stand-in Nezha was not in a hurry. He stepped on the wind-fire wheel and quickly flew into the air.
Then, he chanted something and cast a "Samadhi True Fire Mantra".
I saw a ball of blazing flame burning on the fire spear in his hand. The flame was bright red, as if it could burn everything to ashes.
The substitute Nezha waved the Fire Spear, and the Samadhi True Fire flew towards the monster.
The monster dodged quickly, but the Samadhi True Fire was extremely fast and still hit its body.
The monster was burned by the Samadhi True Fire and let out a painful scream.
Its body began to burn, and the dark purple skin sizzled.
The monster rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on its body, but the Samadhi True Fire burned more and more vigorously.
He watched the monster he summoned fall into trouble, and his face became very gloomy.
He quickly formed seals with his hands and chanted a spell, trying to increase the monster's power.
As the spell was recited, the flames on the monster gradually went out, and it stood up again, its eyes full of anger.
The monster roared to the sky and then rushed towards the substitute Nezha.
It is extremely fast, like lightning.
The stand-in Nezha was not to be outdone. He rode on his wind-fire wheels and rushed forward to meet the enemy.
The two started a fierce battle again.
The stand-in Nezha danced with the fire spear in his hand so tightly that the air seemed to be burning wherever the spear tip touched.
The monster relies on its huge body and powerful strength to continuously launch attacks.
Its arms waved, creating gusts of wind that made it difficult to get close.