All the disciples outside the field were exclaiming. The old man in red frowned and looked at the silent competition stage from time to time. The old man in purple had also opened his eyes long ago, and his eyes were full of panic.
Suddenly, Su Fan struggled to open his eyes and managed to sit up with his hands on the ground. Hong Yuan opposite him also found it extremely difficult to sit up.
The old man in purple took a long breath and looked at the old man in gray. The old man in gray still closed his eyes and said nothing. The old man in purple thought to himself, how can we continue to make peace with the two of them when they are so injured?
"Junior brother purple, the two of them have not decided the winner yet, and no one has admitted defeat. So, you and I should just watch it with peace of mind." The old man in red chuckled lightly and turned to look at the competition venue.
Hong Yuan smiled coldly at Su Fan and said, "You still won't admit defeat?"
Su Fan frowned slightly and said, "You and I are just ordinary. We were seriously injured. Why should I admit defeat?"
Hong Yuan showed a sarcastic look and said, "Really?"
After saying that, Hong Yuan made the secret in his hand, and the red mist that had dissipated around him suddenly condensed again. Su Fan was shocked, secretly thinking that Hong Yuan still had some backup plans, but now the spiritual power in his body had been exhausted.
Although the most powerful strike of Feng Yu Crossbow was terrifying, it was also extremely draining. Now, it was no longer possible to resist Red Kite's strike.
Following Hong Yuan's seal, the condensed red mist quickly enveloped Hong Yuan. In a moment, all the red mist that had been dispersed by Feng Yu's crossbow condensed.
The old man in green clothes in the stands said doubtfully: "Although the Red Kite has condensed the dissipated red mist again, it does not have any offensive power and is of no use to Su Fan. This move is not only useless, but also a huge waste of the soul in his body."
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The old man in red smiled proudly and said, "Really?"
The two "Really?" have almost the same tone, but they are indeed master and disciple, with the same arrogance and arrogance.
When everyone was confused, Hong Yuan waved the red mist in his hand. Suddenly, Hong Yuan opened his mouth and inhaled fiercely. All the red mist poured into his mouth, and Hong Yuan's body gradually floated up.
The old man in purple clothes shouted in surprise: "He is healing himself... the ninth level of Hongxia transforms into the eighth level."
The old man in red smiled and said: "Junior brother is very knowledgeable. If your disciple is still so stubborn today, I'm afraid he will follow Ziyun's old path."
The old man in purple frowned and said in a deep voice: "Master, if you mention Ziyun again, don't blame me for falling out with you."
The old man in red glanced at the old man in purple sarcastically, and thought to himself, even a young person like the Three Emperors and Great Immortal can seriously injure you, why are you going to fall out with me? I used to think highly of you.
Immediately, the old man in red continued to look at the red kite in the field with a smile. As the red mist poured in, the originally pale complexion of the red kite returned to normal.
Hong Yuan stared at Su Fan coldly, as if he wanted to swallow Su Fan into his belly before he would give up. He raised his finger and quickly pointed at Su Fan's eyebrows as he fell on the ground.
Su Fan had a bitter look on his face. If Hong Yuan were to point him out here, he would be dead or disabled. Moreover, with Hong Yuan's character, how could he calm down the anger in his heart without killing Su Fan.
The red-glowed finger was only one step away from Su Fan, imprinted between his eyebrows. Su Fan was bound to die, but the next moment, Su Fan had disappeared.
Hong Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his face, which was already immersed in the joy of victory. Su Fan stood tremblingly a foot in front of him, with bursts of purple light shining all over his body.
The old man in purple smiled slightly and glanced at the old man in red whose expression changed drastically. His eyes were full of pride. The old man in blue murmured softly: "Is this a dry purple celestial phenomenon? Su Fan actually realized it."
Although the old man in blue said these words to himself, he was also heard by the disciples on the side. Immediately, this seemingly plain words spread among the disciples.
Among the seven elements of Tianyuan, only Qianzi Tianxiang is the most difficult to master. Even Lan Yi, who has always been good at the exercises, has not been able to master them. At this moment, he was actually learned by this person with extremely mediocre qualifications in the eyes of everyone.
If you had heard it normally, you would probably have heard it as a joke, but Su Fan frequently gave people incredible performances, entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion to get the magic weapon, summoning the sound of phoenix, and performing the Qianzi Celestial Phenomenon.
Su Fan was now like a myth among the disciples, and they all regarded Su Fan as a role model. In an instant, all the glory originally given to Red Kite was bestowed on Su Fan.
It is even speculated that the final winner of this seven-series competition will be Su Fan, even though Su Fan's cultivation level is only in the middle stage of the Golden Core at this moment, and there is a huge gap between him and Hong Yuan.
The dry purple sky was like a place, and the red kite seemed to be violent again. The red mist surrounded it, and the red mist rushed towards Su Fan quickly. Su Fan took a long breath, thinking in his heart why the purple light all around him suddenly appeared.
But the incoming red mist didn't give him any chance to think. Su Fan's mind was spinning, and he thought about the skills that the old man in purple had performed before, and he pinched the spell in his hand.
Suddenly, a purple mist filled the air behind Su Fan, and he suddenly felt a sense of quietness and coolness filling his body, which was extremely comfortable. However, the situation in front of him was not a time for enjoyment.
The spells in Su Fan's hand were still coming, and then Su Fan shouted: "Purple Shadow Phantom Finger." The purple mist behind him formed a vortex, and the vortex continued to rotate, and the scope of the purple mist also continued to increase, vaguely suppressing the red kite. Signs of red fog.
Red Kite's eyes revealed a ruthless look, and it turned its fingers into palms. With a wave, several flying red mists instantly condensed into one. The huge red mist was comparable to the swimming dragon before.
Whether it is momentum or real strength, the red mist at this moment can be said to be superior. The red mist pushed the purple mist back continuously, and Su Fan continued to make secrets.
Retreat, still retreat, until there is no way to retreat, there is no way to retreat.
Should he retreat again? Su Fan had never thought about retreating, so why did he retreat? Su Fan wanted to kill people, not be chased. Purple mist rolled around the world, and the competition platform also rotated with it.
Half of a vicissitudes of purple finger was exposed in the dark whirlpool. The finger was like a mountain, suppressing everything. The finger was like a knife, cutting through all obstacles.
With each step forward of the red mist, half of the fingers also took a step forward. However, the purple mist became denser and denser, and the red mist became darker and darker. There were faint signs of the red mist being transformed by the purple mist.
Hong Yuan made a secret with one hand and waved a small flag with the other hand, barely able to gather some of the red mist, but it still could not change the fact that the red mist dissipated.
Su Fan's eyes showed a cold light and he said in a low voice: "Go to hell."
The word "death" came out, like the power of heaven, half of the fingers dropped rapidly, Hong Mist retreated steadily, and in the blink of an eye it retreated to Hong Yuan. Without a trace of kindness, the fingers suddenly landed on Hong Yuan's body.
As if pressing down on an ant, half of his fingers buried the small body of the red kite under his fingers. Su Fan gasped and stared at the place where the red kite disappeared.
Except for the old man in purple, the old in red, and the old in gray, everyone outside the court looked at the half finger in extreme shock, trying to wait for the finger to disappear to see what would happen to the red genius.
The old man in red's face was slightly twitching, and his eyes were deeply closed. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Why was he so eager before Hong Yuan was injured, but now he was so indifferent?
Maybe he has already given up on Red Kite, or maybe this is just the beginning, and the real Red Kite was born with this blow.
"Look, the finger seems to be moving."
"Nonsense, how can the Purple Shadow Phantom Immortal Finger be shaken?"
"No, there seems to be a white light in the purple shadow."
"How come this white light looks so familiar?"
Following the words of the disciples who were talking about it, Su Fan finally discovered the abnormality. His fingers were indeed shaking, and there was indeed a white light under his fingers.
Su Fan licked his chapped lips and said helplessly: "Tian Yuan Seven Colors."
The white light became stronger and stronger, so that the purple light gradually faded and finally dissipated. The half finger that was originally unshakable quickly collapsed as the purple light receded.
A figure walked out of the white light. Is it Red Kite? It looks similar, but its personality is different. Su Fan quickly thought about what kind of technique in the world can change people like this.
However, Su Fan thought about everything he knew, even the memories of immortals and demons, but there was no clue.
This time, the white light is neither cold nor cold. It is hot, hot, a heat that can melt people. If an ordinary person is swept away by this white light, they will instantly turn into a gas.
But Su Fan is not an ordinary person. He is a monk. He can still barely walk in the white light, but it is only for a limited time. He can only escape here. If he does not escape, it will really be a dead end.
No matter where to run, Su Fan looked around and saw no way out. Red Kite grinned horribly and laughed like an innocent ghost in hell, extremely scary.
The white light was about to cover Su Fan's whole body, and the corners of Su Fan's clothes had already melted a little. Even in the body of the immortal demon, there was no such frightening feeling.
Even those who have been forged within the bodies of immortals and demons cannot bear such scorching heat. I originally thought that the bodies of immortals and demons were already the hottest in the world, but now I have really gained insights. It is truly extraordinary.
When you are cornered, what else can you do? You fight back, but there is still a glimmer of hope. The hope is to kill the red kite before you die.
But is it possible? Su Fan glanced at it and realized that he could only stay in the complete white light for three breaths. The distance between Red Kite and him was not far away, and he could reach it in just one breath. He waved the Purple Moon Blade in his hand and slashed at Red Kite.
There was a breath on the neck, and it still took a breath to escape the afterglow of the white light that finally faded away.
If you calculate it like this, there is really a chance to fight, which is much better than waiting to die here. However, the red kite is not dead, so how can it wait for you to chop it down.
However, Su Fan could no longer care so much. He took two steps and jumped into the white light. Suddenly Su Fan's gray hair danced and his figure was like lightning as he quickly approached the red kite.
The old man in gray clothes in the audience suddenly opened his eyes and whispered: "What is he going to do? Die? It doesn't look like that."
Hong Yuan laughed loudly, looked at Su Fan who was flying over, and waved his hands as if to catch Su Fan. Su Fan suppressed his burning desire and tried to avoid Hong Yuan.
The red kite followed Su Fan closely like a tarsal maggot. Two breaths had passed and Su Fan's life was already in danger, just in the blink of an eye.