With Zhao Yan shouting to start a war, the battle between the two geniuses finally began.

"Senior brother, be careful, I won't show mercy. Wu Yun let out a low snort, and a dazzling golden light emanated from his body, turning into Dao runes, and shooting towards Han Feiyu.

"It's exactly what I want!" Han Feiyu shouted, and the battle intent that had been accumulated for a long time all exploded at this moment.

The golden rune rushed quickly, and it only took a breath to come to Han Feiyu's side.

However, Han Feiyu didn't make any moves, only to see clusters of purple flames emerge from his body, enveloping him, forming a set of flame armor. Several runes were blocked by Zi Yan, and no damage was done to them.

Looking at the figure wrapped in purple flames on the stage, another wave of enthusiasm broke out in the cultivation field.

"Wow!Is this the Purple Flame Spirit Body?!"

"It's too strong, and I blocked the attack of the senior brother without moving a single step. ”

"Of course, the Purple Flame Spirit Body is a rare divine body in a thousand years, and one may not be found among 100,000 people, as far as I know, in the entire Xuan Domain, except for Senior Brother Han, only the Sect Master of the Heavenly Xuan Sect is a divine body."

On the stage, both of them ignored the discussions of the disciples in the audience and devoted themselves to the battle. Seeing that the blow was fruitless, Wu Yun immediately prepared for the next round of attacks, and with a sound in his mouth, it gradually condensed into a golden slash in front of him, and the next moment, it turned into a golden blade and slashed towards Han Feiyu.

Han Feiyu was wrapped in Zi Yan all over, he couldn't see his true face clearly, looked at the blade that flew in, stretched out his right hand, and shook it suddenly, Zi Yan tied the light blade like a python, crushed it into pieces, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Golden Gate Seal!" The blade of light dissipated, but he saw Wu Yunyi rushing towards Han Feiyu at a rapid pace, his right hand flashing with brilliant golden light as if it had been cast in gold, and attacked Han Feiyu.

The face wrapped in Zi Yan couldn't see joy and anger, and he stretched out his right palm, Zi Yan was more condensed, and he slapped it out with one palm.

Right palm to right palm!

"Click!" the two of them clasped their hands in the center, the hard rock could not support it, and it cracked like a spider web, and the powerful wind blew some of the disciples who were closer to them dizzy.

The purple flame and the golden light disappeared, and the two of them flew back at the same time. The Zi Yan on Han Feiyu's right arm had disappeared, revealing his right hand, and although the Zi Yan had been scattered, his palm was still intact without the slightest damage.

In contrast, Wu Yun's condition was more miserable, at this time, Wu Yun's right arm had been swallowed by the purple flame, and a golden light faintly appeared under the purple fire, it was Wu Yun who was using his true strength to resist and try to disperse this purple flame.

"Oh, is this the divine power of the Ziyan Spirit Body?" Zhou Tong said with a straight face, his eyes staring at Ziyan who was wrapping Wu Yun's right arm.

"That's right, the flame of the Purple Flame Spirit Body not only has a scorching high temperature, but also has the property of attachment, and it is recorded in the books that with the improvement of cultivation, more divine power of the spirit body will gradually be developed. Zhao Yan replied with a smile, full of smugness.

Zhou Tong was not to be outdone, and returned to "The Purple Flame Spirit Body is really good, but Yun'er also has hole cards, and now is not the time to decide whether to win or lose." ”

"Whew!" On the stage, Wu Yun finally dispersed the purple flames, his right arm was in tatters, and although he had the protection of real power, he was still burned.

"No melee. Wu Yun said secretly in his heart, and then jumped into the air, jumped into the air dozens of meters in his hand, and condensed into more than a dozen golden needles made of gold.

"Flying Spirit Needle!" The golden needle stabbed towards Han Feiyu on the ground with a piercing sound of golden arrow feathers.

The purple flame was surging, Han Feiyu raised his palm, and the purple flame in his palm annihilated all the golden needles that attacked. After blocking Wu Yun's attack, Han Feiyu did not stop, only to see a purple fireball that was already half a fist size appeared in his palm, the purple flame was extremely condensed, emitting a demonic purple light, not so much a fireball, but a ball of light.

The ball of light condensed and struck towards Wu Yun at an incredible speed, and at this time, Wu Yun was still in the process of falling, unable to move.

"Flame Explosion!" The ball of light instantly hit Wu Yun, and with Han Feiyu's shout, it exploded, like a brilliant firework blooming in the air.

"Wow!" With the explosion of the ball of light, the cultivation field set off another boom.

"This ...... This kind of attack is too strong, can Senior Brother block it?"

"Senior brother won't be defeated, will he?"

"With such a powerful attack, senior brother won't have an accident," above the attic, the two elders also started their own conversation.

"Brother Zhao, isn't this one of your best spells, which has already been passed on to your disciple?" Zhou Tong said first.

Zhao Yan laughed and said, "Haha, when it comes to treating disciples, especially such demonic disciples, I naturally want to teach them." ”

"Oh, by the way, aren't you worried about your disciple?" Zhao Yan changed his words and asked Xiang Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong stroked his beard with one hand, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, Yun'er doesn't just have this means." ”

On the stage, the purple flame in the air finally dissipated, but to everyone's surprise, there was no Wu Yun.

"What's going on?, is it possible that Senior Brother has been burned into nothing?!" exclaimed a disciple.

"Don't talk nonsense, Senior Brother Han's attack is really strong, but it's not like there is even scum left. ”

"Where did the senior brother go?"

"This ......"

"Look!" Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, a disciple pointed to the air in the northwest direction of the ring and exclaimed.

Suddenly, everyone on the cultivation ground, including Han Feiyu and the two elders, looked up.

Surrounded by green streamers, at this moment Wu Yun was stepping on a turquoise jade ruler, suspended in the air, still with that warm smile on his face.

The next moment, the cultivation ground was boiling, and Han Feiyu's eyes once again rose with battle intent.

He knows that this battle is not over yet!