One pictogram is comparable to the power of Long Zimo's three pictograms, and what is puzzling is why Su Fan wants to separate the three pictograms instead of combining them together, such a pair of six paths is simply hitting a stone with an egg, and he can't measure his strength.

In the eyes of the expectant people, a pictogram and six pictograms collided fiercely, and as everyone thought, how could a pictogram be compared with six pictograms, and it disappeared with a gentle sound, but something unexpected happened.

Although Long Zimo's six pictograms easily destroyed Su Fan's pictograms in a crushing manner, the six pictograms trembled fiercely and almost dispersed. Long Zimo hurriedly stabilized.

His eyes were full of disbelief, there were flaws in any move, and the same was true of his six pictograms, but these flaws were only known to him, and it was impossible for outsiders to know about them.

But just now, Su Fan's pictogram hit the biggest flaw, which made him unbelievable.

"Blinded, he must be blinded. Long Zimo could only comfort himself in his heart, but a feeling of uneasiness spread in his heart.

Then, the second pictogram came as promised, colliding with the six pictograms, and without the slightest accident, it dissipated into the air with a bang, which was the same as the place where the first pictogram collided. But this time they collided, and the six pictograms trembled violently, and the overall power was weakened by more than half.

"This..."Long Zimo's pupils contracted violently, and his eyes were very incredulous, but he had to believe it. There was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at Su Fan, this was terrifying.

"What's the situation? Long Zimo's pictogram is like papier-mâché, and it will soon fall apart when you touch it. Li Izumo didn't understand the situation, and said with a smile. An expression of thinking and reminiscing appeared on Long Huanyu's face.

But Yi Yuxi next to him had an expression that should be like this.

Above the main hall, the patriarch finally showed a hint of surprise, and then showed a thoughtful expression, as if he knew something.

Su Fan smiled, smiled brightly, he knew that he was right. He saw the flaws in Long Zimo's six pictograms through the way of origin, and did not confront them and hit their flaws.

Without waiting for everyone to think, the third pictogram collided with the sixth pictogram.

"Bang!" This time, in the eyes of some people who couldn't believe it, all seven pictograms exploded, and the explosion produced a huge wave of air, and all the stone slabs on the ground were blown out and fell in all directions.

Long Zi stayed in place, his face was decadent, according to his assumption, even if Su Fan broke through the sword path, but the way was still his flaw, using the advantage of his own way to crush Su Fan, so as to achieve victory, but Su Fan gave him a slap again, hitting his pride again and again.

"I'm not convinced!" Long Zimo roared and drew the dragon head sword again.

"Wuyue swordsmanship, the first sword, Hengshan Lin!"

Long Zi roared silently, and a move of Wuyue swordsmanship was split, and a phantom of Hengshan was integrated into the sword qi, looming, Feiquan Waterfall, strange mountains and strange stones. Su Fan's clothes were blown and hunting.

"Heavenly Fire Thirteen Forms, the First Style, Heavenly Fire Comes Out Together!" Su Fan was not afraid, and even with a little excitement, the Extraordinary Sword was swung up, and now the Extraordinary Sword seemed to have its own consciousness.

There was a burst of sword groans, as if in response to the excitement of the master.

The sky was on fire, and the temperature in the hall rose sharply, and beads of sweat soon appeared on the foreheads of many people.

"Boom!" Tianhuo collided with Hengshan, the blazing waves of qi fled in all directions, the two of them retreated one after another, Su Fan's palm was numb for a while, and the sword was almost unable to hold it. Long Zimo was also not much better, and the sleeves of his arms were turned into ashes by the sky, and he felt a faint pain.

It's an equal match.

"Wuyue Sword Technique, Second Sword, Songshan Collapse!" At this time, Long Zimo had already lost his mind a little, and was a little hysterical, and in an instant, the second sword was punched.

A Song Mountain collapsed in front of it, and the huge stones turned into meteors and rushed towards Su Fan, and the entire hall shook and shook.

"Heavenly Fire Thirteen Forms, Second Style, Heavenly Fire Fusion!" Su Fan also did not hesitate and continued to play the second form of Heavenly Fire Thirteen Forms.

"Bang!" is evenly matched again.

"Wuyue Sword Technique, the Third Sword, Hengshan Duel!"

"Heavenly Fire Thirteenth Style, Third Style, Heavenly Fire Crossing the Sky!"

"Wuyue Sword Technique, Fourth Sword, Huashan Split!" Long Zimo was now covered in blood, his upper clothes had long been burned, and he only saw a strong muscle.

"Heavenly Fire Thirteenth Style, Fourth Style, Heavenly Fire Thousand Forgings!" Su Fan also killed red eyes, and a month in the Dragonfall Forest stimulated his instinctive desire to fight, although his tiger's mouth had cracked, and the blood stained the entire hilt red, he seemed to not know the pain.

"Wuyue Swordsmanship, Fifth Sword, Taishan He!" Long Zi Mo Shi displayed the last sword of Wuyue Swordsmanship, intending to fight for his life, gathering the essence and spirit of the whole body, the aura of the whole body, desperate, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Nine Phoenix Song!" Su Fan put away his sword, crossed his knees, put the guqin on his knees, and plucked the strings quickly with both hands, and the fiery red phoenix was slowly outlined, and the momentum was also rising, and the temperature in the hall was getting higher and higher.

The two terrifying momentum are condensing in their respective directions, and the moment they are released will be incomparably terrifying.

Some of the Qinglong clansmen who were weak felt that they couldn't breathe, and a feeling of suffocation permeated their hearts.

"Ahhh Su Fan was not in a hurry, and continued to pluck the strings, and one note after another flew out, and the fiery phoenix became more and more terrifying.

"Slash!" Long Zi roared silently, this one condensed all his essence and aura, success or failure in this sword.

"Go!" Su Fan plucked the strings with both hands, and the phoenix let out a long roar, its wings shook, and rushed out with a scorching breath.

All eyes in the hall are focused here, and this blow will be a decisive blow, whether the three of the Blood Rose will win in a row, or the Qinglong clan will pull back a game.

Even Yi Yuxi held his breath, his fingers clenched unconsciously, Li Izumo stared at the arena even more tightly, and the folding fan was tightly grasped in his hand.

Seeing that Mount Tai and Phoenix were getting closer and closer, many people retreated one after another, for fear of being affected.

"Stop!" And just as the two were about to make contact, a faint voice sounded, as if the words were spoken, and an invisible wave fixed the Taishan and the phoenix that the two of them had hit in mid-air, as if they were frozen in ice.

Su Fan and Long Zimo only felt that the moment the word stopped sounding, a force that destroyed the world was coming, and then the entire body was not controlled by themselves, and they lost the control of their bodies, so they could only be slaughtered by others. No matter how the two struggled, Tarzan and Phoenix were not controlled at all, and they were frozen in mid-air.

"Scatter!" The faint voice sounded again, and with a bang, Mount Tai and the phoenix exploded at the same time, dissipating between heaven and earth, Long Zimo and Su Fan's faces were pale, and the strength of the patriarch made them unable to have any thoughts of resistance.

"It's okay, that's it, Zimo, you lost. The patriarch was expressionless and said lightly.

"Why? I still have this last resort. Long Zimo raised his head suddenly, and said with a dissatisfied expression.

"I said that if you lose, you will lose, why are you not convinced!" the patriarch slapped the chair handle violently, full of domineering, with a look of contempt for everything in his eyes, like a dictatorial monarch.