Regardless of the splash of blood, a little cold star in front of him is never leaving, and it is like a shadow chasing after it, and after a slight pause, it is bound to come out of the body in an instant.

The remnant image was as real as the main body, and the long sword in his hand trembled, and the blade of the sword burst out with several rays of essence. Yan Wushuang suddenly felt a cool breeze passing through his chest, and it was cold, and when he glanced at it, the robe on his chest was torn, and the seven or eight criss-crossing sword marks were all flesh and blood, which was shocking. If the sword blade advances a few more points, I am afraid that even my heart will jump out.

In a fit of rage, he didn't care about the blood, and with a flip of his wrist, the blood-colored spear blade quickly picked up, carrying a spiral, and almost in the blink of an eye, a blood-colored brilliance in the shape of a waning moon pierced through the body of the remnant again.

But he forgot that the other party was just an afterimage, and at the same time that the broken body was scattered and gathered, his wrist flicked, the sword blade trembled slightly, and a little cold star burst into flames, as fast as a flowing light, and the air seemed to be still, only a little cold light bloomed in front of him......

At the same time, another afterimage conjured up by Lu Suifeng had also faced another sword-wielding person, Yan Chihuo. The crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand burst out into the sky, and the blazing sword qi slashed down domineeringly.

The Red Flame Sword was filled with a fierce sword intent murderous aura, and on the way, it seemed to ignite the air flow of the void, but it was blocked by a purple half-moon-shaped sword light, and the sonorous impact, the flame red light flew up obliquely, like a flowing fire out of control.

The red light from Yan Chihuo's body became more and more prosperous, and he stepped out without pause, stretched out his shoulders and arms, and the flame knife in his hand swirled and slashed, instantly bursting out hundreds of flame swords, as fast as lightning and thunder, each sword was blazing like fire, and the sparks flew out, and they burned quickly when they touched the body, as if they really wanted to burn the other party into dry bones, and they shot extremely fiercely.

The next moment, Yan Chihuo was shocked that the other party's sword momentum contained the artistic conception of wind, and he could also integrate into the sword momentum as he wanted. What he comprehends is the artistic conception of fire, and he naturally knows the principle of fire borrowing from the wind.

The other party's sword was like the wind, and the sword qi did not hurt his skin. The knife in his hand no longer hesitated, and with a twist and turn, a beam of crimson sword rays was as hot as fire, instantly rolling towards the cyan sword qi like the wind.

It can be said that the fire borrows the wind momentum, the wind helps the fire, and the sword flame is even stronger, what kind of domineering move is this? It can actually turn the opponent's fierce offensive into its own, and a blazing flame knife reverses and flows backwards.

The afterimage of Lu Suifeng, the long sword in his hand trembled, and a snow-like cloud seemed to be born out of nothingness, cutting into the air and quickly cutting into the fire-like sword. Suddenly, there was a spectacular scene of flames burning clouds and snow clouds wrapped in fire.

The fire clouds rolled and rolled, and the sonorous sound of swords hitting was constantly heard, and flames and purple stars splashed and bloomed in the sky. The flowing clouds gradually swallowed up the blazing flames, and the entire teahouse became red and translucent, and the eyes were filled with blood clouds.

In a moment, the flames of the blazing sword gradually faded, and then suddenly cracked, leaving only a blood-colored cloud that was still rapidly spinning and flashing forward.

The clouds of fire were like blood, and the air around them seemed to ignite everywhere they passed, making it unbearably hot. The fire clouds swirled and flew, pointing directly at the initiator, clearly in the way of others, and giving back to the other!

Retreat and retreat! Yan Chihuo had a bitter face at the moment, extremely depressed, thinking that his brilliant counterattack would definitely hit the opponent by surprise, but he didn't expect to be repaid by the other party in his own way.

The fire cloud is like a blade, the murderous aura is surging, and if you touch it at the slightest touch, you will either die or be injured. No matter how Yan Chihuo dodged and dodged, Zheng Zheng's murderous aura followed him like a shadow, chasing after him, making people's hair stand on end and his heart was terrifying.

Immediately without a way to dodge, Yan Chihuo simply stopped dodging, took a deep breath, and the crescent scimitar suddenly slashed out diagonally in the air, and the flame knife light flew and slashed towards the fire cloud, with a bang, giving people a spectacular scene of volcanic cracking.

Bang!

The blood-colored cloud of fire was slashed apart by the sound of a furious sword, and two colors appeared in the air, one like snow crystal and the other like blood and fire. Compete with each other, entangle and collide, and do not give in to each other.

Reversing the predicament with one sword, Yan Chihuo then slashed back and forth, following the trajectory of the previous slash with a series of 100 swords, the flames soared into the sky, pushing the momentum of the volcanic collapse to the peak.

Yan Chihuo didn't realize that he was fighting with a remnant image, everything was too real to be real, but he felt that the other party's breath suddenly became a little blurry, vain, and faint, dazzling and difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality.

In the next second, he saw a figure suddenly appear strangely in front of him, and when Yan Chihuo was startled, a cyan blazing arc of light had pierced him.

This sword came too quickly, too suddenly, without any warning, how could a person ten meters away suddenly kill in front of him? Yan Chihuo didn't have time to think about it, and suddenly subconsciously swung his sword and slashed towards the flying sword light, unexpectedly, the cyan sword light paused slightly, the sword body trembled, and seven piercing cyan sword shadows turned out in the twilight, each cyan sword shadow was real, murderous, and endless.

Stunned, Yan Chihuo swung a knife, but for a moment he didn't know how to block the sharp sword shadow in it? Could it be that he had to turn into seven swords in one fell slash like the other party, and he asked himself that he couldn't do it at the moment, let alone make a knife in a hurry.

The sword came strangely and floated, turning into seven stars with a sword, pointing directly at the fatal parts of the opponent's body. I can't stop it, and in a panic, I made an incredible move, unblocked, not dodging, because all this seems meaningless, and I still can't avoid the misfortune of a sword.

Yan Chihuo's body was covered in red light, his momentum was surging, and his whole body emitted a blazing flame streamer. The temperature of the surrounding space seems to be rising dramatically. The high temperature of the flames was steaming, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, and the spectators who were close to the outside of the battle platform felt that the water on their bodies was rapidly evaporating, making people feel a dry mouth.

In the next moment, the two figures started almost at the same time, like two flying meteors, rushing at each other, like two fast-moving objects approaching at extreme speed, and the powerful running aura squeezed the air in the middle, constantly bursting out with a roar of explosion, making the surrounding space can't help but twist.

Yan Chihuo in the midst of the rapid running, on the way, the crescent scimitar in his hand glowed with red brilliance, exuding a blazing and scorching aura, and the bloody knife was full of flames;

As soon as this life-fighting sword came out, it seemed to push a burst of volcanic flames to the peak realm, and the sky-high fire shadow was like a bloody sword, burning everything and cutting everything.

A blue light seemed to tear through the sky, like a shocking lightning towards the flame of the sword, between breaths, the sword light, the sword slashed a hundred times, in the sharp impact sound, the frequency of the sword whirling dance became faster and faster, and it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye, and the sparks and silver stars in the sky were like fireworks splashing.

The cold blue light and the flame streamers in the sky collided in the air, and the fierce murderous aura of the two sides set off a storm of energy, the sword shadow was like electricity, and the sword was like blood, and the naked eye couldn't see the location of the figures on both sides at all.

Boom! There was an earth-shattering roar, and the blue light flames were entwined in one place, rolling and steaming.

The whole teahouse was trembling, and the two figures gradually appeared, the afterimage of Lu Suifeng's illusion, there were a few traces of the flames on his body, and then he looked at the Yan Chihuo was covered in blood, the robe on his body was torn dozens of openings, and blood continued to overflow from various wounds, and there were a few strands of hair flying in the air......

Yan Chihuo knelt on one knee, holding the knife in both hands and supporting the ground, blood was still spilling out of his mouth, and his organs seemed to be extremely shocked.

"I'm defeated!" Feeling the murderous aura from the opponent's sword blade, Yan Chihuo raised his defeated face and screamed with blood......

At the same time, Lu Suifeng's true body was attacked and killed by two figures at the same time, a majestic and heavy fist fell like a meteorite, and a long spear with a dark body shot out with dark red flames.

The person who attacked with his punch was Leng Qianji, and with one punch, he swept the wind and clouds, splitting the mountains and breaking the mountains. The attacker holding the spear was Bai Liufeng, the spear drew a blood-red line in the air, and before the gun arrived, a spiral flame had broken away from the spear edge and shot straight towards Lu Suifeng's back.

Unscrupulous joint attack on the attack! Lu Suifeng defeated Feng Susu, and there was no killing intention, but he was just making a gesture to force the other party to surrender and admit defeat. was mistaken for wanting to kill Feng Susu, and only then was he attacked by the demons of the Holy Mountain recently, which can be said to be home.

Lu Suifeng didn't even have time to explain out loud, and it was difficult to explain. The corners of his mouth twitched coldly, and without even looking back, he suddenly stretched out his left palm, and grabbed the spiral flame that shot out in the air.

As everyone knows, the dark red tip of the spear trembled slightly in the air, and suddenly turned into three red spears, one shot was more violent than the other, and the three flames seemed to be burning like meteors, and Lu Suifeng, who was rushing rapidly, had to deal with it with all his might, unable to take into account Leng Qianji's fist attack, and the joint attack of the two was very tacit.

Lu Suifeng did not make the other party happy, one hand conjured up a cyan palm shadow that flew vertically and horizontally, dissolving the mountain-like fist momentum from the bombardment of Leng Qianji, and the whole person was also shocked and flew back, and the Nebula Sword in his hand choked out of its sheath at the same time;

As soon as the sword came out, the surrounding world seemed to be integrated into the sword momentum of this sword, with the artistic conception of "ethereal", breaking through the world's moves. The air in front of him shook, and the flame spear instantly reversed, making it difficult to move an inch

In the midst of the explosion of light and flames, Bai Liufeng, who was in a backward firing attitude, actually trembled and trembled in the void, conjuring up a ball of flames, and rushed away with the momentum of the heavens that could not be returned;

This shot came too suddenly, unbelievable, I didn't expect this Bailiu to be able to unexpectedly send out this domineering and shocking shot in a backward shooting posture, and he was really not an idle person.