Powerful spiritual energy surged from Ma Hong's body, sweeping across the surrounding land and blowing up a strong hurricane.
After Ye Guhong was ejected, Ye Sulan, who was not far away, also groaned in pain and was ejected.
Qian Xiaoshan was far away, so he could not be knocked away for the time being, but he looked a little frightened because he suddenly saw the relics of his mentor.
After a long time, the fluctuations stopped and the dust dispersed
Ma Hong stood there with a stern face, his hands still surrounded by a strong light. The red and white colors were clearly visible, and the light seemed particularly dazzling in this dark night.
All the light is emitted from two rings the size of sesame cakes suspended on Ma Hong's wrist. The powerful spiritual energy contained in them has vibrated to the point where the air screams and the earth trembles.
"As red as the scorching sun, as white as the bright moon...the double rings of the sun and the moon, this is Master's thing!" Qian Xiaoshan murmured, a surge of anger rising in his chest.
"Yes, this is my mother's thing, but now it's mine," Ma Hong said loudly, walking forward slightly with a terrifying momentum.
The few disciples of the Xiandi Cult who originally saw Ma Hong being kidnapped, but now they all started to cheer and jump when they saw their boss being so powerful.
Ma Hong glanced at Ye Guhong and Ye Sulan respectively, who were collapsed on the ground, and ordered his men: "Kill them both."
The five men under his command responded separately, three went to kill Ye Guhong, and two went to deal with Ye Sulan.
Although she has experienced the impact of spiritual energy, Ye Sulan has a strong spiritual energy foundation after all, which is slightly stronger than Ye Guhong.
However, the spiritual breath that hit Ye Sulan belonged to the spiritual breath of the moon, so there was an extremely uncomfortable cold air flowing through the body, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Hearing that Ma Hong had issued a killing order and seeing someone walking towards her, Ye Sulan was worried not about herself but Ye Guhong.
When the two regret disciples came over with their swords drawn, Ye Sulan had already slapped the ground with one hand, and her body flew up in response. Although it only flew about a foot high, it could barely avoid the opponent's attack.
At the same time, a sword in his right hand stabbed out in the air, directly attacking the eye socket of an enemy on the left.
The man was obviously startled. He swung his sword to block and at the same time retreated. The other man did not expect Ye Sulan to have the power to fight back. At the same time, there was a look of fear in his heart, and his movements were a little slower.
Ye Sulan took this opportunity, followed the opponent's counterattack, and flew out three or four feet away with her body as light as snow.
After asking and standing still, Ye Sulan hurriedly moved to the side and quickly ran towards Ye Guhong's direction.
At the same time, Ye Guhong had also climbed up from the ground.
Different from Ye Sulan, Ye Guhong received the breath of the sun. The burning sensation made his whole body boil like fire. It was so uncomfortable that Ye Guhong wanted to hit the wall.
However, this feeling only lasted for a very short moment. Even after it ended, although the whole body still felt extremely painful, it would not affect the movement anymore.
Meier's voice came: "This is resistance. The breath of the sun also hurts the opponent through high temperature, and the same is true for your own dragon flame breath. Therefore, your body is naturally resistant to part of the damage caused by high temperature.
...Be careful, the enemy is coming."
Mei'er was just halfway through explaining when the three disciples of the Xiandi Sect had already come closer.
Ye Guhong didn't wait for Mei'er to remind him, but he had already retreated quickly.
After the smoke and dust dissipated, Ye Guhong and Ye Sulan also saw that the other party was okay, so they felt calm and began to concentrate on dealing with the enemy.
However, Ma Hong walked leisurely in the direction of Qian Xiaoshan as if nothing had happened.
Qian Xiaoshan finally sighed softly after being stunned for a long time. He moved his eyes away from the two rings and looked at Ma Hong's face instead.
"Let go, junior brother, don't embarrass Gu Hong and the others," Qian Xiaoshan said softly, with a hint of softness in his voice.
"Junior brother? Who the hell do you call junior brother? I started a year earlier than you, so I should be the senior brother! Oh, don't you still remember those old sesame seeds and rotten millet things in the past?" Ma Hong looked like he deserved a beating.
Said casually with a proud expression
It was a lie that Qian Xiaoshan wasn't angry, but he suppressed his anger and tried to keep his expectations calm: "Stop it today, as long as you promise not to harm Gu Hong again, I can pretend that what happened today never happened."
Ma Hong laughed extremely ungratefully: "They took the initiative to provoke me and designed such a fun thing to lure me into the game. How could I not participate?"
Qian Xiaoshan said coldly: "If the one who came today was not me alone, but seven brothers from my Yaoxing Sect together, do you think it would still be fun?"
Ma Hong's body trembled slightly, and he thought that if that was really the case, then it must be a different situation now.
But when Ma Hong lowered his head, this thought immediately changed: "So what if they come? It's just a few more corpses under my sun and moon rings!"
"What are you talking about? You actually used your master...your mother's relics to kill people? Ma Hong, wake up! This is not something you would do!"
"Stop pretending to be nice here, I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense. All three of you will die today!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his right fist with white light and slammed it towards Qian Xiaoshan.
Qian Xiaoshan flicked his foot, and his body flew more than two feet away. He still wanted to say something, but when he saw Ye Guhong and Ye Sulan next to him, they were already locked in a fierce battle, and he felt full of regret.
"Since you don't want to listen, there is no need to say more."
As he spoke, Qian Xiaoshan took out the long sword from his back, thought for a moment, then threw it aside with a wry smile.
The two fists collided with each other, and a burst of spiritual energy surged from the body with a bang.
"Thick earth attack!" Qian Xiaoshan shouted and punched out with his right fist.
"You have never defeated me once, and this time is no exception! Thick Earth Strike!"
The two of them had the same move and the same posture. Qian Xiaoshan's right fist and Ma Hong's left fist violently touched each other, causing a sudden rumble and a dull sound like a mountain falling apart.
The violent spiritual energy collided crazily, and what entered Qian Xiaoshan's body was an extremely uncomfortable cold spiritual energy. However, his body was violently attacked by Qian Xiaoshan's earth spiritual energy.
The effect of earth spiritual breath on the meridians can be reflected in blocking the meridians and delaying the movement of the opponent's body. This is similar to the ice-type spiritual breath. However, the effect of blocking the meridians is shorter than the ice-type spiritual breath, but the effect on the meridians is
It hurts more
Ma Hong felt a tearing sensation in his body's meridians, but this was still within the range he could bear.
"Eighth level spiritual being, you didn't see it," Ma Hong snorted coldly, his words no longer containing the confidence and certainty of victory just now.
"Both and each other, the ninth level of the spirit, the progress is so fast, it should be thanks to the work of the sun and moon double rings." Qian Xiaoshan sneered, his expression was completely different from the indecision at the beginning.