The little fire crow transformed from the ghost spirit fire rushed directly towards Fu Xingyun. In the past, when Yi Jue faced monks who practiced magic like the Blood Sea, most of them used ghost spirit fire to break through. After all, things like blood and energy seemed to be naturally restrained by spirit fire. And this meeting gift was obviously a surprise for Fu Xingyun. It can be said that the shock that Yi Jue reached the top before him was even greater than that of such a fire crow. A conceited person, pride is his persistence throughout his life. For Fu Xingyun, his pride is restrained and arrogant, overlooking all living beings in this world. As a mortal, from the moment I met Xian Yuan, I got to where I am today step by step. Except for the two failures after meeting Yi Jue, it can basically be said that I have been working step by step throughout my life, reaching the top step by step. . Therefore, Yi Jue regarded Fu Xingyun as his biggest opponent, especially Fu Xingyun. But Fu Xingyun is too proud to admit this. Another thing that is a bit awkward is that Fu Xingyun insists that it is Yi Jue's good luck, but refuses to admit that Yi Jue is better than him, and is not even willing to face up to this. An opponent who forces him into a desperate situation. So even though he knew that Yi Jue was very powerful, he was unwilling to admit it. He was even more unwilling to anticipate the consequences if Yi Jue climbed the mountain of swords before him, and he was also unwilling to make any preparations.

Because it seems that in Fu Xingyun's understanding, once he makes preparations, it is a sign of weakness, and it is a gesture of admitting from the bottom of his heart that he is not as good as Yi Jue. This is difficult for Fu Xingyun to accept. Therefore, after receiving a blow from the fire crow in the front, the hood was completely set on fire, and the hair was safe and sound under the protection of the magic power. However, the face that received the attack from the front was helplessly scarred with ringworm. This is the spiritual fire of heaven and earth. This kind of power cannot be removed in the later stages of foundation building, but it takes time. And now Fu Xingyun obviously needs time the most. At this critical moment of life and death, Fu Xingyun no longer felt that this honor was a big deal. Only by surviving could he be qualified to talk about what happened in this war. In the face of death, the so-called dignity, love, honor, appearance, etc., will all appear so vulnerable. At the very least, for Fu Xingyun, a little burn was nothing compared to knowing that the enemy in front of him was at the top of the mountain, knowing that someone had understood his attack ideas and laid an ambush in advance. Compared with whether he can repair the wounds on his face, whether he can effectively break out of the encirclement, or even whether he can completely keep the enemy in front of him here, are what Fu Xingyun is thinking about now. With a wave of his hand, a magic weapon shaped like a blood spirit cone suddenly appeared around Fu Xingyun, spinning and flying. Following Fu Xingyun's gesture, a magic weapon that resembled a blood spirit cone suddenly appeared around Fu Xingyun. Continuously accelerating, gradually becoming a bit elusive. At this moment, the blood spirit cone disappeared and flew in front of Yi Jue in the blink of an eye. The spiritual light surged and a red halo emerged continuously, leaving a red trace in the air. Yi Jue felt pain in his consciousness in the blink of an eye. It was obvious that the peripheral consciousness was alerted in an instant and was annihilated by the instant attack. However, Yi Jue remained calm despite being frightened by this expected attack. With a wave of his hand, he used 365 blood-light needles to block the blood spirit cone that was about to fly over. Yi Jue had killed Fu Xingyun once before, and the only magic weapon he got that time was the Blood Spirit Cone. Yi Jue already knew the basic characteristics of such a Blood Spirit Cone very well. And this understanding is what prompted Yi Jue to form a relatively simple formation just by operating the changing blood light, so that the quasi-magic weapon that could be followed all the way to the foundation-building monks to form pills without having to be replaced was blocked. . This is a formation specially designed for this magic weapon. Each monk's magic weapon determines to a large extent what he can do after forming the elixir in the future. Every elixir-forming monk who has formed an elixir is naturally very cautious about his own natal magic weapon. The natal magic weapon grows with its owner and can be used for a long time. So when Yi Jue felt that Fu Xingyun was not dead, he took the time to study its technique and the way it was produced. He might have encountered it at some point. The hand gestures on his hands were constantly changing, and Yi Jue's 365 blood rays blocked the blood spirit cone firmly, while Fu Xingyun was also gritting his teeth, and the hand seals on his hands flew up without any hesitation. And to a certain extent, when the two looked at each other, a little sympathy could actually be seen in their eyes. The two people began to compete for strength. It was obvious that they did not think that the behavior in front of them was unreasonable. It could even be said that the two entered the stage of competing for mana to decide life and death from the beginning.

After all, the two of them were constantly releasing their maximum magic power, and trying their best to win the battle between magic weapons in front of them in an upright manner. Even this kind of behavior will cost something, which is something that rational old men rarely do. That's because in this kind of fighting, even if you win, you won't actually gain much. It can be seen that many of the blood-glow needles have dim auras, and many have cracks. There was nothing that could be done about it. Yi Jue was accidentally dragged into such a situation. Seeing that the blood spirit cone controlled by Fu Xingyun had begun to show obvious cracks, Yi Jue was slightly relieved. It doesn't matter if a person has a miserable life. If there are people who are miserable than you, most of the time they will reconcile with the world. Yi Jue has a Blood Spirit Cone in his hand. Naturally, he knows that the head of this regret is the hardest part. Once cracks begin to appear in the strongest place, the hardness of the entire Blood Spirit Cone is actually declining, and will continue to decline. Very powerful. But sometimes it is useless to know. Yi Jue will not say that this disconnection is good for both parties. He will only bet that his own magic power is deeper than Fu Xingyun's. Even though Yi Jue had prepared a lot of things that could kill him with one blow, and even the trump card he just got was not available for use, this kind of active separation is a very dangerous behavior, and it doesn't look like Fu Xingyun can't catch it. People who live in this fleeting opportunity. At this time, the old monkey in Yi Jue's spirit beast bag moved, as if he turned over, and it seemed as if the old monkey could always come out! ! ! At this time, as soon as the old monkey came out, he directly hit the blood spirit cone and the three hundred and sixty-five blood light needles with a spell. However, what the old monkey did not expect was that this blow had no effect. (End of chapter)