The mountains behind the Red Shirt Peak were so peaceful with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers that it was impossible to tell that a battle had taken place. Only the purple clouds witnessed the death of the old man in red.
There may also be traces of blood on the ground where the old man in red clothes fell, and signs of rain.
The silent scene was soon broken, as a red shadow fell from somewhere in the back mountain, followed a short while later by another red shadow.
Soon, two red shadows fell in front of the Colorful Palace. The person who arrived first was a young man, with a gentle face, but obviously a little tired. Followed closely by was a woman, with an angry look on her face, and she held a fist tightly.
sickle.
The two were obviously playing a chasing game. The young man fell to the ground and backed away, helplessly saying: "Junior sister, what do you mean by this? Why are you and I in the same sect so hard at each other?"
The woman shouted sweetly: "Hongyuan, my Tianyuan Sect owes everything to your brothers and sisters for what it is today. Please give me my father's life back."
As she spoke, the woman waved her sickle, red light flashed, crystal lights danced, and she slashed at the red kite.
Hong Yuan sneered and said in a low voice: "Junior sister, I don't think I'm so devoted to you, but you actually kill them all."
As he spoke, Hong Yuan moved with the wind, avoiding the attack, but it did not go so smoothly. Hong Yuan looked pale, pinched the knife in his hand, and said to himself with a gloomy face: "If I hadn't been tricked by that old guy,
How can I let you be afraid of a loser like you? If you let me escape, I will kill you in the future, Hong Ling, Su Fan..."
Although Hong Yuan was dissatisfied, she only had the chance to dodge and was unable to harm Hong Ling at all, not even having the chance to attack.
Caught off guard, the lightning-like sword light struck swiftly and fiercely. Hong Yuan was unable to dodge and was hit on the left shoulder by the sword light. Blood immediately flew everywhere and one arm fell to the side.
Seeing Hong Yuan fall to the ground, Hong Ling secretly wanted to take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He suddenly landed in front of Hong Yuan, raised his sickle high, and slashed at Hong Yuan's chest.
Hong Yuan sneered secretly, turned one finger, and suddenly the red shadow flashed, and the whole person disappeared, during which a red mist enveloped Hong Ling.
Hong Ling obviously did not expect that Hong Yuan could deliver such a blow after being seriously injured. He exclaimed and quickly retreated, but it was already too late.
The red mist fills the entire Red Spirit, and it can be seen that the struggling Red Spirit inside seems to have entered the sea of fire, being forged by the flames.
But Hong Yuan's job is obviously not as simple as forging, it's obvious that he wants to kill people.
Hong Yuan dragged the severed arm that was still spurting blood and sneered: "How can you resist the cultivation of the late Jin Dan? In the past, these red-type techniques were only used by others, but today I want you to try them too.
one time."
Hong Ling's whole body was trembling, and it was obvious that he was in pain. His ferocious face looked very scary, but he could not utter a moan.
Hong Yuan laughed and watched Hong Ling's decline bit by bit, and her youthful beauty was about to pass away. There was no trace of regret, only this infinite hatred.
While the two were fighting, they didn't see that the door of the Colorful Palace opened at some point, and the dark door appeared with a red light.
The door then closed, the red light disappeared, and a man appeared. The man's clothes were disheveled, and he had a bow and arrow stuck in his chest. The bow and arrow were not ordinary bows, otherwise they would not be able to shoot into the body of the old man in red.
The old man in red who died before was resurrected for some reason, and his cultivation seemed to be even closer.
He looked at the laughing Red Kite and immediately showed disgust. He shook his sleeves and the powerful red mist rushed over.
The laughing Red Kite was hit by the flying red mist, and flew backwards immediately. It looked like it was seriously injured, and at least its cultivation level would have dropped by a level.
As the red mist blew past, all the red mist on Hong Ling's body disappeared, and all the injuries he suffered were healed.
Hong Yuan stared blankly at the old man in red who had died and reappeared, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
Hong Ling was no less shocked than Hong Yuan. She quickly flew to the old man in red and shouted: "Dad, is it you? Are you not dead?"
The old man in red said coldly: "That thing can't hurt me yet."
I don’t know if that thing is talking about Hong Lan, or the bow and arrow in Hong Lan’s hand.
Although the expression on his face was very cold, it could be seen that he was very angry and a bit vicious.
Hong Ling unconsciously glanced at Hong Yuan who fell on the ground and was at a loss.
The old man in red shouted: "Don't kill him yet."
Hong Ling moved slightly and didn't want to come forward. Although she didn't like Hong Yuan, Hong Yuan had feelings for her. She could see that if he hadn't been anxious just now, he wouldn't have killed her.
The old man in red was obviously displeased and scolded: "Go and kill him quickly. Neither he nor his sister are good people."
Mentioning Honglan, Hongyuan's eyes were gloomy and she whispered: "My brother and sister have lived and died for you, and you did this to me today."
The old man in red sneered: "You two are the tools I use. Now that Hong Lan has been turned into a puppet by my junior brother, you don't want to live anymore."
As he said that, the old man in red glared at Hong Ling, who trembled and could no longer resist the pressure of the old man in red.
She held the sickle tightly in her hand, and it turned into a streak of red lightning. The sickle was like a sword and passed through the chest of Hong Yuan who fell to the ground.
The red kite did not utter a cry, but was penetrated through the heart and lungs, and died there.
Hong Ling seemed to be powerless. The sickle he held tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he fell to the ground, staring blankly at Hong Yuan, whose eyes were still open.
The old man in red suddenly laughed and shouted: "Junior brother, you and I are evenly matched today."
Then, the old man in red looked at the red spirit and sneered: "How does it feel to kill your own brother with your own hands?"
Hong Ling suddenly raised his head, tears streaking down his cheeks. It was his brother who died, so who was he?
Hong Ling's eyes were colorless and he whispered: "Dad, what's going on."
The old man in red laughed and said: "Dad? Honglan is my daughter. You and Hongyuan were brought back from somewhere by my junior brother in purple."
Then the old man in red said: "But I guess you two may be his illegitimate children."
Hong Ling's whole body seemed to have collapsed. He was completely confused and didn't know what to do.
The old man in red said softly: "Okay, now that you've figured it out, go and die now. It's very painful for you to live now anyway, so it's better to die."
The giant palm then rose up and was about to grab Hong Ling. Hong Ling did not resist and allowed the big red hand to approach him.
When this palm fell, she felt no pain at all. Although the pain had just come, it was enough to break her heart.
She finally understood why her father had been so cold to her since she was a child.
The old man in purple?
Is this all retribution?
Hong Ling slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the devil to swallow her last breath of life.
Suddenly, a purple shadow came quietly and snatched away the red spirit under the giant palm.
The originally leisurely face of the old man in red suddenly became extremely ugly, and he shouted angrily: "Su Fan, you die too."
The speed of the giant palm increased and it quickly hit Ziying.
Ziying's body is agile and he can always dodge safely before he is about to be hit.