On the top of Qin Chuan's head, there was a one-zhang long cyan fire snake, the fire snake held its head high, swallowing a red snake letter. After the fire color appeared, he withdrew the phantom veil and the soul bell magic weapon, and looked at the wind forest with a sneer.

Looking at the fire snake in front of him, Qin Chuan's mouth gently spit out the word "go", and the fire snake twisted its body and attacked towards the wind forest. At this time, Feng Lin was already stunned, his face turned pale, but then he took out a red pill from his body and swallowed it without hesitation. Then his face flushed, he looked at Qin Chuan viciously, and sneered.

But Feng Lin seemed to be frightened by Qin Chuan's firebird, and his mind was in turmoil, so when he saw Qin Chuan's two fire snakes, he didn't use his divine sense to check the authenticity, and directly detonated the flying sword, blowing up the firebird and the fire snake, and fell into Qin Chuan's trap. Seeing this, Qin Chuan was naturally overjoyed, and hurriedly released his fire snake to give the other party a fatal blow.

But Feng Lin's final performance surprised Qin Chuan. It stands to reason that this guy has run out of oil and should admit defeat, but this guy seems to still have a body to rely on.

Seeing that Feng Lin was about to withdraw the flying sword that was only one left, Qin Chuan's heart sneered, at this time, where could he still let him get his wish? Qin Chuan slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a black short sword immediately appeared in his hand, but on top of the short sword, there was a thin red silk thread, which was the Blood Soul Silk Magic Weapon.

After the black short sword appeared, it turned into a black light, and slashed at the flying sword in the air. The flying sword was also extraordinary, and a sword light immediately appeared, and the black short sword bounced away. Then the flying sword wanted to fly back to the side of the wind forest and attack the cyan fire snake. But a thin red silk thread had been quietly wrapped around the flying sword, and then some bloody aura was released, covering the flying sword. The speed of the flying sword suddenly slowed down, and finally immediately stopped in mid-air, and there was a wail.

Seeing that the last flying sword of Fenglin was also solved by himself, Qin Chuan was in a good mood, and then looked at Fenglin with a sneer.

Just when Qin Chuan trapped the Wind Forest Flying Sword, the cyan fire snake had already attacked in front of Feng Lin's eyes. The fire snake slammed into the blue light shield of the wind forest, but although a scene that surprised Qin Chuan happened. The blue light shield showed no signs of shattering, and it stands to reason that his fire snake's attack should be very powerful, even if it is an ordinary high-grade magic weapon, it will be destroyed by the fire snake. That's not to say that the defensive light mask of this guy in the wind forest is not surpassing the top-grade defensive magic weapon.

But just when Qin Chuan was surprised, he observed a phenomenon, that is, the blue jade pendant in front of Feng Lin, the light actually dimmed a lot. Qin Chuan knew that the blue light mask in front of him was released by the blue jade pendant.

"Doesn't it seem to be completely impregnable?". Qin Chuan muttered. Then Qin Chuan's fingers flicked one after another, and one after another, he hit out like this. And the fire snake in the air suddenly coiled around the blue light cover, and the flames on its body burned vigorously, as if it was about to refine the wind forest.

Looking at Qin Chuan's actions, Feng Lin's face was gloomy, and then he said coldly: "Qin Chuan, you forced me to do this, if you die, don't blame me." At this time, Fenglin no longer had the same indifference as before, and instead was crazy.

After saying this, Feng Lin ignored everyone's surprise, suddenly sat cross-legged, and then took out a delicate wooden box from the storage bag, and then tore the spirit talisman on the wooden box, and took out a pale yellow talisman, on top of the talisman, a black hill was depicted. The black hill has a deep yin qi, as if it is about to run out of the talisman.

"Fu Bao, he even has Fu Bao. Qin Chuan looked at this scene with a mixture of anger in his heart. Qin Chuan has seen the power of the rune treasure, when the fire old demon and Long Qingxue were fighting, Long Qingxue took out a small hammer-shaped rune treasure, which scared the fire old demon half to death. Long Qingxue only used the rune treasure to attack once, and he crippled the fire old demon.

At this time, Qin Chuan had only one thought in his heart, that is, he must not let this guy Fu Bao be stimulated, otherwise, he might really die in the ring.

At this time, there were still some monks in the audience who didn't understand what Fenglin was doing, and they didn't seem to know Fu Bao yet. But none of the people who knew Fu Bao looked relaxed, and Xiao Mo and Han Hongling looked at Qin Chuan with nervous expressions.

And the monks in the stands, in the face of such a situation, the expression on their faces was also different.

Han Lingsu's face was a little gloomy and said, "Old ghost, you even gave the rune treasure to your precious apprentice, but it's too much to use the rune treasure here!"

"It's too much, how can it be too much, isn't your apprentice also good at mimicry? Besides, since it's a disciple who is dealing with your cold spirit element, do I dare not prepare well?" The black-robed old man said very proudly.

"How dare you deal with my disciple of Han Lingsu, how dare you do it? I'm afraid you are dealing with that kid Li Ping! It seems that you are also very interested in the position of the head of the Immortal Dao Sect?" Han Lingsu said with some sarcasm.

The rest of the monks in the Yudan stage listened to Han Lingsu's words, and their faces changed slightly, while the middle-aged Confucian Scholar's face had become a little gloomy, and his original smile was gone. In the past few years, they have all seen the development of Yin Sha Peak, although there are not many high-level monks, but among the low-level monks, there are many small masters, even if it is the top five of the big competition of the sect, there are two people in Yin Sha Peak, which is not much worse than the head of the sect. If you give these guys a few more decades and let them grow up, maybe they can really shake the position of the head of Qianyuanfeng. Therefore, the monks on the stage had their own calculations in their hearts, but no one looked at the mouth at this time.

And Qin Chuan, who was in the ring, looked at the spirit rune in Feng Lin's hand that was getting stronger and stronger, and his face became more and more gloomy.

In the end, his face turned fierce, and he exhaled a heavy breath in his mouth, and then shouted: "Explode for me." The flames on the cyan fire serpent's body surged wildly, and then burst open.

"Click, click. The blue light mask suddenly burst open, and the wind forest in the light mask was completely wrapped in flames at this time.

Looking at the raging fire, Qin Chuan touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and muttered in his mouth, "Is it over?"

But then Qin Chuan's face changed wildly, and he saw a black hill several zhang in size, blocking in front of the wind forest, and those cyan flames had gradually extinguished. But the clothes on Feng Lin's body were burned by the flames, his face was also black, and his black hair was also lost a lot. But he held up the black hill in his hand and looked at Qin Chuan with a cruel smile.

"Go" Feng Lin gently spit out a word, and the black hill slowly flew into the air, and then pressed down towards Qin Chuan.

Seeing that the other party's black hill had locked onto himself, Qin Chuan immediately felt a feeling of suffocation. Then Qin Chuan sacrificed the phantom spirit yarn again, and the phantom spirit yarn was like a canopy above his head, and then Qin Chuan was still not at ease, so he sacrificed the soul bell again and blocked it in front of him.

Looking at the rapidly falling black peak, Qin Chuan withdrew his black short sword again and headed towards the black peak in the air.

Feng Lin looked at Qin Chuan's actions, and the corners of his mouth sneered again and again, as if he was very disdainful of Qin Chuan's actions.

As soon as the black short sword touched the peak, it burst open, and the power of the magic weapon's self-explosion actually slowed down the speed of the black peak's descent.

Then the black mountain peak smashed the phantom yarn, and the phantom yarn spirit was pressed by the black mountain peak and continued to fall, and then the soul bell also suffered. Qin Chuan, who was below, was already stunned at this time, he had already overestimated the power of the rune treasure, but now it seemed that he was still underestimating. Then Qin Chuan felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood had gushed up. Just at the last moment, Qin Chuan's body suddenly transformed into nine figures, running in all directions. Qin Chuan no longer cared about the magic weapon in his hand, and only cared about fleeing for his life at this time.

"Boom" There was a loud bang, and the black mountain peak fell to the ground at once, and a huge pit immediately appeared on the ground, and Qin Chuan appeared next to the big pit, Qin Chuan's figure appeared, Qin Chuan's face was very pale at this time, panting heavily, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the monks in the audience were dumbfounded, they didn't know what to say, and looked at the two guys on the stage, their hearts were full of awe.

"Senior Sister Han, it's okay for me to see this, I don't think Senior Nephew Qin will last long, after all, if the fight continues, Senior Nephew Qin is likely to be seriously injured. The middle-aged Confucian said slowly.

Just as the middle-aged Confucian had just finished speaking, Han Lingsu hadn't answered him yet, but the old man in the black robe had already laughed, and he was laughing very arrogantly and proudly.

Feng Lin's face suddenly changed wildly, and then he looked at Qin Chuan with anger and said, "You actually poisoned it." After saying that, Fenglin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with his head up, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"It's finally working, and if it's a little later, I'll have to throw in the towel. Qin Chuan said with a wry smile.

The changes on the stage surprised the monks in the audience even more, and they didn't understand why the wind forest, which was still alive and kicking just now, had fallen now? The originally victorious side had actually reversed dramatically.

And the monks of the Dan period who came to the stage also looked at Qin Chuan very unexpectedly, and the monks of the Dan period who bet on Fenglin were full of bitterness. And the old man in the black robe was more like eating a fly, his face was flushed, and then he cursed in a low voice: "What a bad boy." Then he took out a small jade bottle from his body and reluctantly gave it to Han Lingsu. (To be continued)