Blood spilled from the corners of Hong Fan's eye sockets.

He had never been so explosive in his output of the Sand World True Element.

"Tuk."

The sword finger in the right hand, the onomatopoeia in the mouth.

The sand knife shot diagonally and hit his opponent's dangling left calf.

The buzzing sound spread across both sides of the strait, stabbing Jiang Wenbai with a spirit.

This time, Djinn's defenses no longer worked.

The golden sand thread pierced Su Peifeng's calf, bringing out powdery bone residue.

A muffled grunt of pain.

Then, Hong Fan heard the breathtaking sound of drums.

It was the djinn's heartbeat.

"Drink!"

With a long whistle, Su Peifeng pulled out another three inches of his body.

Cracks emerge in the solidified sand.

Hong Fan's hair stood upside down and rolled out on his side.

The bridge deck shook.

That foot finally stepped down.

Dust storms.

The djinn's wounds erupted with a mist of blood, staining the surroundings.

Two feet away, Hong Fan slowly got up, gasping for breath.

Since the beginning of this fight, every fight has been at the limit of his reflexes and output.

So much so that the boundaries between life and death blur with time.

The sky was full of sand and rain.

Su Peifeng was covered in devastation and turned to look.

The sound of tooth-aching bones grinding sounded.

Hong Fan followed the prestige, looked at the wound on his opponent's left calf, and squirmed, forcibly immobilizing the broken shin.

Su Pei stepped like thunder and pressed again.

"Hong Fan, you're tired."

He hissed, and the Giant Spirit Xiang Zhenyuan was as active as a boil.

"But the red-faced god doesn't get tired."

The oppressive attack came like a tidal wave.

Hong Fan wandered around, full of dangers, and seemed to stubbornly inflict useless blows.

After more than ten rounds of scorching, he cut out four more bloody wounds.

But if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.

After cutting the fifth opening, Su Peifeng seized the opportunity to unleash a long punch.

Hong Fan's sense of distance has always been outstanding.

So far in the fight, he has long been familiar with the distance of his opponent's blows.

[Retreat and lean back, this punch will stop at my chest half an inch.] 】

Hong Fan's mind is like ice, and his thoughts flow like a clear spring.

Then, he watched Su Peifeng's joints take the initiative to dislocate, and his arm span skyrocketed by three inches.

In the limit, Hong Fan twisted his waist and displaced, but it was still not enough.

The fist bone is imprinted an inch into the right shoulder.

The sound of bone cracking is dense.

Jun En was thrown high and flew high.

Su Peifeng had already seen the chance to win, roared angrily, stepped up and smashed his fist down.

Suddenly, countless ways to dodge flashed through Hong Fan's mind.

Time is too short, and reason is no longer enough to rely on.

As a result, his nature, which was wrapped in all kinds of thoughts, was exposed, and he chose to go straight to his edge.

Twist the soles of your feet horizontally to stop the retreat.

Hong Fan spun around and flew up, catching up with the punch.

Su Peifeng was very sure that he had hit his opponent.

However, it felt like hitting the wind – the linear velocity of the opponent's rotation in the same direction as the smashing fist nearly wiped out all the force.

[My turn.] 】

Float in the air, think moving.

Hong Fan stretched his left arm, grabbed Su Peifeng's wrist, and pulled it up with strength.

In a dizzying moment, his toes stepped onto the back of the djinn's hand.

The fist hits the rock face.

Xianzun bridge pattern did not move at all, and it also used the strongest shock.

Su Peifeng stiffened uncontrollably for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hong Fan jumped on the giant's shoulder, flipped upside down with his hands, and caught Jun Eunzhong in the air.

The knife flashed, and he spun to the ground.

"Hoo ......"

Hong Fan took three steps back and suppressed the pain with a long deep breath.

Beneath his torn clothes, his shoulders were swollen and black.

The sound of string breaking suddenly began at this time.

The blood light on Su Peifeng's back burst out, opening a knife wound that was more than a meter long.

This is the result of Jun's grace and talent.

With the help of the star, Su Peifeng checked his physical condition in an instant.

The right latissimus dorsi and trapezius muscles were mostly broken, and the rhomboidis muscle suffered a minor injury.

The plasma flowed down like a cascade, staining half of the giant's body bright red.

So far, the blood he has shed is full of battles and is incalculable.

The true element urges, and the broken meat stubble immediately kinks with each other to restore its basic function.

"A mere ...... knife wounds"

Su Peifeng turned around and stood upright, but he felt dizzy before he made a declaration.

This made him feel alien to his body.

After the self-appointed star was in position, he never felt tired once he activated his abilities.

Unless the True Element is exhausted, the Djinn's physical strength will be endless.

"How did you do that?"

Su Peifeng was stunned for a moment and looked at Hong Fan.

"Jun Enzhong is a poisonous blade, its poisonous name is 'impermanence', forged into the metal blade, no need to quench."

Hong Fan replied.

"A penetrating martial artist only needs to be hit by a knife, and he can't last more than half an hour."

"I've been waiting for you to poison the hair."

At this point in the battle, there was no need for him to hide it.

"I see."

Su Peifeng was stunned when he heard this.

"Impermanence, it turned out to be impermanence."

He muttered the name of the toxin in a daze, and tears flowed from his red eyes.

"Ha, it's impermanence that kills you......"

Su Peifeng gritted his teeth and dragged his body to fight again.

But at this moment, the djinn was sluggish, and he was no longer able to break free of the quicksand at his feet.

Two more thunders.

Hong Fan held the blade of the knife with his left hand and cut off Su Peifeng's two hamstrings.

The giant lost his balance and fell to the ground on his back.

The pale golden sky and blackened clouds occupied Su Peifeng's scattered vision.

There was a small grinding sound from the side, perhaps clothes or grit rubbing against the stone surface, about to deliver a fatal blow.

He should have cast his eyes, but he was not interested.

[Is this the end of the path of the red-faced god?] 】

Su Peifeng thought to himself.

His mind seemed to be clear and cloudy, and he didn't know where it was for a while, so he instinctively looked for the narrow coffin with his eyes.

But when I turned my face and looked beyond the bridge railing, I only saw a haze.

It was twilight at dusk, and swarms of mist-like flying ants in the air.

The sound of flapping wings merges into a buzz.

Su Peifeng watched and listened, and suddenly felt that the twilight and hum turned into a curtain, covering his life.

[Spring twilight, we are all outlied......]

He looked at the flying ants and relaxed.

Four years ago, amid the buzz of today, he collapsed in the ring of the Golden Magnetic Gate.

A glimpse of red erupts with crazy love.

Four years later, the turbid love that was once chased like a trapped beast finally became clear.

This love is not just love.

It is torture;

It is a calamity;

It is a rose that draws blood from a wound and grows;

It's a butterfly flying out of the skull's eyes......

[Little fish, this ending is not bad, right? ] 】

Su Peifeng used his last strength to take out the gold chain and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Hong Fan, please send me to her."

He said with a smile and in a breathless voice, exiting the Djinn Phase.

Hong Fan was silent.

He stepped forward with Jun Eun, who was full of gaps, and knelt on one knee beside Su Peifeng, stabbing hard.

The silver blade pierces the heart.

Release the five fingers.

Twisted gold chains fall into quicksand of the same color.

At this moment, Hong Fan seemed to hear the sound of the wind breaking the clouds.

He saw the blinding golden light rise into the sky like lightning, through the clouds and towards the east.

In the spirit platform, a dragon soul fruit quickly manifested.

Hong Fan did not draw his sword, but picked up the gold chain.

When he got up again, the Xianzun Bridge had been drowned out by the loud cheers.

Along the Yao River, in the light of ten thousand candles.

The voices are revealed.

"Tianjiao, Tianjiao......"

The call sign was like thunder and wind, and it became a tide and pressed over the river.

Hong Fan looked at the countless beating faces, and his eyes were in a trance, and he didn't know the north and the south.

[Yes, I defeated the Pride of the List. 】

He thought in a daze, and looked out of the sky.

The sunset is dead.

Only the clouds are clustered, holding the moon.

There seems to be a relief.

There was no joy.

pS: The design of Su Peifeng's character resembles Hong Fan's mirror.

first his birth, his experience, and then at the same time, he faced the absurd and sudden death of the people around him, and the revenge that he was forced to carry out and was destined to be inconclusive.

Su Peifeng didn't feel that he was wrong, and he couldn't hate Ao Zhixian, so he was deeply punished; But he also understands that Hong Fan should not bear all the responsibility for the death of his fiancée.

The same is true for Hong Fan, who can realize the "coincidence" behind Zhan Yuanzi's assassination, in which the Ao family is nothing more than a pawn.

But that's all they can do.

In the final battle, when the poison of impermanence broke out, I suddenly felt that they had reached a mutual understanding.

This also echoes the original "Tiger Mirror".

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