Mr. Painting's body slowly emerged from the mist, he raised his hands flat, and said solemnly to the fireworks: "Stop, stop, little girl, I don't want to fight you, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." ”

Hanabi was unmoved, "Throw in the towel?"

"Don't worry, I'm absolutely serious. I have an acquaintance who also practices "fighting", heh......" Mr. Hua paused with a complicated expression. "I admit defeat, how about replacing someone on this condition?"

Mr. Hua is deeply aware of what is going on in the way of "fighting". "Ordinary Taoism" is different from the "Heavenly Taoism" that is naturally born due to fate, and practitioners should compare human resources with natural miracles, and those who have great wisdom and perseverance cannot do it. And "fighting" is an outlier among many "mortal ways".

This path not only allows the practitioner to increase his strength exponentially in battle, but also the stronger the enemy, the stronger the self, and can endlessly force the cultivator's potential until it can no longer be loaded. Once one wins the battle, this power beyond one's limits will remain, allowing the cultivator's strength to increase by leaps and bounds.

But needless to say, the hardships and hardships of daily practice are also characteristic of this sect, which is that once it is urged, it will be defeated or destroyed. In the battle after the "Fighting Battle", once the battle is defeated, even if the body is not injured, the practitioner will immediately disperse and die violently.

Even if you win, the remaining power beyond the limit will continue to fade over time, and once the strength fades to the level before the battle, the next decline will be an avalanche, and it will disappear in a very short time.

And the only solution is one word - fight! Keep challenging stronger masters and constantly break through your own limits. Once you practice this path, you have embarked on a desperate road that cannot be retreated, and in addition to constantly challenging the strong, there is only one dead end.

Mr. Hua had suffered a big loss in this sect, and he still had palpitations when he thought about it, and he really didn't want to face the madmen who practiced this sect anymore.

"You know a lot about this way. Since you know that I am practicing this path, then you should also know my answer. Hanabi did not hesitate and refused. Mr. Painting's conditions are indeed very attractive, but she also has her own arrogance that should not be taken lightly.

"Ah, bad luck, those who practice fighting are really people with brain problems. Mr. Hua let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "Let's play with you, I remember that there is a mantra in this Taoist line that seems to be called: If things are strong, they will be old, and they will not last long." How long can you last long?"

"Until we defeat you, of course!"

Before the fireworks could finish speaking, a fire dragon beside him had already roared angrily, carrying the blazing heat of the molten gold fossils, and pounced on Mr. Hua with great power.

Mr. Painting's body was swallowed by the fire dragon in one gulp, and instantly evaporated along with the earth and stones on the ground. The fireworks picked up a piece of red golden lotus leaf formed by the aggregation of countless tiny talismans, gently rubbed it, and mocked mercilessly on his mouth: "Hide your head and show your tail, shrink your head and turtle." ”

Sure enough, it was a fake body again, although Sun Suhe was not surprised, but he still felt a little disappointed. The gray mist had melted away a lot by the fireworks before, but now it had unknowingly made a comeback, and it was getting thicker and thicker. Except for the mist beside Hua Huo that was swept away by her, and Sun Suhe's side was not affected, the rest of the world, the sky and the ground became faint and vague.

"De_Nachtwacht (Night Watch). Mr. Painting's voice sounded like a ghost, as if it was an echo from far away in the sky, and it seemed to be a whisper close to the ear, which made people's scalp tingle when they heard it, let alone discern the source of the sound.

As Mr. Painting's voice fell, many tall and burly figures appeared in the mist. It's that move, it's his black-black puppet soldiers. Sun Suhe looked around nervously, it seemed that there were many puppets hidden in the dense fog, although it was silent, but this sense of oppression was really chilling.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Hanabi pinched the trick with his left hand, secretly calculated the direction of Mr. Painting, and waved his right hand, skimming or raising, like an arm to manipulate the nine fire dragons to attack the puppet soldiers in the mist.

Sun Suhe was so excited that he didn't even blink his eyes, for fear of missing something. I saw that the nine fire dragons were fierce and mighty, except for one of them hovering around the fireworks as a defense, the other eight roared angrily and rushed into the group of puppets. The puppet soldiers didn't seem to be the enemy at all, and as soon as the fire dragon swept over, they immediately turned into pools of black ink and fell to the ground.

The almost one-sided battle situation made Sun Suhe's brows furrow, and the excitement in his heart turned into deep worry. Powerful enemies are not terrible, but the enemies that cannot be seen through are the real dangers. He definitely didn't believe that Mr. Hua was capable of this, not to mention anything else, he had seen the ghostly speed of those puppet soldiers, even if he couldn't match the ferocity of the fire dragon, he could definitely use his speed and number to toss and turn, and deal with the fire dragon, how could he not be used as a dead target to rush and kill like now.

Sure enough, Sun Suhe's worries were quickly verified, and the puddles of ink that the puppet soldiers on the ground turned into tumbles violently, and soon swelled up and returned to the shape of soldiers, and then rushed to the fireworks. The puppet soldiers hidden in the fog don't know how many are left, and they are simply invincible, and those who are killed will soon be restored to their original state, and the fire dragon can only defeat them but never completely destroy them.

The battle was at a stalemate for a while, and although the puppet soldiers couldn't hurt Hanabi, Hanabi was also dragged back like a quagmire, and they couldn't really crack Mr. Painting's moves in a hurry, let alone attack his real body that he didn't know where to hide. Sun Suhe finally understood Mr. Hua's intentions and the meaning of their conversation. The "fighting" of Hanabu's cultivation must have quite a lot of power, so powerful that Mr. Hua doesn't want to fight him at all, but this Dao line obviously can't be used for a long time, so Mr. Hua is ready to use this hand to drag the word trick until Hanabu's own qi is exhausted, and then he doesn't need to make another move, and he can win directly without a fight.

Even Sun Suhe, a layman, can see the clues, and Huahuo naturally understands the current situation. She knew she had only three options at the moment. The first option is to give up Sun Suhe and retreat directly, in this case, these puppet soldiers can't stop it at all. She even suspected that the puppet soldiers would not stop them, but would also parade up to see them off. The second option is to stay and continue to wrestle with these puppet soldiers to find a way to crack them completely, but this method is extremely risky, and the result is likely to be consumed alive before you can crack the move. As for the third option, it is very simple, shoot the man first and shoot the horse, capture the thief and capture the king first, and do not need to pay attention to these puppets at all, and directly attack the enemy's real body. But the problem is that as long as the enemy doesn't show flaws, it will definitely not be as difficult to find his true body as it is to directly crack the puppet spell.

The three choices are all dilemmas, but Hanabi's face is not a little anxious and panicked, but shows an excited smile like a child who sees a beloved toy. In an instant, she had grasped the delicate state of mind of Mr. Painting. Since you want to force me to retreat, then I'll go to the other extreme to show you.

"You really have some experience in fighting, but it's a pity that you misunderstood something. ”

As Hanabi spoke, the eight fire dragons suddenly retracted and turned from attack to defense, but the one that was originally left by his side as a defense unexpectedly shot out and suddenly rushed in front of Sun Suhe. The small mountain-like flame dragon head stared coldly at Sun Suhe, and the fierce flames in the bloody mouth were soaring. Sun Suhe's skin was burning with pain, and even the hair on his forehead was bent and curled up by the heat.

"I never said I wanted to protect this man. If he dies, you'll be the one who will be bothered. Get out of here and fight me in ten seconds, or I'll kill him." ”

Sun Suhe had a ridiculous feeling in his heart, but the facts did not allow him to doubt it. He really felt the killing intent of the fireworks, without the slightest falsehood, as if he was entangled by a hissing poisonous snake, as if he was pounced on by a hungry wolf, as if the skin on his whole body was resisted by countless sharp blades.

"Thousands of demons are destroyed by spells, and thousands of ghosts die with the talisman...... Huahuo silently recited the incantation, and flicked his fingers at the golden lotus beside him. The golden lotus shook in unison, and the flower body burst out, turning into a torrent of golden talismans, circling the body that merged into the fireworks. She winked at Sun Suhe, who was standing on the spot, and then suddenly rose into the sky, and swooped straight into the air in the southeast under the cover of the fire dragon.

A loud thunderous bang broke out in the air in an instant, and Mr. Painting was covered in fire, and he broke through the fog and fell to the ground in embarrassment. The fireworks did not drag the mud and water, and directly and cleanly pursued the victory, and the nine fire dragons were like thunder, chasing down, and they were about to bombard Mr. Painting in the air, at this time, many puppet soldiers in the fog suddenly appeared in front of Mr. Painting like ghosts, forming a soldier city wall, and stubbornly blocked the attack and killing of the fireworks. The two puppet soldiers who remained on the ground used their hands as big as a fan to support Mr. Painting's body with one hand and his back with the other, steadily dissipating the impact of the fall and catching Mr. Painting.

"You were shaken just now!" Hanabi also fell to the ground, and gradually approached Mr. Painting, she attacked with words, and continued to chase and fight. "I'm a little disappointed, how about being a little serious?"

"You're looking for your own death, don't blame me for dying when you lose. Mr. Painting shook the flames on his body, and said slowly word by word, his cold tone was full of irrepressible anger, and he finally became angry.