A silver spear seemed to be alive in Long Yunfeng's hands, just like a silver dragon, stabbing at Liu Huan's vital point, and the cold breath cooled down the heat on Liu Huan's body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Long Yunfeng's combat power is definitely the top in the late stage of the Golden Immortal, but his opponent is even more very human, Liu Huan, who was already a Taiyi Golden Immortal a thousand years ago, although his strength has declined now, his eyesight and experience are still there.

Liu Huan's body was surrounded by firelight, and the crimson robe was like a flame formation, as if the god of fire was alive, and a flame python on a fiery red spirit sword continued to shoot out, dyeing half of the sky red.

Liu Huan turned the spirit sword in his hand, pinched a magic trick, and the fire behind him suddenly flourished, and the long sword swung out, and suddenly a sea of fire shrouded Long Yunfeng.

"This is the Holy Fire of Fire Virtue, and the Patriarch is mighty. The Fire Virtue Sect disciples below looked at the flames thrown by Liu Huan and shouted excitedly, in their tones, it seemed that Long Yunfeng had become a turtle in an urn, at the mercy of others.

The Fire Virtue Sect Leader was afraid, that young man was able to fight with the ancestor to this point, but fortunately he didn't make a move just now.

"Three flavors are really hot. Long Yunfeng sneered, it's a pity, the Sanwei True Fire is a relatively powerful flame, if Liu Huan's strength is a big realm higher than him, there is no way, it's a pity that it is not enough to deal with him at the same level now.

The spear stabbed out, and Long Yunfeng set off a large flood behind him, like a crazy ocean, water and fire were handed over, and a large area of water vapor was burned dry and bubbled out, and Long Yunfeng flew towards Liu Huan.

If it is Samadhi True Fire, Long Yunfeng is not an opponent, he can only sit and wait there to die, but these three flavors of True Fire, although it is only a difference, is the difference between heaven and earth

Seeing that the sea of fire was broken, Liu Huan's face turned pale, Long Yunfeng had never been put in his eyes before this, he only thought that it was a small role that could be solved casually, but he never thought that today's small role had reached the point where he could confront himself. Thinking that he was beaten into the house by Long Yunfeng in full view of everyone before, Liu Huan's face was even more pale.

The divine sense swept away the disciples and grandchildren who were watching under him, Liu Huan was even more anxious in his heart, if he didn't solve this kid quickly, even if he defeated him, he would lose face.

Unlike Long Yunfeng, this is the place where the Huode Sect is his, and the location and people are his. Liu Huan's hand formed a sword point, and the fiery red spirit sword flew straight into the sky, with a raging flame, and the flames contained in the volcano for hundreds of years rose into the sky.

The scorching wind is even more of a threat to life, a thick coercion, and if you are not careful, it will be the end of the fire cult disciples who are even more surprised when they look at this scene, and they can't even speak, and look at this scene in shock.

Long Yunfeng's face was grim and solemn, holding a silver spear, looking at this overwhelming sea of fire, hundreds of years of accumulation coupled with Liu Huan's powerful mana, it was not easy to deal with. But Long Yunfeng didn't retreat, he could only enter now, and the first lesson Yang Jian taught him was that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

The dragon cloud wind rushed into the sky, and his whole body was shrouded in a blue light condensed by mana, and the appearance of a dragon's head faintly appeared on the head of the spear, and the sound of a dragon's groan sounded.

"Look for death. Seeing that Long Yunfeng did not flee but took the initiative to attack, Liu Huan's face flashed with disdain, the long sword was like a rainbow, and he took the long sword in his hand and hit Long Yunfeng with the flames in the sky.

The collision of water and fire, the silver spear and the fire sword attacked fiercely, and the whirring hot wind attacked Long Yunfeng, Long Yunfeng gritted his teeth and desperately stabbed out a shot.

A white figure fell from the sky, Long Yunfeng fell heavily on the ground and lifted pieces of dust, looking embarrassed, the snow-white clothes were now scorched, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Little White Dragon, if you don't tie your hands yet, for the sake of Nian'er's father, the Dragon King of the West Sea, this immortal can spare your life and go to heaven with this immortal to wait for trial. Liu Huan stood in the air and shouted, he was not good-looking at the moment, although his face was fine, there was a muzzle wound on his waist, and there was blood flowing at the moment. In the attack just now, he was not unscathed, Long Yunfeng was in the face of strong flames, and he used his spear to leave a mark on him.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill Long Yunfeng, but the key is that now, he doesn't dare to kill, as an immortal who has cultivated for thousands of years, Liu Huan is life-sparing, he doesn't have an indissolubling deep hatred with Long Yunfeng, and one Long Yunfeng is not enough for him to pay the price of serious injury.

"If you want to fight, you will fight, and talk less nonsense. Long Yunfeng carried the spear, his eyes were resolute and cold, and the blood flowing in his veins made him continue to fight.

"I don't know what to do. Liu Huan said angrily, clenching the long sword in his hand, he didn't think that Long Yunfeng could beat him from beginning to end, but he didn't want to pay that price, but now he had to do so.

The long sword swung out a red sword arc, Long Yunfeng's face remained unchanged, and the spear wrapped in a layer of water film stabbed away, hitting the weak point of the sword arc, with a soft click, the sword arc shattered, Long Yunfeng stepped forward again, and fought with Liu Huan.

The spear is swaying, it is blood, and it is also heroic, Long Yunfeng suddenly understood why Yang Jian said that it was a pity that he did not cultivate martial arts, because he found himself immersed in this kind of battle, whether it was blood or tears, he fought happily.

The blood in his body was boiling, Long Yunfeng felt that there was a supernatural force between heaven and earth at this moment to support him to continue fighting, the mana on his body was constantly decreasing, and even the blood was passing, and there was no longer the graceful elegance of the man in white, covered in blood, looking embarrassed and dirty, but the excitement in his eyes was not reduced at all, but became more and more intense.

The people of the dragon clan do not respect the heavens at the top, disrespect the ground at the bottom, and between the pitches, they are worthy of their lives. Even if there are millions of enemies, I will be the enemy alone!

The dragon clan is a fighting race, the dragon clan's magic power is the magic power of battle, the dragon clan is a fighting race fighting on the front line of the earth, using their bodies to resist the enemy's attack, arrogant, only the dragon who died in battle, and the dragon who did not surrender. At that time, there were countless enemies of the dragon clan, but even the enemies were mostly in awe of the dragon clan, and the dragon clan was the most desperate race.

Dragons are haughty. The dragon is also a natural emperor. Proud of the sky, proud of the common people, do not kneel to the sky, do not kneel to the ground, fight with demons, fight with immortals, and fight with heaven and earth, fighting is the fate of the dragon clan. This is also the real reason for the decline of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, the comfortable living environment makes the arrogance and bloodiness of the Dragon Clan gradually disappear, and how can the Dragon Clan who cannot fight and have no proud bones deserve to be called a Dragon Clan?

"Qiang"

A shot was stabbed, and there was a faint sound of breaking the sky, Long Yunfeng gradually got better, and even gradually mastered the situation of the battle, covered in blood, like crazy, and sometimes even used the crazy trick of injuring the enemy by eight hundred and losing one thousand, but it was precisely this crazy move that pressed Liu Huan, whose mana was still above Long Yunfeng, to the downwind, and the fiery red robe was torn like a street beggar, and the injuries on his body were not necessarily better than Long Yunfeng.

In the face of the crazy Long Yunfeng, Liu Huan unconsciously took a step back, and even the hand holding the sword trembled imperceptibly, and his courage began to chill.

From the very beginning, he didn't understand where Long Yunfeng's madness came from, did he really want to die? He didn't understand why Long Yunfeng, who had shed so much blood, could still have such a strong combat power, if it was an ordinary person, he would have greatly reduced his mana and let others slaughter him.

Liu Huan's experience is old-fashioned, and the thousand-year-old practice is not false, however, there are always outliers in the world, and the dragon clan is one of these outliers.

If the opponent is equally fearless and has a certain heart to die, or is too strong to be killed with one move, then the dragon's state will be useless. However, Liu Huan is neither, he may have had this strength thousands of years ago, but now he can't, as for the determination to die? Liu Huan is very desperate.

The fear of life is the real reason for Liu Huan's great reduction in combat power.

In the face of Liu Huan's ignorance, Long Yunfeng ignored it, he was still attacking frantically, he was immersed in a state of battle, he was completely forgetful at the moment, he had already prepared to go back before entering the Fire Virtue Sect, and his determination to die made him fearless, and he only entered the current realm.

The flames of battle were still burning, and the ice on the guns had not melted.