The red light and fire shadow are like snakes, pouring out one after another, the angle and direction of each shot are different, each shot is murderous and awe-inspiring, and the cold glow blooms, but seeing the shadow of the blazing gun, it is difficult to judge which shot is the real fatal blow.

There is no extra time for people to patiently analyze and judge, and with just one misjudgment, they will inevitably be pierced by the endless flames of fire.

Murong Qingshui naturally wouldn't be able to distinguish between the true and the false of these spears, because every flame spear could take your life. Fiction is reality, and reality will become virtual in an instant. Therefore, she was not confused by the shadow of the gun at all, her heart was as calm as water, empty, her mind was clear, and it was naturally difficult to hide.

In the next moment, a sword light slashed out into the air, and dozens of changes were also born, unmistakably sweeping away all the flame spears. The trajectory of the opponent's spear is clearly presented in her spiritual consciousness, the Jedi counterattacked, and a sword slashed out, like a thunderclap, fast to the extreme, through the opponent's heavy flame gun shadow, a sword like a purple star flew to stab the opponent's door.

Before the sword arrived, the sword qi revealed the tip of the sword and approached the opponent's eyebrows, and Bai Liufeng only felt a faint tingling sensation on his scalp.

The flame spear retracted, and the blazing flames in the sky gathered violently, forming a blazing flame shield in front of Bai Liufeng's body, and the shield shrouded in burning looked thick and heavy, covered with flame patterns.

A sword purple star burst out, and it was counterbalanced by the Huo Yuan Shield and flew away, and it was difficult to make an inch.

Murong Qingshui once again slashed like lightning, arc obliquely, cross-cutting, and the flame shield was twisted in a burst, revealing a line of gaps, and a little purple star pointed directly at the opponent's head.

"Damn!" Bai Liufeng shouted angrily, from his fierce attack to being forced to sacrifice the "Huo Yuan Shield" to protect himself, the reversal of the situation here is only between breaths, Fei Dan does not even have a chance to fight back, and he must worry about his heart to prevent the other party's attack, which can be described as extremely aggrieved, what a shame and contempt for him, the strong can be killed but not humiliated. The potential power burst out, and his body was slightly sideways, enduring the pain of being pierced through the shoulder by a sword again, and the flame musket in his hand went straight to the throat of the opponent.

The Jedi counterattacked, unstoppable. Once locked by the momentum of the peak powerhouse of the Life and Death Realm, it is usually difficult to get rid of it easily, and Murong Qingshui is no exception, the flame spear blocks all the dodge directions and angles, even if you use the "Cloud Step" technique, it is difficult to get rid of the range of the opponent's gun.

Poof! The flame spear was endlessly sharp, piercing the opponent's throat as it wished. However, Bai Liufeng's expression was not a little happy, but revealed a look of surprise.

Although this shot is fierce and domineering, it will not be so easy to succeed, and the ups and downs of the two sides have been fighting until this time, and they have a rough idea of how many catties and taels each other have.

Sure enough, there was no sense of strength on the edge of his spear, as if it was a cloud of empty air piercing through it, and he soon realized that it was just an afterimage of the other party.

The other party's figure was obviously locked by his own flame spear, and he could even conjure up an afterimage, under the shroud of the flame spear, where did the real body go?

In an instant, a purple light suddenly exploded in the flame gun, turning into thousands of purple stars flashing and killing, each purple star was filled with a murderous aura, everywhere it went, the flames were extinguished, and the space of the gun was distorted, and then it collapsed and collapsed.

With a roar, Bai Liufeng's figure suddenly burst into the air, and a blood-colored spear pierced the sky, and the air seemed to be ignited in an instant, blinded by a blazing red light.

Murong Qingshui's long sword flew, and a little purple star burst out at the same time, leaving a purple line of light in the air.

The strong blows of the two sides were like two flying meteors suddenly colliding, and they exploded with an earth-shattering explosion. The shattered air filled the air, pounding heavily on everyone's eardrums, making a buzzing and trembling sound.

Bai Liufeng seemed to have expected that this shot would be blocked by the other party, and his wrist trembled with a shake, and dozens of flame gun shadows were stabbed out in an instant, and the gun did not leave the opponent's death hole, endless edge, strangulation, tearing everything.

In an instant, Murong Qingshui's delicate figure fell apart visibly under the opponent's fierce spear attack.

Flowing

A happy smile finally appeared on his face, because this time he felt that his hand was really strangling the real thing, and the resistance of the piercing and the heavy strangulation feeling were all proving the authenticity of all this.

Soon, the results emerged, and a fluttering figure in white gradually appeared in front of him, still unscathed. Murong Qingshui's phantom afterimage is also virtual and real, both virtual and real, and as far as it can be, each phantom afterimage will also send out a fierce attack, as if it is no different from the real body.

When Bai Liufeng's heart was slightly frightened, Murong Qingshui's sword momentum had already arrived, and a purple electric sword light broke through the shadow of the gun, and it had already shot towards his face, and the trace of purple lightning murderous aura made his skin cold and stinging.

Each sword floated lightly, and it struck the vital point of the whole body in a strange way, forcing Bai Liufeng to withdraw his gun in a panic to save himself. The offensive and defensive momentum between each other was reversed in an instant, and a sense of grievance in the quagmire was like vomiting blood.

For a while, the sky was full of purple electric sword qi, one attacked quickly, the other retreated quickly, the guns and swords kept colliding, and there was an extremely harsh explosion, causing the air to ripple like water waves.

Fast to fast, every time he hit, Bai Liufeng would feel a strong backlash, wisps of purple electric energy through the body of the gun from the palm of his hand, arm, a burst of numbness and pain made his hand holding the gun tremble, and the spear in his hand almost came out of his hand.

I was shocked, my vest was already soaked, and at this time, I couldn't even hand out a shot except for trying my best to block, and I would definitely lose if I continued like this. Bailiu Feng's heart was horizontal, his body jumped up suddenly, his feet stepped in the air again and again, rising ten meters high, and the flame spear crossed a blood-red arc in the air, pouring all the remaining Yuan Force into the gun, killing a shot.

A beam of red light seemed to burst out from the depths of the clouds, leaving a glittering blood-colored scratch......

The galloping blood-colored streamer, raging and furious, and the intense murderous aura surging, made the scalp tingle and the hairs stood on end. A touch of solemnity flashed in Murong Qingshui's eyes, and he restrained his indifferent posture, and slowly drew a sword, as if pulling the weight of a thousand catties, and drew an arc of purple electric light extremely slowly.

The raging blood-colored streamer advanced rapidly, trying to destroy everything and penetrate everything, but it was suddenly entangled by a swirling cloud of purple electric energy, and the heavy obstacle made it difficult to make any further progress.

The blood-colored streamer kept spitting and trembling in the soft purple electric energy, and then burst open, making a deafening explosion like the sky and the earth cracking.

Bai Liufeng's desperate shot collapsed, spurting out a stream of blood in the middle of the air, his mind was discharged, and he fell sharply, and his body fell to the ground and kicked unstoppable...... retreated dozens of steps, and finally couldn't help but stumble and sit on the ground. Just as he was trying his best to support himself, his eyes were suddenly soaked with a purple light, and then he suddenly felt a chill in his throat. A sword, two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, the cold tip of the sword trembled against the throat, and with a little force, it was bound to splash blood three feet.

"I'm losing!" The voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out of his throat, Bai Liufeng wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and supported the half-kneeling figure with a gun, and his handsome face showed a heroic and sad look.

Murong returned the sword to the sheath, his face was sad or joyless, and he was cold; "You are very good, there should be few opponents in the same rank." I'm just an exception, you didn't lose unjustly. The voice was cold, but it was telling the truth, and he didn't care whether the other party understood it or not, so he turned around and left.

Although he was defeated and lost to a lonely and nameless woman, the momentum of the strong man on his body, as well as the well-defined face, made people dare not despise it, especially the pair of black jewel-like star eyes, where the gaze was directed, no one dared to look at him.

"You seem to be more defeated than me!" Yan Chihuo jumped onto the battle platform, and quickly stepped forward to help Bai Liufeng up, but he stubbornly pushed him away, gritted his teeth, and struggled to prop up his half-kneeling body, a cold sweat oozed from his eyebrows.

"In the end, I still underestimate women, otherwise...... Bai Liufeng was unwilling, and sighed in a fluctuating tone.

"I'm already merciful! I don't mind if you fight again after you recover!" a playful voice floated from afar, not giving him any face.

Hearing this, Bai Liufeng's face turned red for a while, looking at Murong Qingshui's back, biting his lip tightly, of course he knew that if he did it again, it might still be this result. In the end, with the support of Yan Chihuo, he walked off the stage with difficulty under the gaze of countless eyes. The whole process was quiet, no one dared to make a loud mockery or ridicule, and the injured tiger and wolf could not be provoked.

However, it does not affect these people's admiration for the challenged Lu Suifeng and the three, after all, not everyone has the courage to try this kind of thing, let alone win the battle.

Murong Qingshui also did not go up to the ninth floor to take the position of the loser, but walked directly to Lu Suifeng on the eighth floor and sat down, without forgetting to wave to Ziyan and Qingfeng on the second floor.

"When can I bring my companions up above the eighth floor?"

Who knows, as soon as the two of them got up and prepared to go upstairs, there was a cold voice from the ninth floor.

"The rules of the tea ceremony, I just looked at it, and it is not clearly stated, maybe not before, but it does not mean that it is not allowed. Isn't it?" Lu Suifeng said indifferently, with a bit of stitch and sewing relative taste, the other party was deliberately targeting himself and others, so what else is polite? Everything is determined by strength!