In the face of his sister's ridicule, the purple-clothed monk did not say a word, but raised his eyebrows in the direction of the two.

The Purple Friar then let out a lewd laugh as he dodged the surging crimson flames that struck him.

Su Yunyao's consciousness was fully opened, not giving the purple-clothed monk a chance to breathe, and the phoenix song bird in front of the Flame Sword spat out a series of flames from his mouth.

These flames were mixed with fist-sized fireballs, and if you looked closely, you would see that these fireballs were small phoenix songbirds curled up in a ball, and they would turn into sharp blades every time they approached the purple-clothed monk.

The scorching breath of fire in the air mingled with the crackling sound of burning and the laughter of the purple friar.

Compared to Su Yunyao's every move, the purple-clothed monk on the opposite side seemed to be playing, talking nonsense in his mouth, and every time he faced the sharp blade and the tongue of fire, he would use the flute in his hand to block out.

Inevitably, the Purple Friar's clothes were not so easy, and the clothes on his body were barely intact, but unexpectedly, the Purple Monk's coat burned out to reveal a set of purple armor.

After all, the flame emitted from Su Yunyao's flame was an extremely hot purple sun flame, this flame was not easy to extinguish if it did not touch the glacial water, and after burning through the coat, it could only be attached to the armor, but it could not be burned with the armor, and this armor was not refined by something.

There were a few pieces of cloth hanging from the outside of the purple monk's armor, as if he didn't care, and his face was light and his mouth was still saying some unbearable words.

To say that this purple-clothed monk's trick has worked against Su Yunyao, it can be said that he has used words to stimulate Su Yunyao over and over again, which can be described as a scheming, and on the other hand, he is fighting against Su Yunyao like a joke, which makes Su Yunyao's mind disturbed.

Su Yunyao, who was extremely angry, blushed, her breath was a little unstable, and the flames emitted were also a little crooked, as if she had been swept by a strong wind.

The purple-robed monk jumped from place to place to avoid the flames, and his mouth burst into a laugh of arrogance.

Su Yunyao settled down, and after looking at the unstable flame just now, she realized that she seemed to have fallen into the trap of the purple-clothed monk, but she also knew that the purple-clothed monk who seemed to be okay was not as good as it seemed.

Although the purple-clothed monk has armor and protection, the purple sun flame is not a mortal thing after all, and now the feeling of the disciple should be the herb that has been closed in the furnace, and the scorching breath will soon make him feel suffocated.

Thinking about it like this, coupled with the fact that she had stabilized her mind and decided not to be disturbed by outside words, Su Yunyao showed a shallow smile for the first time, like a spring breeze turning rain, gentle and gentle.

The purple-robed monk's face turned red, and his face was dripping with gray sweat, like mud, all over his face.

Just as Su Yunyao expected, he is indeed very sad now, although this armor can resist the attack of ordinary magic weapon spiritual power, but it can't help this burning flame, and now the temperature in the armor is constantly rising.

Now the purple-clothed monk in the air is covered with burning flames, and the purple armor and crimson flames on his body emit a dazzling and scorching light under the strong sunlight, and the purple-clothed monk's whole body is bathed in light and flames, like a burning fire man.

The body inside the armor became extremely hot, and there was a feeling that he was about to be burned in the next second, Su Yunyao's smile just now did not make the purple-clothed monk feel relaxed, but the whole person's face became more hideous and ruthless.

The purple-clothed monk finally stopped being indifferent, put away his playful expression, and stared at Su Yunyao fiercely with a pair of bloodshot eyes, feeling a little hateful, as if he was going to tear her apart in the next moment.

The first person to perceive the change of the purple-clothed monk may be Su Yunyao, the momentum of the monk on the opposite side has become very different, exuding a fierce and gloomy smell, Su Yunyao opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he met the fierce gaze of the purple-clothed monk, who knew that in the next moment, the purple-clothed monk's gaze became as gentle as water, and it spread over Su Yunyao's body little by little, and finally shook his head as if he was a little sorry, sighed lowly, licked his dry lips, and put the flute in his hand on his shoulder.

The flute was placed across the shoulder, the lips were on the flute, and the fingers were gently stroked on the hole at the top, and a series of rhythms scattered like rainbows.

Su Yunyao had a very bad premonition when the purple-clothed monk put the flute on his shoulder, although the attack in his hand did not stop, but when the note came out, it was still inevitable that he was affected a lot.

The entire sea of consciousness was as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his mind was blank, Su Yunyao's face was a little pale, and her slender figure in mid-air shook a few times, and she almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

When her feet stepped on the void a few times, and when she rose to the level of the purple-clothed monk, Su Yunyao withdrew the flames, and the tip of her sword was propped up in the air, and a disc-shaped white jade disc surrounded her.

Every time the white jade disc rotated and circled, a circle of white light waves spread around Su Yunyao, and the circles attacked and collided with the surrounding music like expanding water ripples.

Su Yunyao, who was standing in the light wave of the jade disc, turned pale, and after a while, he sacrificed the flame in his hand, and the burning tongue of fire rushed towards the purple-clothed monk through the white light wave.

After the rhythm of the purple-clothed monk's flute met with Su Yunyao's jade disc light wave in the air, it made a burst of breaking sounds, like a sharp weapon striking on the jade disc.

Li Chengfeng looked at Su Yunyao, who was supporting himself in the air, with a worried expression, and before he could rush over after sacrificing the Mingsha Sword, he was entangled by the purple-clothed female monk.

The purple-clothed monk put away her teasing expression, twisted her eyebrows, and the red silk in her hand was like a poisonous snake spitting a poisonous core around Li Chengfeng.

What was surprising was that the elder purple-clothed monk, although he had a worried look on his face, was still standing on the boulder and was not ready to make a move, so he just looked at it.

After fighting for a while, Li Chengfeng could clearly feel that the purple-clothed monk did not necessarily mean to kill him, but kept shaking the red silk to prevent him from going to Su Yunyao.

Here, Su Yunyao felt more and more struggling, facing the more and more sharp flute sound, the white light waves emitted by the jade disc around him became smaller and smaller, and the cracking sound in the air became louder and louder.

The purple-clothed monk raised the corner of his mouth, laughed silently, and threw a laughing flying eye at Su Yunyao with a raised eyebrow.

The flute tune that came out of his mouth changed from the previous overwhelming to the lingering rain alley in the south of the Yangtze River, and the soft and glutinous voice seemed to be full of whispered words between lovers.

The seemingly gentle and lingering sound of the flute has undergone some changes through the transmission of the wind, and those seemingly murmuring words seem to be mixed with countless fighting and shouting, and the two extreme sounds are mixed together, making people unable to tell where they are for a while.