Chapter 108: The Illusory Flagon Comes with the Unkind Rain
The purple shadow flutters and the red shadow pursues. Although the purple shadow is not in danger yet, the red shadow clearly has the advantage.
Hong Ying was obviously playing with Zi Ying and did not want to kill Zi Ying soon.
The purple shadow also noticed this situation and stopped suddenly. The red shadow stopped three feet away and looked at Su Fan with a smile.
Su Fan scolded: "Master, you are making things difficult for me. Forget it, you want to kill Hong Ling. Even though she is not your daughter, she has lived with you for many years. How can you do it?"
The old man in red snorted coldly: "Why can't I do it? You always ruin my good deeds, so I will deal with you two together today."
As he spoke, the old man in red strangled his hands. As he strangled, the purple mist in the sky gradually thinned and turned into several streaks of red mist.
Su Fan put down the red spirit in his arms. The red spirit was now expressionless, as if he was a living dead.
She allowed Su Fan to place her in front of the boulder, leaning on the edge of the stone and looking at the old man in red beside her.
Su Fan sighed secretly, patted the storage bag, and held the Purple Moon Blade in his hand. The person in front of him was the old man in red, a true late-stage Nascent Soul.
With Su Fan's late cultivation of Jindan, there is no suspense in this fight. The only thing worth thinking about is how long Su Fan can last.
One breath? Or two breaths? This requires the old man in red to explain. Because of the gap in cultivation, Su Fan has no choice but to wait for death.
Death may solve the problem, but not at this moment. If Su Fan wants to save the red spirit, he must defeat the old man in red instead of dying.
Of course Su Fan can't, but there is always a chance.
As the red mist circulated, a gray shadow flashed out of the purple cloud. Because the gray shadow was hidden in the deepest part of the purple cloud, it was difficult to see it.
The gray shadow was like a bolt of lightning, quickly hitting the red mist. After a loud noise, the red mist fell away, and the old man in red paused slightly.
But he didn't realize that the gray shadow then crashed into him at high speed.
The old man in red just turned his body to one side, froze his fingers, and the gray shadow froze in the air.
Wearing a raincoat, Lin Xiaofeng appeared with a childish but extremely determined look.
The old man in red was stunned and said: "It's Mr. Jiu who came to our Tianyuan Gate. Could it be that nothing happened in Corpse Valley recently?"
Lin Xiaofeng then smiled and said: "Of course there is a thing, that is to make someone's body disappear."
The old man in red chuckled and said, "Did Fellow Taoist mean I'm here?"
Lin Xiaofeng lowered his head and sighed: "Fellow Daoist in red is indeed shrewd. That's what I think."
Su Fan said bitterly, this is the situation, the two of them can still bicker, they have rich combat experience.
The old man in red said calmly: "Since Fellow Daoist Lin is here, let's have a drink first. I don't know if I want a toast or a penalty drink."
Lin Xiaofeng smiled and said: "I'm just a strange person. I don't like drinking other people's wine."
The old man in red said casually: "Weird people, that's when we meet normal people. But I am also a strange person, so it doesn't matter."
Lin Xiaofeng laughed and said: "Your Tianyuan Sect is almost in danger, but you are still in the mood to quarrel with me."
The old man in red said calmly: "Mr. Jiu is a guest, so naturally I have to entertain him."
Lin Xiaofeng let out a long sigh and said: "I have drunk a lot of toasts, but I have never tasted the fine wine."
The old man in red's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and he shouted in a low voice: "Then let's have a taste."
As he said this, he pinched the sword in his hand, pointing directly at Lin Xiaofeng with his fingers like swords.
Lin Xiaofeng was unhurried, humming lowly, and the aroma of wine lingered freely.
The old man in red's eyes lit up and he sighed: "Take wine to transform your heart, Mr. Jiu is really smart."
Although the words were spoken in admiration, the expression on his face was sarcastic, and his body remained motionless.
Su Fan was startled. Lin Xiaofeng's technique was so powerful that he had seen it before, and he instantly killed Hong Lan.
Now when I met the old man in red, he didn't react at all. It seemed that he couldn't shake him even a little bit.
The aroma of wine became stronger and stronger, and Su Fan felt as if he was drunk and drowsy.
A shadow of a huge wine pot appeared behind Lin Xiaofeng, rising slightly and pouring a glass of light wine.
The old man in red put away his smile for the first time and guessed with a slight solemnity: "Creating something out of nothing? But it's not bad. I think I'll give you a hundred years and you'll change your mind."
He spoke casually, but showed a bit of nervousness. He pinched it in his hands and chanted in his mouth, as if he was reciting some incantation.
As the spell was uttered, the sky became dark and dark clouds appeared, as if it was going to rain.
Lin Xiaofeng's solemn face suddenly smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, your ability to transform into a void is not bad, but it's a pity that your rain is not a threat to me."
After saying that, Lin Xiaofeng snorted coldly and poured a wisp of wine from the flask for the first time.
There is only one drop of wine falling into the void, and at first it just makes a splash.
But then, there was a huge ripple in the air, like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil.
A curtain of light struck like an old man in red, and the force of destruction filled the heaven and earth.
The old man in red's eyes narrowed, and he shouted, followed by a heavy rain.
The rain was mixed with murderous intent, or murderous aura. It was violent and bloody.
The rain was like drops of blood, condensed with anger and lamentation.
The old man in red sighed sadly, as if he was sighing for the owner of this blood, or for Lin Xiaofeng, who was about to die.
The light curtain is blocked by raindrops. The raindrops cannot move forward, and the light curtain cannot move forward either.
Su Fan hurriedly protected Hong Ling behind him and did not take the opportunity to sneak attack the old man in red.
This was a duel between Nascent Soul monks, and he had no chance, or in other words, no need to participate.
Lin Xiaofeng danced, poured a drop of wine from the wine pot, and then a curtain of light came.
The old man in red waved his hand calmly, and heavier raindrops fell.
Quietly, a dark shadow flashed out from behind a certain leaf.
The black figure is slightly fat and looks a bit old, but his body is extremely strong.
Stepping on the empty clouds, you slide like a flying bird, like a petrel in the waves, passing through the waves.
After traveling through heavy rain, after countless flights, and after precise calculations.
The shadow finally stopped, because he found that there was no need to calculate.
The old man in red pushed hard with his palm, causing the light curtain to vibrate violently, and then cracks appeared.
As the rain soaked it, the light curtain suddenly collapsed, and Lin Xiaofeng let out a groan and flew out.
The old man in red did not care about Lin Xiaofeng's life and death, and Lin Xiaofeng was not that fragile.
What he was more concerned about was the black shadow walking through the rain. The old man in red said: "Wu Ming, do you want to know why I am alive?"
Without answering, the old man in red laughed and said: "You don't know. If you knew, you would find that you must die today and be killed by me. Everyone here is the same."
Although the words were incoherent, the words were enough to shock everyone present, whether they were Lin Xiaofeng or Wuming.
Those are all masters of the Nascent Soul stage. It is indeed too difficult to kill two monks of the Nascent Soul stage.
Su Fan didn't care whether the old man in red could kill everyone present, but he was wondering where the old man in purple had gone.