Fang Hong, Chen Guo, and Wei Chiyang saw this scene, and without saying a word, they turned around and left.

Under the repeated injuries, if you are someone else, you don't know how many times you have died, but a powerful monk like Su Yihong has a strong body, if he can't die at one time, then there will be no chance. Unless you fill in a lot of lives and wear out your vitality, you may win.

But Su Yihong is actually not alone at the moment, if he realizes that his physical strength is insufficient, he can retreat into the formation behind him at any time, as long as there are clansmen to answer and block the enemy for a while, he can take the pill and come up to fight again.

Fang Hong and the three of them were all disciples of the master-apprentice lineage, and they were able to cultivate to this point, they didn't know how much they had gone through the battle formation, and their eyes were extremely smart, and when they saw that Su Yihong was about to stand up, they had already retreated very far.

They could also afford to put it down, and when they saw that it was useless to fight any longer, they immediately gave up their original plan, so they fled very quickly.

As for the "Jiluo Golden Cone", Fang Hong also gave it up without hesitation, and he didn't worry about falling into the hands of the other party at all.

This magic weapon is a mysterious weapon, without sacrificial training, the Su family will die today, when this person dies, are you still afraid that you won't be able to scoop it back?

Su Yihong put the stick horizontally, his eyes were fierce, staring at the backs of the three people, and shouted angrily: "Rats!

Fang Hong and the three of them turned a deaf ear, no matter how arrogant Su Yihong was, he didn't dare to stay away from the formation, as long as he couldn't hurt himself, no matter how hard he scolded, they didn't have to care.

Under the strange eyes of the people, the three of them returned to the stage. It's just that he didn't dare to leave without permission, and when he arrived in front of Qi Yuntian, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, and said embarrassedly: "Senior brother, I'm just thinking about the same family, and I'm a little reckless......

Qi Yuntian didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he waved his hand indifferently and said, "The three junior brothers have no fault, let's step aside." ”

He didn't know Fang Hong's temperament, this person was the best at opportunism. Dare to fight for your life at the slightest opportunity.

The last time he fought in the Qiying Land Continent, it was because of this that he was captured by the Sanbo Lake Demon, and he had already made a judgment in his heart, and decided that these three people were not usable people in the future, and he had no time to deal with them at the moment, so he ordered them to retreat aside, so he ignored them.

Qi Yuntian looked around at the disciples under the stage and said loudly, "Which other junior disciple stepped forward." Do you want Su Yihong to fight?"

Everyone hesitated for a while, and Su Yihong's injury was not falling, and everyone present could see it.

They asked themselves if they didn't take advantage of the magic weapon in their arms, unless dozens of people were on the same breath to be sure, that is. Maybe you have to throw away a few lives, maybe there is yourself among them, so where do you dare to talk at will.

After Fang Hong returned to the audience, he pondered the battle of Fang Cai, and felt that he should be bolder. It may not be that there is no chance to kill Su Yihong, and he was feeling annoyed, when he suddenly saw some disciples in the distance suddenly stirring, their expressions were faintly excited, and some people even shouted. I couldn't help but be surprised: "What's going on?"

Then he knew the answer, and saw a shocking rainbow coming across the sky. went straight to Su Yihong in the field.

"It turned out that Zhang Yan arrived. ”

Fang Hong sneered and said in a muffled voice: "Hmph, it won't help me to wait for the three of them to go up, what's the use of him alone?"

Wei Chiyang and Chen Guo both deeply thought that Su Yihong was such a brave person? Although they thought highly of themselves, they also stood side by side, and if they fought alone, they could hardly think of any way to kill this person.

Su Yihong saw a sword light flying. A flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, he squinted, scooped the bow and arrow in his hand, sat on his horse and sank his waist, and once again bent his bow and arrow, and the sharp arrow pointed obliquely at the sky.

His bow and arrow is the "Pingling Bow", which can shoot demon birds and spirit beasts, and the land of a hundred miles is coming in an instant, and the middle one has no way to live, and he will have to break his limbs and bones, and his muscles and bones will be broken. ..., only for a moment, he loosened his fingers, the bowstring trembled in his ears, and a black shadow let out a terrible roar, like a streamer of lightning, and rushed away,

Although the arrow light was sharp, Zhang Yan did not dodge, he was still calm, and as soon as his mind moved, a sword light jumped in front of him, and as soon as he met it in the air, he blocked it with a "bang".

Then he reached out and grabbed it, and actually scooped the arrow in his hand accurately, played with it for a while, pinched the tail of the arrow with both hands, and with a force, "click", it was folded into two pieces and thrown down the cloud.

Su Yihong's eyes shrank, he shouted, shook the hundred and ten magic weapons on the cloud above his head, shook them in the air, raised his hand and pointed at them, these magic weapons flashed out thousands of fireflies, and they all flew towards Zhang Yan in front of him.

Zhang Yan's expression was calm, and as soon as he scooped the magic trick, the water-colored light curtain in front of him flashed, and the more than 100 magic weapons disappeared in an instant.

Su Yihong's eyes froze for a moment, his fists made a gurgling sound, and then a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Okay! ”

Zhang Yan stopped at a place ten feet in front of him, stood with his hands in his hands, and was refreshed, only to see him surrounded by clouds and mist, light smoke, fluttering in his robe, and full of energy.

Su Yihong has also seen Zhang Yan and Xiao Fu on the big competition, Du De has also seen its endless means, knowing that it is a strong opponent, although he has the confidence to win, but he does not dare to be careless, especially the opponent's sword is clever, if he blindly dodges, he is useless in the case of the bow and arrow, but there is no way to scoop it, so he put on the defensive for the first time and does not step forward to attack.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Yan was not polite, snorted, and said, "Su Daoyou, be careful." ”

He stretched out his hand, and the stars jumped into the air, and the sword light flickered, and the rainbow light flew out, divided into ten flying swords to kill.

Su Yihong shook the Moyun stick in his hand, swirled like a dance, and shook out a whining sound, clanging and clanging sounds, blocking all the sword light outside, and after a while, he said impatiently: "Zhang Yan, how can this thing hurt ......"

Before he finished speaking, a sword light suddenly split out from the flying blue light, but it was faster than the previous flying sword.

This time it came down very suddenly, and the distance was very close, Su Yihong couldn't help but be surprised, he had to turn his head, and the sword grubbed past his ear, only to feel a hot piece on his cheek, and when he reached out and touched it, he was taken away from half of his ear.

He licked the hot blood that flowed to the corners of his mouth, and when Xuan Gong turned, the half of his ear grew out again, although he was not afraid of flying sword slashing, but if he was killed, it was also painful, and he had always been able to block it, Zhang Yan let him see blood as soon as he came up, and he felt humiliated, and he immediately killed his chest.

Zhang Yan smiled slightly, turned the exercises, and showed the big Xuanhuang hand from the top, stretched out his five fingers, and scooped it down.

Su Yihong shouted, stretched out the stick, and hit the big yellow hand with his hand, and with the sound of the shock, the big hand dispersed in response to the sound and exploded into a cloud of yellow mist.

He jumped into the air, reached the top of Zhang Yan's head, and roared, and in an instant, the wind and clouds swept around, stirring like a tide, and scraping his clothes to hunt, as if there was an infinite force that wrapped Zhang Yan in a cyclone, making it difficult for him to escape.

Su Yihong's eyes burst with essence, pinched the tail of the stick with both hands, plucked up all his strength, first raised it high, then roared, and hit it down.

Zhang Yan stood in the cyclone, his clothes flying, and a fine light suddenly released from the treasure clothes, stretched out a few feet, and protected him.

Su Yihong's neck and muscles burst out, hehe roared, and the sky was rumbling, and the cloud stick in his hand fell straight down like a mountain.

There was a bang in the air, and he hit the essence of the light with a stick, and it sank into a piece, and he showed his joy, but the Moyun stick reached the forehead of Zhang Yan, and he only heard a "bang", and the sparks burst out. ..., Su Yihong looked at it intently, and he didn't feel a palpitation in his heart, but he saw Zhang Yan standing there without moving, as if he didn't realize it.

He came down with this stick, thinking to himself that as long as Zhang Yan was beaten, he would either die or be disabled, but he did not lose any damage to the other party, so he couldn't help but be stunned and doubtful in his heart.

Zhang Yan let out a loud sigh and said, "Come and don't be rude, Su Daoyou will also come to try the poor way." ”

He pinched up the spell, only to hear the sound of the tide, and from behind him, a water-colored light flew up, and in an instant, the wind and clouds swept over.

Su Yihong knew that this was the Taoist technique that Zhang Yan used on the big competition that day, he didn't know the details, and he didn't want to be able to make a hard connection, so he hurriedly used his magic power to shrink the earth, wanting to get out of the battle circle.

The two of them were now so close that he didn't have time to run out before he took a step, and he felt as if he had stepped into a raging torrent, and the tide rushed back and forth, shaking him so that he could barely stand.

Zhang Yan saw that he had limited the ability of his god to deflation, his eyes flashed, he waved the sleeves of his robe, and only heard a loud noise, like countless rolling wood and stones, and a thick and condensed yellow mang rushed in the air, spreading out a hundred zhang, crossing the blue sky, covering the top of the sun, covering the ground.

Su Yihong saw that the yellow light in the sky was falling into the sky, like a mountain overhanging, the peak was about to collapse, and before he came down, he was suffocated in breath, his chest was tight, and he was short of breath.

As soon as the two collided, he heard a sudden earth-shattering noise in the sky, Su Yihong only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a bloody breath poured into his mouth, the tiger's mouth cracked, his arms were broken, and he staggered back involuntarily.

Zhang Yan stood at the head of the clouds, and sneered, this earthly true light has the weight of a mountain, thanks to this Su Yihong's cultivation is strength, if it is an ordinary monk, if he dares to connect hard, he has already been pressed into powder, he urged the magic trick again, then the yellow light lifted dozens of zhang, opened the airflow, and then put the restraint and pressed down again.

Su Yihong was entangled by the true light of the water line, and he couldn't get out, so he had no choice but to hurriedly run the Xuan Gong, recover the injury slightly, and also raised the Moyun stick in his hand, his eyes were red, and he fought again, resisting the yellow mang, only to feel that his eyes were dark, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't scoop up the magic weapon in his hand.

Zhang Yan shook his sleeves and said, "Su Yihong, let's see how many times you can support!"

He divided the true light of the earth line, and in an instant, it was divided into dozens of paths, arranged up and down, fell one after another, and smashed down in turn.

For a while, this one was like rammed earth piling, booming and banging, and dozens of hits in a row, Su Yihong

vomited blood again and again, and finally couldn't support it, and the Moyun stick in his hand flew away.

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed, and the true light of the water line rolled, and in a flash, Su Yihong disappeared.

More than 1,000 disciples in the field saw that he had cleaned up Su Yihong so easily, and they were all stunned, as if in a dream, Senior Brother Fang Hong was also stunned and couldn't make a sound.

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