"What, the senior brother actually practiced Changhong Guanri out of a three-star bead, this ...... How is this possible, his cultivation can only gather the sixfold Yuan Realm! ”

A burst of exclamations suddenly erupted among the disciples of the Yunlan Sect.

Changhong runs through the sun, the last of the six styles of Yunlan, and it is also the strongest one.

As the name suggests, the caster urges the spiritual power in the body to gather the "phantom sun" scene at the front end of the magic weapon, and then the magic weapon merges into it, and in the dazzling light, it quickly shoots the enemy.

This move is closely related to the cultivator's cultivation, and the more profound the caster's cultivation, the more illusory suns will appear and the bigger it will be.

When practicing to the ultimate realm, you can create up to five phantom suns, all of which are the size of meteors, and a single blow can open the clouds and split the sun, destroying the city and destroying the earth.

However, just when everyone was stunned, the sudden sound of "birdsong" in the air woke everyone up.

"Chirp! Chirp! Tweet ......"

I saw Qin Wushuang's fists swinging out one after another, and the flames generated by the friction between the high-speed fist and the air were wrapped in shock waves, attacking Li Beifeng like a storm of fire and rain.

"That's ...... Peacock? ”

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Qin Wushuang, who was emitting green energy swaying like flames around him, was already like a peacock proudly opening the screen and attacking his opponent.

"Boom!"

"Boom"

"Boom ......"

In just this moment, the streamer transformed by the "Rainbow Through the Sun" collided with the endless flame fist waves that covered the sky and the sun.

Huge explosions came from the sky one after another, and scorching air currents tumbled down.

"Look, Senior Brother's Qingmang Sword is actually ...... Knocked back to its original form! ”

I don't know who let out an exclamation, drawing everyone's attention to the air again.

The streamer, which was originally as dazzling as the sun, was hit by the flame fist wave again and again, its speed decreased sharply, and the light gradually dimmed, and finally it was scattered in all directions, turning back to the original appearance of the Qingmang Sword.

At the same time, Li Beifeng, who had been casting spells below, suddenly turned red, and then his body shook, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

And the attacks from the air did not stop.

Like a lonely boat, the Qingmang Sword drifted helplessly in the storm of fire and rain, and soon became dim.

"Click!"

After a clear sound, the Qingmang Sword shattered into several pieces in the rain of fire and fell to the ground.

"No, no, no!!"

Looking at the destruction of the divine soldiers who had accompanied him for many years, Li Beifeng's eyes suddenly became extremely red, and his eyes were completely split.

The hatred for Qin Wushuang in his heart can only be described as "monstrous".

But before he could speak, a storm of fire and rain was already coming at him.

The overwhelming wave of flame fists instantly covered a range of ten meters around Li Beifeng's body, and he carried out endless indiscriminate attacks.

Frightened, everyone fled in confusion, for fear that they would be hit by the strange flames.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

…

The sound of the impact was incessant, and there was no intention of stopping.

Everyone looked at the field with a frightened expression, and a cold feeling instantly surged up from everyone's spine, and then looked at Qin Wushuang's eyes in the air, which was already full of fear.

This...... Still human?

However, it didn't take long for a terrible and trembling roar to come from the field.

"Stop, you little bastard, stop me!"

At the center of the fire and rain storm, Li Beifeng, who had already curled up into a ball and squatted on the ground, had long since lost his previous calmness on his face.

Just now, the shield of light that had been protecting him began to dim and blur.

And the shield ring on his tail finger, the faint golden light on it also began to fade.

He knew that this was a prelude to the imminent expiration of the shield ring.

This low-grade talisman spirit weapon, which could resist the fatal blow of the fifth level of the Spirit Infant Realm, actually showed signs of collapse and failure under the fist of Qin Wushuang, a mortal.

How is this possible?

The shadow of death instantly enveloped Li Beifeng, making this son of a family who had always been high in the sky feel extremely frightened.

Under the trend of fear, he first roared and cursed hoarsely, but then wept bitterly and wailed.

At this moment, the dazzling aura of face, identity, family status, etc., which once shrouded him, all lost their effect.

Because, in the face of death, all men are equal!!

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, who will save me!"

Li Beifeng's wail seemed so insignificant in the loud explosion, as if he had once felt that mortals were as insignificant as ants.

"Click......

An unusually piercing crisp sound came into his ears, and Li Beifeng's red eyes widened, and he looked at the tiny cracks that appeared on the light shield in horror.

As soon as the crack appeared, it quickly spread and expanded, and soon, it was like a spider web all over the entire light shield.

"Smack!"

The shield shattered, and the fist of fire fell.

"Don't, don't!!"

Li Beifeng let out a terrible wail, and a hot current surged under him, this son of the family, the sect Tianjiao, was actually scared to pee!

However, just when the disciples of the Yunlan Sect looked sideways and couldn't bear to look directly at the tragic death of their senior brother, a thunderous shout was heard, and the powerful and incomparable coercion instantly covered the audience.

"Presumptuous, who is the demon, you dare to hurt my Yunlan Sect disciple!"

At the same time, Li Beifeng suddenly won a big blue light in front of him.

A blue spirit force was like a stream of water, revolving rapidly around his body.

Immediately after that, the blue light flashed, and the water gushed out, instantly turning into a semi-circular arc cover, enveloping Li Beifeng in it.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang ......"

The sound of explosions rang out one after another, but after the original powerful flame fist wave hit the blue water cover, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, only causing ripples and curling green smoke on it, but it could not break it.

"Hmph, such a small skill of carving insects, you dare to be presumptuous in my Yunlan Sect?"

With a flash of blue light, an old man in a blue robe suddenly appeared in front of Li Beifeng, with his wide sleeves slamming in the direction of Qin Wushuang.

"Whew!"

A powerful tornado roared out, actually shaving the cheeks of Qin Wushuang, who was still casting "towards the peacock" in the air, and his body also took a few steps back.

"It's so strong!"

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one!

The blue-robed old man stopped the peacock with a wave of his hand, and also used a coercion to lock Qin Wushuang to prevent him from escaping.

Qin Wushuang immediately knew that there was a huge gap in strength between the two, and he couldn't help but stare at each other with a sense of vigilance, and secretly calculated a way out of the predicament in his heart.

"It's Elder Ge Ye!"

"Great, Elder Ge is here, Senior Brother is saved!"

When everyone saw the blue-robed old man, their faces showed joy.

After Nalan Yanran hesitated for a moment, she stepped forward rashly, forcibly endured the pungent smell of urine, and stretched out her hand to help Li Beifeng, who was a little stunned.

"Senior Brother Sadness, are you okay?"