Lao Zhu's footsteps are getting closer and closer.

He was somewhat convinced that Spitfire had lost the ability to fight back, and all he needed was to walk up to Spitfire and knock it lightly, and Spitfire would fall to the ground and die.

This kind of scene seems to be familiar to the master of the Tang Sect, and not long ago, he used a similar move to kill the "Blood Spirit".

But this time is different, instead of resisting, Spitfire has never retreated.

The Tang Sect Master did not speak, he could see Feihuo's cold face through the ice.

Calm and unwavering, that is a signal of imminent counterattack.

The blood of the young man is gradually coagulating, but the fiery heart is not.

"What are you going to do?" the Tang Sect Master couldn't help but want to know.

Lao Zhu walked towards the Flying Fire step by step, from two zhang, to one zhang, and finally to half a zhang, until the line drawn by the flying fire.

He stopped and stared at the young man, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

"You draw a boundary to remind yourself where the limit is, right, it's still the same naivety!" Lao Zhu crossed the line directly, and then stretched out his hand.

At the moment when Lao Zhu's hand was about to touch the flying fire, the old man felt a burst of powerful true qi erupt.

Half a breath covered the young man's surroundings.

Starting with the young man's blade, the ice melted and then spread throughout his body.

I only heard a "ding", and the ice cube was broken.

Then countless vigorous true qi turbulence directly slammed on Lao Zhu's face, making Lao Zhu almost unable to open his eyes.

In the midst of the scattered ice, Spitfire raised his long sword, his body was like fire, scorching and abnormally hot, and his true aura was all around, which was the best time for Spitfire to show his strength.

"Tide Dream!" was the name of the Flying Fire aura, followed by "Dawn Breaking Dream Sword".

Countless sharp blades emerged from outside the sword body, each sword was an entity, and each sword was the culmination of Flying Fire swordsmanship.

He never retreated, and then forbeared, just for the power of this sword explosion.

If the prelude to "Flying Kill" is too long, and "Born to be separated for a long time, the sword tells the sorrow" is too smart and flashy, then the sword of Spitfire is used for the Jedi counterattack.

With the blessing of his own aura, his swordsmanship is more powerful than before, and it is even more surging that makes it difficult for the other party to parry.

Spitfire hasn't forgotten the scene where he almost lost his heart last night, so he restrained himself to the greatest extent.

Only those who can control themselves can achieve the great success of swordsmanship.

Lao Zhu saw countless "flying fires" attacking him together, and he could feel how determined the young man was to make this sword, and if he didn't have the certainty of victory, he wouldn't just use the sword.

He miscalculated, and instantly miscalculated when he crossed the boundary drawn by Spitfire, because he had a fluke and wanted to directly and gorgeously knock Spitfire into pieces, but Spitfire not only did not die, but also suppressed his true qi, broke through all barriers in an instant, and then used this amazing sword.

The old man has never seen such a swordsmanship, if there are still flaws in the previous swordsmanship of Spitfire, then this sword is probably the strongest sword that Spitfire can use with all its strength.

"Good swordsmanship!" Lao Zhu didn't move, although the sword of Feihuo was so outstanding that it was even shocking, but in Lao Zhu's opinion, it was not enough to pose a threat to him.

The old man stretched out his hands, and a strong gust of wind shot out of his hands.

The strong wind was enveloped in an extremely strong chill, and in half a breath, it became several huge icicles, directly attacking the flying fire.

The range of Feihuo's swordsmanship activities was cut off by force, and in less than a breath, only the last sword rushed in front of Lao Zhu.

However, the sword of Spitfire was not able to advance half a step further.

An ice spike pierced Spitfire's body from the lower ribs, and Spitfire maintained a forward posture with a sword.

Spitfire had blocked the pain before, and was able to continue attacking, but it was no longer able to move forward.

Lao Zhu's speed is faster than the speed of Spitfire.

The deadly ice spikes hidden under the icicles, silently, are Lao Zhu's killer feature.

A mouthful of fertile blood leaked from Spitfire's mouth.

"You—" Seeing that it was no longer possible, Spitfire reached out and broke the ice spike, then hurriedly retreated.

His blood was sprinkled all over the ground.

"Little guy, you are indeed very powerful, if it weren't for my decades of cultivation compared to you, I'm afraid I would have been defeated by you!" Old Zhu Fusu said: "It's a pity, the difference in strength is the gap in strength!"

"Damn..."Spitfire saw the blood on the ground, and then glanced at the wound on his stomach, where the ice spike stabbed, and blood kept gushing out.

Lao Zhu's exercises are very vicious, and if you don't take out the ice thorns, you will continue to bleed until you die.

But pulling out the ice spike will inevitably cause massive bleeding instantly.

On top of the situation, it is no longer possible for Feihuo to compete with Lao Zhu.

Lao Zhu's level is already far beyond the similarity of Feihuo.

"What, do you still want to fight?" Lao Zhu saw that Feihuo had a resolute face, and had no intention of surrendering, so he could only sigh and say: "You can't last long, if you don't go down for treatment quickly, you will run out of blood and die!"

"So what?" Spitfire covered the wound with his right hand, still holding the sword in his left hand.

He felt a little tired, a sign of blood loss.

"There's no such thing as last night, isn't it, it's a lucky thing to be able to come to the game in one piece, but now, it's like..."Spitfire didn't want to admit that he still had one last trick to do.

"At most, they will all end up together, maybe like last night, they will use 'blood drinking and falling into prison', maybe there will be a chance?"

He didn't understand the reason why he was able to be reborn, but he still hoped that he could have a glimmer of hope for victory with his obsession.

"Give it up!"

Lao Zhu's voice became majestic, he was like fire in one hand and ice in the other, he was really vigorous, and it was almost an instant thing to kill Feihuo.

"No, I still have tricks that I haven't used yet, I haven't dared to try them..."Spitfire raised his blood-stained right hand, which seemed to be an ordinary right hand, but actually contained a kind of exercise similar to evil skills, "Gather and disperse!"

He didn't know what the consequences would be, and he didn't dare to use his right hand to absorb the enemy's attack.

Now, he has no choice but to fight against the water.

"I don't have time anymore, 'Blood Drink and Fall into Prison' must not be used, I can't die, I can't fail, I must win!" Feihuo pondered, "This old Zhu, maybe he can't even deal with Huangquanyan, he must use stronger internal strength to suppress it!"

"And in this ring, isn't the person with the strongest internal strength the old man who has no flaws in his body?"

Feihuo stood up again, not caring about the blood that kept flowing, and shouted: "Lao Zhu, if you have the ability, you can come, let me see, what kind of ability you have in the past few decades of internal strength!"