Luo Yanhong was first amazed in her heart, and then secretly complained to herself. Because the opponent is not only superior in strength, but also has a strong divine sense, otherwise he will not fail in all his sneak attacks again and again.

Although the illusion technique used by Luo Yanhong was exquisite and extremely threatening to monks of the same level, it was extremely costly to use, so she quickly felt exhausted. After a while, Luo Yanhong had to show her figure, retreated quickly, and stood far away opposite Fengfan.

Judging from the fluctuations of the True Yuan and the movement speed of the body, Feng Fan could see that the opponent had reached the end of the crossbow because of the huge consumption of the True Yuan. Feng Fan calmly accepted the spear, and then sacrificed the long sword spirit rune, preparing to defeat the opponent with his true yuan and the power of sealing the true yuan in the spirit rune.

As the spirit rune gradually shone brighter, feeling the powerful aura emanating from the spirit rune in Feng Fan's hand, Luo Yanhong's face became even more ugly. No longer hesitating, Luo Yanhong waved the red silk in her right hand, and as the true yuan in Luo Yanhong's body swarmed in, the magic weapon suddenly burst out with dazzling red light.

The spirit rune had already turned into a long sword, Feng Fan's right hand was raised, and the long sword flew towards Luo Yanhong with a flash. Luo Yanhong waved her right hand, and the red silk flew out. The two objects collided, the red clouds rolled, and the breath was mighty.

The attack power formed by the true element of Fengfan's body and the true element that was unsealed in the spirit rune was no longer something that Luo Yanhong at the end of his anger could resist. The red silk festival is defeated and retreated, and the long sword is like a broken bamboo, with great momentum like a rainbow and the spirit of killing with one blow.

Luo Yanhong's body retreated again and again, and finally blocked the attack of the long sword's advance, but blood spurted out from Luo Yanhong's cherry lips.

When the victory was decided, Feng Fan suddenly thought that his opponent would have a fifty percent chance to play against Duan Yunshang in tomorrow's competition, his face flashed coldly, and his body moved forward rapidly. With the formation of Feng Fan's left technique, several blue flames flew towards Luo Yanhong.

Luo Yanhong had already been restrained by the long sword, and at the same time, she was moving slowly because of her injuries and damage to the True Yuan, so the Flying Fire Technique formed by Feng Fan True Yuan was successful in one blow. In order to inflict heavy damage on his opponent, Feng Fan used all his strength for this blow.

Luo Yanhong flew out of the stone platform like a kite with a broken string under the impact of a huge force from a primary-level monk in the early stage of foundation building, and the blood mist sprayed in the void, and the fishy smell was permeated. After landing on the ground, Luo Yanhong spurted blood from her mouth again, fell to the ground, and fainted.

Several monks of the Phantom Blood Sect immediately rushed out, took a look, and saw that Luo Yanhong was not dead, so they carried her away.

After receiving the long sword spirit rune, Feng Fan still looked calm, waiting for the announcement of the results of the competition.

"The Flying Heaven Sect is victorious over the Phantom Blood Sect Luo Yanhong. As Lei Wanxi's majestic voice came out, the Flying Heaven Sect monks were boiling.

A rare smile appeared on the face of Phantom Yue Zhenren, but Lin Shengtong's expression was gloomy. Feng Fan once again defeated his opponent with his superb strength, making all the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect awe-inspired.

This character, who rarely shows up, was able to exert such a strong force and defeat the elite monks of the Demon Gate one after another. Not only for this faction, but also for the righteous path to win an infinite halo!

In one of the huts stood a middle-aged monk and a young man, both embroidered with unicorn marks on their sleeves, the two of them were the Thunder Sect Long Yuyang and the sect leader Lianchen Zhenjun.

Long Yuyang's face was a little ugly, and there was still some dust and sweat stains on it. Long Yuyang's always arrogant expression seemed to have been restrained, as if he had just experienced a huge change.

"Yuyang, although today's battle was very difficult, you still lived up to the expectations of my Thunder Sect and defeated the opponent. From the mouth of the True Monarch of Refining Dust came a slightly old voice.

"If it weren't for the ghost spirit in the ghost spirit flag, the female cultivator surnamed Duan of the Flying Heaven Sect would have been solved a long time ago!" Long Yuyang's face was a little gloomy, and gloomy words came out of his mouth.

"The purpose of hiding the ghost spirit flag is to obtain unexpected miracles in the final competition, if you use this superb magic weapon in advance, you will definitely make the monks behind you fully prepared, and then the gains outweigh the losses. Refining Dust Zhenjun smiled faintly.

"It's not a battle of life and death, that female cultivator surnamed Duan actually fought to the death, I really don't know what reward those monks of the Flying Heaven Sect will get if they win the competition! Although it was severely damaged in the end, my True Yuan and Divine Sense were also consumed enormously, and I suffered slight internal injuries!" Long Yuyang stomped his foot and shouted.

"Although there is no high-level elixir in this seat to replenish divine consciousness and healing, the true yuan divine consciousness you consume can be replenished by the ghost spirit. In addition, you don't have to be upset that minor internal injuries you have suffered can be healed by the spirits. Refining Dust Zhenjun said with a smile.

"In today's battle, Luo Yanhong of the Phantom Blood Sect was defeated by Feng Fan, and I heard that she has completely lost the ability to continue the competition. It seems that if there is no accident, the third place in this competition should be a female cultivator surnamed Duan of the Feitian Sect. Your opponent tomorrow will be the Flying Sect's Fengfan, and you must be very cautious. Listening to Lin Shengtong, this person is extremely strong and extremely calm, this person will be your fierce opponent. Refining Dust True Monarch groaned for a moment, the corners of his mouth were cold, and he said with a solemn expression.

"I don't believe that this kid has three heads and six arms, and as soon as the ghost spirit banner comes out tomorrow, even if it can't be defeated immediately, it will exhaust its true element. At that time, hehe......" Long Yuyang raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and roared, and in the end, Long Yuyang let out a smug smile.

"Don't get carried away, don't underestimate your opponent, Lin Shengtong has always been arrogant, and his words must be true. Moreover, although there are five ghost spirits hidden in the ghost spirit flag, after continuous tests recently, your true yuan divine consciousness has consumed a huge amount of money, and you have suffered slight internal injuries. Later, after replenishing the True Yuan Divine Sense and healing from the Demon Spirit Banner of the Demon Spirit Banner, the strength of the Demon Spirit will be reduced, so be careful in tomorrow's battle. And listening to Lin Shengtong, the strongest strength that Feng Fan can exert seems to be comparable to that of a monk at the initial level in the early stage of foundation building, after all, Luo Yanhong's strength is very clear to you, and she was seriously injured in the competition with Feng Fan, and she lost the ability to continue the competition. There was a little coldness in the eyes of the Refining Dust True Monarch, and the deep words lingered in Long Yuyang's ears.

"The disciples respect the teachings of the master. The corners of Long Yuyang's mouth twitched, and he said in a deep voice.

"I could have used the crystal jade to replenish the true element, but because your divine consciousness consumption is large, and you have suffered a slight internal injury, this seat will use the ghost spirit to replenish and heal your injuries together. Refining Dust True Monarch said with a somewhat soothing expression.

Long Yuyang nodded slightly, and then slowly sat on the ground. The Refining Dust True Monarch waved his hands, and as the magic technique changed, several prohibitions were set around the room.

The True Monarch of Refining Dust patted the storage bag, and a small banner flew out of it, which was the ghost spirit flag. The ghost spirit banner expanded rapidly, and a fierce aura surged out. The Ghost Banner expanded to a few feet square and then did not continue to expand, except for a black skull mark in the middle, the entire Ghost Banner was pale cyan.