"Fire Dance Fan Flame!" a low cry of fire flashed out, and countless fan-shaped flames flew out of the staff.

The fan flame grew in the wind, and in a moment, the fan flame stretched to more than half a meter long in the strong wind, and the air was distorted by the high temperature to reveal a pitch-black vacuum.

With the previous lesson, Anlit put away a little contempt, firmly locked Gu Qingquan, waved his staff to manipulate Fan Yan, and flew towards Gu Qingquan deftly in the gap of the wind, as if he was alive.

The red-robed man standing in the distance sighed slightly and shook his head, his own student, has no talent for the fire element, but he has not experienced any actual combat experience, he is just a strong throwing spell, and he does not know the use of tactics at all, although the power of the spell is not small, he still suffered a small loss under Gu Qingquan.

On the other hand, Gu Qingquan saw that although the cultivation level of the move was lower than that of Anlit, he had always been comfortable and reserved. It's good to hone Anlit in this way, and I have time to rescue myself anyway.

Hehe, is it only you who will take advantage of the situation? Gu Qingquan sneered, and then retreated a few steps. Feeling the frequency of the surrounding wind oscillations, the blessing of the weak water thousand blows sank down the whole body, little by little, a little bit of fusion in the wind.

Anlit, who was standing not far away, was shocked in his heart, and found that under his preoccupation with the lock, he still lost the breath of Gu Qingquan, but in his sight, Gu Qingquan was still standing there, but he couldn't feel any of his breath at all.

Gu Qingquan gently closed his eyes and thought about something, and the two water dragons burst out of thin air with his thoughts. The next moment, he was broken into two by the attacking fan flame, but it did not shatter into a splash in the sky, but like Gu Qingquan, it blended into the wind under the unique shock of a thousand blows of weak water.

Anlit manipulated Fan Yan to slash towards Gu Qingquan from all angles through the gap in the wind, but no matter which angle Fan Yan attacked from, there would be several water dragons blocking Fan Yan. Suddenly, more than a dozen fan flames attacked Gu Qingquan from all directions at the same time, but he saw a burst of spiritual energy ripples around Gu Qingquan's body, and the whole person floated out like a piece of paper along the gap in the wind.

Over time, a hint of irritation appeared on Anlat's face. Gu Qingquan's face also became more and more pale because of a large amount of consumption.

"A vase is a vase, a master raised in a greenhouse, he has the cultivation realm of the Spirit King, but he does not have the combat power of the Spirit King!" Ye Ziyi stood on the side, glanced at Anlit in disgust and whispered, "But Brother Qingquan completely integrated his breath into the wind, how did he do it?"

Although I can completely integrate my own breath into the grass and trees, I am a wood attribute. How did he, a person with a water attribute, fuse into another attribute? While fluctuating the bowstring in his hand, while paying attention to Gu Qingquan, Ye Ziyi was full of doubts, and at the same time, he was also full of pride.

Looking at Gu Qingquan impatiently, the indifference on his face made Anlit inexplicably mad, and the fire yuan power all over his body burst out violently, and circles of flames continued to burst out.

"Aren't you still dead?" After attacking for a long time but seeing Gu Qingquan still standing there immaculate, Anlat raised his staff in anger and roared, and the entire space suddenly stagnated, as if it was covered with a light red veil, and the people around him all moved in unison and withdrew a few steps, and beads of sweat from the pores instantly drilled out. The red fire element force was close to materialization, forming a ring about one meter in diameter above Anrito's staff.

With the strong wind in the air, the hot breath surged like waves of the sea, becoming more and more scorching. Under the pressure of the heat, the air became more and more sticky. The few remaining people in the courtyard looked at Anlit in amazement, as if he were an erupting volcano, and the scorching magma quickly submerged and solidified itself!

Still with his eyes closed, the bean-sized drops of sweat had already dripped down Gu Qingquan's somewhat pale cheeks, and before they could fall to the ground, they were evaporated by the heat wave in the air.

Ye Ziyi looked at Mu Linfeng a little anxiously, hoping that he could capture Abe for the time being, stop the release of the wind spell and settle the account in the future, Anlit's fire attribute was too dominant in the wind, but Mu Linfeng's waving hands did not have the slightest tendency to stop, but swung faster and faster.

The red-robed man's powerful soul perception has always been paying attention to the courtyard, feeling more and more wind yuan power in the air, and a bad premonition has inexplicably risen in his heart.

The temperature was still rising in a straight line, except for the red-robed people and Abe and Mu Linfeng, who were above the three king-level realms, everyone stopped fighting and sat weakly in place, even if the enemy was sitting next to him, as long as he moved his fingers, he could put the other party to death, and no one moved.

The water in the whole body is losing at a terrifying rate, and if you continue to stay in this high temperature for a while, I am afraid that it will be ripe.

Just when everyone was scorching hot, the rising heat suddenly stopped. The infinitely close to the materialization of the fire element force drew a series of mysterious runes in the ring, and the scorching aura quickly disappeared with the formation of the runes.

It was still scorching hot, and at this time it entered the ice and snow. It was as if all the heat within a radius of ten miles had been absorbed by this mysterious rune.

"Magic ......" stared blankly at the fire-colored ring floating above the staff, and Ye Ziyi muttered as if she had lost her soul.

"Enjoy the feeling of your soul trembling and destroying in the flames! Flame Hell!" because of the torment, the process seems to be very long, but in fact it is only half a minute. Anlit looked at Gu Qingquan, who was still indifferent, and held the staff in both hands as if holding a huge object, and swung forward violently.

The fire-colored ring lit up a dazzling burst of fire, and the red and purple flames poured out like a flood that had broken the gates, and under the impetus of the violent wind, a monstrous wave surged towards the ancient clear spring, and the even hotter temperature instantly invaded the entire mansion, and all the metal in the courtyard was steaming hot, and gradually softened.

Everywhere he went, everything was burned to ashes, and even the purple-clothed and black-clothed guards standing behind Anlit snorted and were churning with blood. This scorching flame, through the air, seems to burn the soul of a man. The two purple-clothed men were already beaten and dying, and at the moment when the Flame Hell erupted, their feet kicked and whimpered.

Gu Qingquan's white figure was like a leaf falling in the sea in front of the monstrous waves of the sea of fire. The heat was rising, and the clothes on his body lit up a ball of sparks from time to time, leaving a few points of jet black. Jet-black eyebrows and hair also began to curl, emitting a pungent burning smell.

In the majestic fire element power, a few bits of water were buried in an instant, and Gu Qingquan was about to be swallowed by the sea of fire.

"Brother Qingquan, hide!" With an anxious cry, Ye Ziyi's slender body flew up in the air, and a touch of water green flew in the pale red sea, like a fire cloud fairy stepping on the vast sea of fire.

"Stand down!" His eyes opened suddenly, Gu Qingquan let out a low snort, and a deep blue light burst out all over his body.

PS: Someone forgot the setting, see here:

Warrior Rank: Samurai, Great Samurai, Martial Master, Martial King, Martial Honor, Martial Saint, Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor.

Warlock Level: Warlock, Grand Karcist, Warlock, Spirit King, Spirit Venerable, Spirit Saint, Spirit Emperor, Spirit Emperor.

Each stage is further divided into nine star ratings.

Exercises and equipment: low-level, intermediate, high-level, king-level, epic-level, god-level

Spirit Beasts: Earth-level, heaven-level, king-level, silver-level, gold-level, and royal level