The two players who appeared in the seventh duel were good at fire and water spells respectively, and it can be said that they were opponents in chess, and they were equal.

Water and fire are two forms of mutual restraint, both in terms of their properties and uses, they are competing with each other, and they are on diametrically opposed sides.

But the colors of the two are red and blue, and together they have an extraordinary beauty, which looks like a rich and colorful painting, gorgeous and eye-catching.

Just like the ghost mirage and Kaiyang, standing on the stage, one is glowing with red light, the other is glowing with blue light, doing nothing, just standing is painting.

Following the first round of the deadlock, Kaiyang took the lead and took advantage of the residual heat of the Fire Cloud Spell he had just cast to cast the Samadhi True Fire.

Samadhi True Fire is a rare and pure fire in the world, containing abundant flame power, not only in bright colors, but also in the heat it emits.

The pure and rich power of the flames in the fire seemed to be used to restrain the water-attribute species, and for them it was a terrifying killing weapon.

When the monsters saw the Samadhi True Fire, as if they had seen a talisman, they took a few steps backwards in unison, avoiding the danger they had imagined but would never come.

Even Yixin, who is not a water attribute, complained to Huaiwei that he felt a little uncomfortable after seeing this fire, which shows that this samadhi real fire is really powerful.

The ghost mirage looked at the Samadhi True Fire, and the ghost qi on his body seemed to have a tendency to retreat, as if he was afraid of being burned by the breath of this powerful flame.

The opponent had already made a move, and the gorgeous Samadhi True Fire was wrapped in a scorching aura towards the mirage, and it was about to touch the outermost layer of ghost qi on his body.

At this time, the ghost mirage had obviously been shocked by Kaiyang's extraordinary samadhi true fire, and some of them couldn't react.

It wasn't until the scorching aura of Samadhi's true fire and innocence had ignited the outermost ghost aura of the mirage that he reacted, shook suddenly, and cast the corresponding resistance spell.

I only heard the mirage's somewhat panicked voice sound, and with a little hurry, he said four words tremblingly: "Extremely cold snow water." ”

As soon as the words fell, a stream of water poured out of the mirage's hands, and the icy aura quickly spread to every corner of the ring, restraining the burning sensation of the samadhi true fire.

"Comfortable!" The youkai, who had been forced to breathe a little by the scorching heat of the Samadhi True Fire, sighed and approached the mirage as if they had been redeemed.

As soon as the extremely cold snow water summoned by the ghost mirage met the true fire of the open sun, it immediately steamed into white smoke, drowning the mirage's figure in the middle.

The white smoke quickly occupied the ring, but in the blink of an eye, the smoke filled the ring, and the stage had become a "fairyland" of clouds and clouds.

Kaiyang stood proudly, his face revealing the arrogance of the others, and a pair of eyes reflected the red light of the true fire of Samadhi, which looked bright.

Flames surged toward the mirage, confronting the extremely cold snow water he had summoned, evaporating it into white steam at a scorching heat.

The heat slowly dissipated, and because of the humidity brought by the evaporation of water, the humidity of the air in Pangu Mountain increased a lot, and it appeared dense and humid.

The monsters don't mind this change, and they can even say that they like it a little, after all, most of them are water-based species, and they love water and wetness.

White gas kept surging in mid-air, and if the confrontation between the Samadhi True Fire and the Extremely Cold Snow Water continued, the water vapor would envelop the entire arena.

The water vapor in the air condenses to a certain extent, and it may form a small rain in a small area in the ring.

The ghost mirage's extremely cold snow water does not seem to have a restraining effect on the samadhi true fire, so much time has passed, and the flame has not shown the slightest sign of abating, but his extremely cold snow water has been consumed a lot, and the steaming and churning mist in the stands can be seen, which must have consumed a lot of ghost power of the mirage.

"Gods, I know that this Samadhi True Fire is a rare pure yang fire in the world, and it is a great disaster that is difficult to resist for both water-attribute beings and practitioners of water-based spells, and even I feel very uncomfortable facing it." As if remembering the feeling of being depressed when he saw the Samadhi True Fire just now, Yixin's brows furrowed, he closed his eyes and felt the coolness and warmth of the extremely cold snow water, exhaled comfortably, and asked Huai Wei suspiciously, "What is the origin of this extremely cold snow water?" ”

"Extremely cold snow water, as the name suggests, is taken from the land of extreme cold." Huai Wei explained to Yixin the source of the extremely cold snow water, "The Jinwu clan is very afraid of this extremely cold water. ”

"It turned out to be foreign, I thought it was cultivated by the ghost mirage himself, isn't the Samadhi True Fire obtained from cultivation? At this level, the extremely cold snow water is much shorter than the Samadhi True Fire, and the height is immediate. Yixin stated his initial guess and came to a conclusion about who was stronger and who was weaker between the Samadhi True Fire and the Extreme Cold Snow Water.

Huai Wei didn't agree with Yixin's judgment, and only heard her say coldly: "Although the Samadhi True Fire is cultivated, there are also quality levels of upper, middle and lower. ”

"How?" Yixin didn't know that the Samadhi True Fire had a quality grading at all, so he immediately asked Huai Wei.

"The reason why the true fire of samadhi is called samadhi is because it has three levels: upper, middle and lower, and there are three levels: upper, middle, and lower. The highest level is the King's Fire, also known as the Divine Fire, which originates from the heart, does not burn anything, and is invincible, as far as I know, only Emperor Yan has ever cultivated the highest level of Divine Fire. As for the fire of the middle ambiguity, it is the fire of the courtiers, that is, the essence fire, which is condensed by the essence qi, although the strength is somewhat different from the legendary fire of the upper ambiguity, but the power is also inclusive and underestimated, and the power of the flame is enough to burn the creatures of the water attribute and the dark species. The last category is the fire of the people, which is also called the fire of the people. The power of this fire is greatly reduced, and it is no different from ordinary flames, if anything, that is, the fire of obscurity cannot be extinguished by ordinary water. Huaiwei explained in detail.

Yixin quickly accepted Huai Wei's statement, and immediately asked, "What level of Samadhi True Fire did Kaiyang cultivate?" ”

"What do you say?" Huai Wei did not answer the rhetorical question.

"I don't think this kind of powerful flame is like the inferior fire you said, and I feel panicked when I look at it. In my opinion, this is the fire of ambiguity. Yixin gave a guess.

"Not bad." Huai Wei nodded and explained Yixin's guess, "The fire of the inferior is generally cultivated by the monks of the human world, and the immortal clan has basically reached the strength of cultivating the fire of the middle of the ignorance, and it is impossible to cast the fire of the inferior people." Of course, it is impossible for a mere immortal clan to cast the fire of obscurity. ”

"Yes, yes, if this is really the fire of the heavens, then there won't be so much white mist, and anyone who touches the fire will dissipate without a trace." As soon as Yixin opened his mouth, he would eat a cloud of white mist floating from the ring, wrapped in thick water vapor, like drinking a small sip of water, although it was harmless to the body, it didn't matter if he ate some, but he just felt that these white mist made the events in the ring blurry, making him unreal, which made him feel very uncomfortable, so he complained to Huaiwei: "Shenhu, does the battle between ice and fire have to be so fanfare?" I can't mean it, I'm about to turn Pangu Mountain into a fairy palace. ”

"You ask me, who do I ask? Both of them wanted to show off their abilities, scrambling to cast spells, and they didn't care who was watching the game, they only had victory or defeat in their eyes. Huai Wei also couldn't appreciate the "hazy beauty" in front of her, and said a few words impatiently, and then kept silent.

He didn't understand why Huai Wei had such a big grievance, until he saw those white mist coming and going in her empty soul, swimming rampantly like entering a no-man's land, he understood a little bit of the reason for Huai Wei's resentment, and comforted him without fear of death: "Shenhu, don't worry, these mist are very suitable for your temperament." ”

"What temperament?" Huai Wei, who was already very irritable, listened to Yixin's words, and her heart was even more depressed, and she didn't feel comforted at all, and asked Yixin through gritted teeth.

"The temperament of a god." He also responded as a matter of course, looking at the mischievous white mist with interest.

Huai Wei didn't bother to respond to Yixin's teasing, just dodging the seemingly white mist to prevent them from getting close to her, but to little avail.

The battle between the Ghost Mirage and Kaiyang continued, the confrontation between the Extremely Cold Snow Water and the Samadhi True Fire was still ongoing, and the white water vapor was still pouring down from the ring.

Huai Wei was extremely angry, and stretched out her hand to disperse the mist that lingered around her, but she was in a state of divine soul at this time, and her hands were also void, and they didn't work at all.

Yixin saw Huai Wei's annoyed appearance, and watched gloatingly on the side, and did not come forward to help, it was really because Huai Wei's appearance was too rare.

In the end, it was the indifferent Immortal Emperor who came to help, only to see his sleeves shake, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the mist that was entangled with Huaiwei.

"Thank you." Huai Wei bluntly thanked the Immortal Emperor and glared angrily at Yixin, who was standing by.

"The gods don't have to be polite, why bother with a gesture?" The Immortal Emperor was very humble, smiling like a warm wind in spring.

Seeing the Immortal Emperor make a move and getting Huai Wei's angry gaze, he realized that he seemed to have done an extremely stupid thing just now, and shouted in anticipation: "Shenhu." ”

Huai Wei turned a deaf ear, as if she didn't hear Yixin's shouts at all, so she hung him like that, completely ignoring his shouts, obviously still angry.

Yixin realized the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly walked a few steps to Huaiwei's side, thinking about getting closer to her and being close to her.

Huai Wei didn't buy it at all, and when Yixin entered, she retreated, always keeping the distance between her and Yixin above her arms.

Yixin was sullen at Huaiwei's behavior of ignoring him, and even the fierce competition on the stage could not arouse his interest.