The final decisive battle must be the most eye-catching, but Su Fan did not expect that he could reach this point. After watching yesterday, Su Fan secretly sighed that neither Xiao Lin nor Qin Yu could defeat him at all.
, As for the green-type Shi Nan, it is said that he forced Red Kite to a dead end several times. If it were not for the red-type magic weapon skills that Hong Yuan had, he could barely win.
People were already standing outside the Sect Leader's Hall, and no one had cleaned up the debris of the platform destroyed by Qin Yu and Xiao Lin's competition. Su Fan stepped on the stones and soil, secretly feeling shocked, and sighing that he was not
Compete with Qin Yu.
There is always no benefit in fighting with such a lifeless person, because he can fight with you regardless of the consequences. At that time, victory is destiny and life is not important.
Su Fan didn't need to guess where the platform for his competition was. The red platform was already tightly surrounded. Su Fan could see the smiling Red Kite on the platform waving to the disciples below.
Suddenly, a feeling of disgust from the depths of his soul filled his body. Su Fan unconsciously clenched his fists tightly and secretly said to himself, he must not act on his impulse and must be cautious.
I don't know where a sentence came from: "Su Fan."
Suddenly, a passage opened outside the originally blocked platform. Su Fan smiled faintly at everyone and walked unnaturally into the stands.
Outside the stands, Su Fan saw the old man in purple with his eyes slightly closed, the old man in red with a gloomy expression, and the old man in blue and green with smiles in his eyes.
There was also an old man in orange with a complex look on his face, and the new head of the Huang family, Ding Ming, who looked sarcastic and disdainful. These various faces made Su Fan feel helpless.
The disciples watching looked like the leaders of each department, with the same expression. Su Fan looked around and smiled bitterly to himself. He had done nothing, but he had made friends and offended his enemies.
How could things in the world be so ridiculous, and people in the world be so pitiable? Su Fan closed his eyes slightly, then slowly walked to the old man in gray, cupped his fists and whispered in a low voice: "Junior Su Fan, have you ever seen him before?
Lord Messenger."
The old man in gray clothes still had an indifferent expression, closed his eyes tightly, and lay on the lounge chair made of ancient trees, enjoying the morning breeze and comfort.
Su Fan turned around, glanced at the red kite on the competition stage, and was about to go up.
Suddenly, the old man in gray clothes said in a hoarse voice: "Your name is Su Fan?"
Suddenly, there was a timid whisper among the disciples around, all discussing how the old man in gray clothes, who ignored everything and remained silent even when the master came, could speak to a disciple at this moment.
Even the six leaders who were as stable as a rock in the stands looked at the old man in gray with curiosity, especially the old man in red. He stared at the old man in gray with wide eyes, and his face was full of anger.
Su Fan was startled, then turned around and said respectfully: "My junior's name is Su Fan."
The old man in gray clothes lazily stretched his waist, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Have you been to the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"
"Hidden Sword Pavilion"
This is a very honorable place in Tianyuan Sect. Anyone who can go there is an extremely outstanding person. There is nothing strange about where Su Fan can go. Su Fan unconsciously felt curious and nodded immediately.
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The old man in gray clothes said again: "I heard that you walked into the Hidden Sword Pavilion."
"Enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion."
Countless disciples turned their attention to Su Fan, and several leaders on the platform looked embarrassed. Although they knew about Su Fan entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion, because the impact was too great, only a small number of people knew about it.
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The discussion among the disciples here became even more intense. Hong Yuan, who had attracted much attention at first, was left aside. Hong Yuan glared at Su Fan viciously, with unspeakable resentment in his heart. He wished he could kill Su Fan now.
, to vent the anger in your heart.
The disciples all stared at Su Fan, watching how he would answer whether he had really entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion that only the first one had the strength to enter, as the gray-clothed old man said.
Su Fan smiled lightly and said: "This junior has indeed entered the Hidden Sword Pavilion."
As soon as the words were spoken, the venue almost exploded with sarcasm, disdain, and exclamations. But everyone's expressions were the same, they all looked like they couldn't believe it, but it was indeed true.
That kind of meaning.
The old man in gray clothes nodded slightly and said, "What magic weapon did you get?"
Su Fan was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "A sword, a broken sword."
The old man in gray clothes trembled, but his face remained expressionless. Then he lay down on the recliner again, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Broken sword, broken sword, what a broken sword."
Su Fan paused slightly, turned around and jumped onto the competition platform. Su Fan suddenly smiled. The expression on Hong Yuan's face was extremely strange. It might be called ferocious. However, the usually gloomy Hong Yuan could also have such an expression. However,
This made Su Fan happy.
Hongyuan said coldly: "It's time to start."
Su Fan retracted his smile, looked at Hong Yuan, and whispered: "It's time to start."
In an instant, Hong Yuan made a secret in her hand, and red clouds surrounded her body. Roads of crimson red mist shrouded her, and kept flying around Hong Yuan. Hong Yuan made a move with her finger, and four red mists suddenly surged towards Su Fan.
The old man in blue on the stage snorted coldly: "This Red Kite uses his killing moves as soon as he comes up. Could it be that he wants to kill Su Fan?"
The old man in red frowned slightly and said coldly: "A competition is like a battlefield. If you have a kind heart, wouldn't it be a woman's kindness? This is how you should treat every competition as a battlefield. Only then can you guarantee
When you really face the enemy, you have a slight chance of winning."
The old man in green clothes smiled and said: "The leader said it well. Regardless of whether it is a competition or not, as long as it is a battle of skills, you should try your best. That is respect for the opponent and the best explanation for one's own cultivation."
The old man in purple clothes on the side still looked as usual, closing his eyes slightly, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking. The old man in red clothes glanced at the old man in purple clothes, and then turned back to watch the competition in the field.
Four rays of red mist hit Su Fan. This was a more powerful move than what Qi Xuan had used before. Su Fan frowned and kept retreating. During this period, he made secrets in his hands and tried to use the technique, but he could not gather it anyway.
Suddenly, Su Fan was shocked. There must be something wrong with the red platform. He suddenly thought of the finger that the old man in purple had struck into the void that day, and he suddenly understood that the old man in purple was trying to tell him that the purple-based skills could no longer be used.
However, now that he could resist Hong Yuan's nine-transformation technique, Su Fan could not think of anything else. In desperation, Su Fan hurriedly took out the Phoenix Feather Crossbow, but before Su Fan could inject spiritual energy into it.
A ray of red mist quietly flashed past Su Fan's back and heart. It turned out that it was not four but five rays. Su Fan had no time to dodge, and the red mist hit Su Fan's back and heart.
Su Fan's body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, Su Fan's face turned pale. Thinking of Hong Yuan's repeated weakness in the fight with Qi Xuan a few days ago, it turned out to be a deep conspiracy, and the intention was to make Su Fan underestimate the enemy.
Su Fan suddenly sneered, and stood there without running away. He held the Purple Moon Blade in one hand, and quickly injected spiritual energy into the other hand. The Phoenix Feather Crossbow soon turned red, which indicated that a bow and arrow had condensed.
Su Fan didn't seem to be satisfied, the red color became even richer, like blood.
Then, the second red mist came towards him. Su Fan fiercely swung the Purple Moon Blade to fight against the red mist. The red mist dissipated, but the purple light on the Purple Moon Blade dimmed a lot.
Su Fan was shocked and heartbroken, but found that the hand holding the Purple Moon Blade was already full of blood. Even though he took the red mist, it was not easy.
Su Fan was still injecting spiritual energy, and the Feng Yu Crossbow had already turned purple, which was the only purple energy left in his body. The strike of the Feng Yu Crossbow was already comparable to the strength of the Tian Yuan Seven Colors against Ye Xue before.
However, Su Fan has not stopped yet, the Feng Yu Crossbow is still changing color, Su Fan's face is pale, he doesn't know how much spiritual power in his body has been consumed, but it can be seen that he has consumed a lot.
The red kite showed a ruthless look on its face and waved the small flag in its hand crazily. It was a high-grade spiritual treasure. It was extraordinary at first sight. Every time the red kite waved, the red clouds in the sky would move closer to the red kite, as if for
It's generally used.
The remaining three red mists here were like three red dragons, trying to swallow up Su Fan. Su Fan was like an ant, so inconspicuous.
Su Fan smiled fiercely, moved his fingers slightly, and the phoenix feather crossbow, which had turned into black, made a soft crisp sound, and then a dark phoenix let out a shocking roar, and the whistle resounded through the sky, Zixia
Shocked by it.
The old man in red looked at the dark phoenix in horror, the phoenix that looked like a king in the darkness, and exclaimed: "Phoenix cry."
The old man in purple suddenly spoke, and he said casually: "It's just an illusion. It can barely be called a fake phoenix."
However, Feng Ming's words had already been spoken. It was a sound that could reverse the universe and was enough to shock the entire Tianyuan County. The old man in red suddenly said coldly: "What is his relationship with Wuming."
The old man in purple smiled lightly and said: "Master, there is no need to worry, this Phoenix Feather Crossbow was given to him by me."
The old man in red glared at Su Fan, and then watched the changes on the stage. Under the shocking changes, the old man in gray still closed his eyes slightly, as if nothing in the world could attract him.
Hong Yuan slowly stepped back, one step, two steps, three steps. He stopped at three steps, his eyes were gloomy, magic spells in his hands were rising one after another, and the red clouds in the sky poured into the three red mists like swimming dragons.
The black phoenix stretched out its noble wings, flapped twice, and suddenly, like a black lightning, it hit the red dragon that was coming up.
The red dragon trembled for a while, as if it was about to retreat, but then the red dragon attacked. The three red dragons seemed to have a backer again, and they pounced on the black phoenix without hesitation.
The phoenix turned and swept over the dragons. In the blink of an eye, the three dragons turned into red mist and were enveloped by the accompanying dragons. The black phoenix disappeared in a flash.
The red mist seemed to be going crazy, and it quickly crashed into the black phoenix not far away. The black phoenix seemed to be trying to compete head-on and rushed straight towards the red mist.
There was neither a shocking sound nor a terrifying destruction. They disappeared quietly. Hong Yuan and Su Fan both flew out and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.