When Fang Hong, Chen Guo, and Yuchi Yang saw this, they did not say a word, and turned to leave.
Under the repeated injuries, if it was anyone else, they would have died many times already. But for a strength path cultivator like Su Yihong, his body was strong and solid, if he was not killed in one shot, then there would be no more chances. Unless he sacrificed a lot of lives, and exhausted his vitality, then there would be a chance of victory.
But Su Yihong was not alone, if he felt his strength was not enough, he could retreat into the formation door behind him at any time. As long as there were clan members to support him, and block the enemy for a while, he could take the pill and come back to fight.
Fang Hong and the other two were disciples of the same master and disciple, to be able to cultivate to this stage, who knew how many battles they had gone through, and their eyes were all very sharp. Just Now, when they saw Su Yihong about to stand up, they had already retreated far away.
They were also able to let go, seeing that there was no point in continuing to fight, they immediately gave up their original plan, and escaped very quickly.
As for the "Ji Luo Golden Awl", Fang Hong also did not hesitate to give it up, not worried at all that it would fall into the opponent's hands.
This magic weapon was a profound weapon, without being refined, one could forget about using it. Today, the Su family was going to die, once this person died, would there be any fear of not getting it back?
Su Yihong held his rod horizontally, his eyes fierce, staring at the backs of the three, he shouted angrily, "Scoundrels! You have the guts to sneak an attack, but don't have the guts to stay and fight! "
Fang Hong and the other two ignored him, no matter how arrogant Su Yihong was, he did not dare to leave the formation door, as long as he did not hurt himself, they did not care how fiercely he scolded them.
Under the strange gazes of the people, the three returned to the formation platform. But they did not dare to leave without permission, and came in front of Qi Yuntian, feeling somewhat apprehensive, and said awkwardly, "Eldest senior brother, Just Now thinking of our fellow sect members, we were a bit rash …"
Qi Yuntian did not wait for him to finish, and indifferently waved his hand, saying, "The three junior brothers are not at fault, step to the side."
How could he not know Fang Hong's temperament, this person was the most opportunistic. Once he grasped a sliver of opportunity, he would dare to fight with his life.
In the previous battle in the Eagle Perching Continent, it was because of this that he was captured by the three lake demons. He had already judged in his heart that these three people would not be useful in the future, but he did not have the time to bother with them right now. He ordered them to retreat to the side and no longer paid attention to them.
Qi Yuntian looked around at the disciples below the platform and shouted, "Is there anyone else who wants to step forward? You want to fight with Su Yihong? "
Everyone hesitated for a moment. The fact that Su Yihong didn't collapse despite his injuries was something that everyone present had witnessed.
They knew that they didn't have any magical treasures with them. Only if dozens of people attacked at the same time would they have the confidence to win. Perhaps a few lives would be lost, and he might even be one of them. Thus, he didn't dare to casually reply.
After Fang Hong returned to the stage, he thought about the battle just now, and felt that if he had been more daring, he would have been able to win. He might still have a chance to kill Su Yihong. Just as he was feeling vexed, he suddenly saw some of the disciples in the distance suddenly become restless. Their expressions were somewhat excited, and there were even people shouting. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What happened?"
Then, he found out the answer. He saw a shocking rainbow streak across the sky. It went straight for Su Yihong.
"So it's that Zhang Yan."
Fang Hong laughed coldly, and said in a muffled voice, "Hmph, even if the three of us go up, what use is he alone?"
Yuchi Yang and Chen Guo were deeply convinced. How brave was Su Yihong? Even though they thought highly of themselves, they still went up together. If it was one on one, they almost couldn't think of any way to kill this person.
Su Yihong saw a sword light flying over. His eyes flashed with a hint of excitement. He squinted his eyes and took the bow and arrow in his hand. He lowered his waist into a horse stance and once again pulled the bow and arrow, the sharp arrow pointing towards the sky.
This bow and arrow of his was called the "Flat Mountain Bow". It could shoot monsters and spirit beasts. A distance of a hundred miles would be covered in an instant. Those who were hit would have no way out. Even a graze would cause broken limbs and broken bones.
After only aiming for a moment, he loosened his fingers. The bowstring vibrated beside his ears, and a black shadow let out a mournful howl. Like a bolt of lightning, it suddenly shot out. Even though the arrow light was sharp, Zhang Yan didn't dodge. He was still calm and composed. With a thought, a sword light leapt in front of him and met it in the air. With a clang, he blocked it.
He then reached out and grabbed the arrow. He actually accurately caught the arrow in his hand. After playing with it for a moment, he pinched the arrowhead with both hands and exerted force. With a "kacha", the arrow broke into two and he threw it down the cloud.
Su Yihong's pupils shrank. He let out a shout and shook the hundreds of instruments on the cloud above his head into the air. With a point of his finger, these instruments flashed with thousands of fireflies and flew towards Zhang Yan in front of him.
Zhang Yan's expression was calm. With a spell, the water colored light screen flashed in front of him, and the hundreds of instruments disappeared in an instant.
Su Yihong's gaze instantly froze. His fists made cracking sounds, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He said loudly, "Good! Such an opponent is Just Now Interesting. "
Zhang Yan stopped ten feet in front of him and stood with his hands behind his back. He was calm and composed. His body was surrounded by clouds and light smoke. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and he was full of Dao Qi.
Su Yihong had also seen Zhang Yan's battle with Xiao Sha and Du De in the grand competition. He had also seen the endless methods that Zhang Yan had. He knew that Zhang Yan was a strong opponent. Although he was confident that he could win, he didn't dare to be careless. Especially when Zhang Yan's Sword Escape was brilliant. If he blindly dodged, he wouldn't be able to do anything under the situation where his arrows were useless. Thus, for the first time, he took a defensive stance and didn't rush forward to attack.
Seeing this, Zhang Yan didn't hold back and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Su, be careful."
He stretched out his hand and pointed. The stars leaped into the sky, and the sword light suddenly transformed into a rainbow light that split into ten flying swords.
Su Yihong shook the Cloud-scraping Staff in his hand and spun it like a dance. It produced a series of whooshing sounds and clanging sounds, blocking all of the sword lights. After a while, he said impatiently, "Zhang Yan, how can this thing hurt …"
Before he finished speaking, another sword light suddenly separated from the dancing blue light. This time, it was even faster than the previous flying sword.
This came very suddenly and at a very close distance. Su Yihong couldn't help but be startled. He only had time to tilt his head and the sword light brushed past his ear. He felt a burning sensation on his cheek. He reached out to touch it and found that half of his ear had been taken away.
He licked the blood that flowed to the corner of his mouth. Using his Xuan Qi, the other half of his ear grew back. Although he didn't fear the slashes of flying swords, if he was injured, it would still be painful. He had always been able to block when he could. Zhang Yan made him see blood the moment he came up. Feeling humiliated, killing intent immediately filled his chest.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly. With one revolution of his cultivation technique, the Xuan Huang Giant Hand appeared above his head. He spread his fingers and grabbed downwards.
Su Yihong shouted loudly and swung his staff. He raised his hand and hit the Xuan Qi hand. Following the sound of tremors, the hand dissipated and exploded into a yellow mist.
He leaped into the air and arrived above Zhang Yan's head. He roared loudly and in an instant, the wind and clouds rolled and stirred up like a tide. The wind blew his clothes and it seemed like there was a boundless force that wrapped Zhang Yan in a cyclone, making it difficult for him to escape.
Su Yihong's eyes burst with light. He grabbed the end of the staff with both hands and gathered all the strength in his body. He first raised it up high, then with a loud roar, he swung it down.
Zhang Yan stood in the middle of the cyclone, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His treasured clothes suddenly emitted a bright light that spread out several feet, protecting him within. The veins on Su Yihong's neck bulged. He let out a mischievous roar that caused the sky to rumble. The Cloud-scraping Staff in his hand descended with the momentum of splitting a mountain.
There was an explosion in the air. His cudgel caused the radiance to cave in. Only then did he reveal a happy expression. However, when the Cloud-scraping Cudgel reached Zhang Yan's forehead, there was a "Peng" sound and sparks shot out.
Su Yihong looked over and couldn't help but feel his heart palpitate. He saw that Zhang Yan was standing there without moving, as if he didn't feel anything.
He knew that if Zhang Yan took this blow, he would either die or be crippled. However, he didn't see that the other party wasn't injured at all. He couldn't help being stunned and bewildered.
Zhang Yan shouted, "It's impolite not to reciprocate. Fellow Daoist Su, come and have a taste of I's technique."
He formed a hand seal and there was a loud sound of tides. A ray of water-colored light flew out from his back and instantly dispersed the wind and clouds as it swept over.
Su Yihong recognized that this was the technique Zhang Yan used during the competition. He didn't know the details and didn't want to take it head-on. He hurriedly executed the Ground Shrink divine art in an attempt to escape from the battle.
However, the ray of water surged over with the force of a rushing flood. The two of them were extremely close to each other, so he couldn't run away in time. He only took a step forward and was sucked into the water. He instantly felt as if he had stepped into a turbulent torrent. The tide surged back and forth, shaking him so much that he couldn't stand.
Zhang Yan's eyes flickered when he saw that his ability to shrink had been restrained. He waved his sleeve and a loud noise was heard. It sounded like countless pieces of wood and stones were moving. A thick and solid yellow light rushed into the air and spread out over a hundred zhang. It crossed the blue sky and covered the sun, covering the earth and sky as it came down.
Su Yihong saw that the yellow ray was falling from the sky like a mountain that was about to collapse. Before it came down, he felt suffocated and his chest tightened. He could tell that it didn't come with good intentions. He held the rod horizontally and with his divine strength, he exerted strength in his arms and with a 'heh', he blocked it.
The two collided and a loud sound suddenly came from the horizon. Su Yihong felt a sweetness in his throat and a bloody smell rushed into his mouth. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open and his arms were broken. He couldn't help but stagger back.
Zhang Yan stood on top of the cloud and sneered. This Earth Element True Light was as heavy as a mountain. Luckily, Su Yihong cultivated the Path of Strength. If it was an ordinary cultivator who dared to take it head-on, they would have long since been crushed into dust. Zhang Yan activated another technique, causing the yellow light to rise several tens of feet into the air. Then, he released the restraints and pressed down once more.
Su Yihong was entangled by the Water Element True Light and couldn't get away. He had no choice but to circulate his xuan technique and slightly recover from his injuries. He also raised the Cloud Scraping Rod in his hand. His eyes were red and he used all his strength to block the yellow ray. He felt his vision go black and spat out a mouthful of blood. He almost couldn't hold the divine weapon in his hand.
Zhang Yan shook his sleeve and laughed, "Su Yihong, let's see how long you can last!"
He divided the Earth Element True Light into dozens of rays. They lined up and fell down one after another, smashing down one after another.
For a moment, the battlefield was like a pile being hammered. Boom, boom, boom. After suffering dozens of attacks, Su Yihong spat out blood again and again. He finally couldn't hold on any longer and the Cloud Scraping Rod flew out of his hand.
Zhang Yan's eyes flashed and the Water Element True Light swept out. In a flash, Su Yihong disappeared without a trace.
The thousands of disciples in the field were stunned when they saw how easily he took care of Su Yihong. It was as if they were in a dream. Fang Hong and his junior brothers were also dumbfounded and couldn't make a sound.
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