Piao Tianwen       Han Yun took out the third bundle of spiritual fire in shock, which really scared everyone. Long Ruo's pupils slightly shrank, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Chu Junchuo. Chu Junchuo's face was still calm, but a faint brilliance flashed in his eyes. When Han Yun took out the bundle of blood-colored Killing Flame, she guessed that Han Yun had three bundles of spiritual fire. Because she had seen that bundle of Jedi Zihuang, she also knew that Han Yun had won the first place in the Eight Sect Competition, and the prize was the 20th Nine Netherworld Fire on the Spirit Fire List. This thief was always able to do anything to anyone. Chu Junchuo had long been used to his endless amazing actions. He was a little bit of helping everyone's surprise. Although his pretty face was still tight, the beautiful lips slightly pulled a little, as if they were laughing but not as laughing.

Long Ruo finally saw a trace of Han Yun's extraordinaryness. The spiritual fire was a rare existence. Not to mention that ordinary people had never seen it, let alone having three bunches at the same time. Perhaps some people would be envious and jealous and rude: "This bird man is so lucky. I haven't even touched a single spiritual fire hair!"

But Long Ruo understood one thing that if you don’t have the strength, even if you are lucky enough to get three bundles of spiritual fire alone. The treasure itself is a hidden murderous intent. An ordinary man is guilty of being guilty of being innocent. Even if you give you a magic weapon of great power, you can only kill yourself. Being able to have three bundles of spiritual fire at the same time is a proof of his strength. Long Ruo has to admit that Han Yun is indeed a bit perverted.

Han Yun held a jade box in his hand. The blue Nine Netherworld Fire made people feel cold when they glanced at me. The hot air around him cooled down sharply. Han Yun shot out of the Nine Netherworld Fire with his fingers, and the jade box that filled the Nine Netherworld Fire was thrown into the tyrannical blood-colored slaughter flame. The jade box was immediately burned by the Blood-colored slaughter flame.

Pang!

The dark blue flame burst out instantly, and a circle of blue and faint color light expanded rapidly inside the blood-red and blood-red fireworks. Although the Nine Netherworld Fire is called fire, it is the coldest and cold thing, while the Blood-colored Slaughter Flame is the arrogant spiritual fire emitted by the heat power. The two bundles of spiritual fires touched each other like a billion years of ice meeting the scorching sun in June. The blood-colored Slaughter Flame, which was gradually weakening, immediately became crazy like a chicken blood, and its violent aura increased by more than ten times. It was originally suppressed by the Ten-Finger Magic Flame and Jedi Zihuang, but now it has made the Slaughter Flame and Jedi Zihuang defeated the Demon Flame and Jedi Zihuang in one go.

Han Yun's face changed drastically. He thought he would use the Nine Netherworld Fire to restrain him and then take the opportunity to subdue both of the two bundles of spiritual fires, killing two birds with one stone. Han Yun, who was so beaten by the abacus beads, did not expect that he would have the opposite effect. The two bundles of spiritual fires that were incompatible with each other, burst out with terrible energy that was ten times stronger. He would not be able to steal the chicken and lose rice. Han Yun's body was filled with Buddha light, and he used all his strength to support Xiao Zi wildly, but the surging bloody flames forced Xiao Zi backed up in an instant, and even swallowed Han Yun's entire body.

"Ah!" Li Weiwei screamed in shock, and couldn't help but cover her face, unable to bear to see Han Yun burned to ashes. Chu Junchuo's delicate body trembled, and his pretty face instantly turned pale as paper, and the yellow shadow flashed, and he rushed towards the spiritual fire that had been ravaged for dozens of miles of the sky without hesitation. The three bundles of spiritual fires had completely lost control, and the purple, red and blue flames quickly dispersed in all directions, and there was no living anywhere.

Zhang Wuji reacted first and shouted: "Escape quickly!"

With a flash of figure, he fled quickly. Li Weiwei looked at the flames that were raging like waves. A yellow shirt pounced on him without hesitation, and a faster white film behind him chased after him.

"Vivi, why are you stupid? Run away!" Zhang Wuji flew hundreds of meters away. Seeing his beloved disciple still staying in place, he rushed back and pulled her back quickly. The monsters on the periphery were also frightened by the terrifying power of the three-color spiritual fire and ran away in scatter.

Just at some point, two teams of nearly a thousand cultivators rushed over at lightning. It was the masters of the Hang Kong Pavilion and the Chudao Sect who rushed over. The two disciples of the Zhaixing Sect were almost scared to death. They thought that Zhang Wuji and others had been buried in the hands of the monsters. The fighting madmen in the Chudao Sect swung their swords and rushed into the group of monsters, slashing and killing wildly. It was too late for the people in the Hang Kong Pavilion to hide. Nearly a thousand people were drowned in the tide of monsters. In an instant, the sword light and sword shadows flew everywhere. A bloody massacre battle broke out in an egg-paining time. Zhang Wuji and others were shocked for a while, turned their heads and glanced at the rolling spirit fire, gritted their teeth, and rushed into the torrent of monsters with all their strength.

At this moment, the world was lost, blood was as blood as rain, broken limbs and broken arms flew across the sky, screaming and screaming were resounding throughout the sky, and the scenes of killing and being killed were being staged every moment. The strong smell of blood drifted out from afar, and the blood on the ground was flowing, floating up corpses. This battle was destined to be recorded in history, and an ordinary name would be remembered by all cultivators. A nameless man jumped into the sky with an extremely fierce posture like the rising sun - Han Yun. After this battle, even those ordinary mortals in the Kenyuan Continent knew that there was such a person--he set off a fire that was unparalleled!

"Get out of the way!" Chu Junchuo stared at Long Ruo who was blocking him with a cold look. The long sword on his back buzzed, and the sword intent soared into the sky. Long Ruo stood in the air without giving in a step. The three-color spiritual fire that was raging behind him was boiling, less than a thousand meters away from the two.

Long Ruo's robe was on fire, but on the other side, white ice flowers magically formed, but he still stood in front of Chu Junchuo with a calm expression. Two equally rustling figures stood in the air, looking at each other, as if two long swords that had been desolated. Not far away was the three-colored spiritual fire that had been spread for nearly a hundred miles. The surging person had long disappeared, and perhaps he had completely disappeared from this world.

Chu Jun's murderous intent flashed in his grey eyes, and the long sword on his back finally flew out of the sheath. The stars drooped across the sky, the moon emerged from the river, and a little cold star crossed the void and headed straight for Long Ruo's eyebrows. A stiff smile appeared at the corner of Long Ruo's mouth. Perhaps this was the first smile in his life and the last time. A Chilong with a smug sword intent roared out from his back and headed straight for the cold star.

bite!

Chilong scattered into stars all over the river, and the two long swords collided incredibly accurately in the air. The silver-white long sword broke inch by inch and fell down. A dazzling bloodshot spilled out of the corner of Long Ruo's mouth.

clang!

Chu Junchuo's long sword returned to his sheath and asked lightly: "Why don't you have to do it with all your strength?"
Chapter completed!