Aiming for the Immortal Path

Staring at the explosion of a huge spiritual power wave in the field, everyone immediately started talking in low voices.

Many disciples were shocked by the strength Su Twelve showed.

But when I think about Su Twelve's opponents, it feels boring.

Soon, after the explosion.

The light curtain in front of Ye Baichuan did not move at all, only the talisman's offensive dissipated like wind and smoke.

And Ye Baichuan stood with his hands tied, not moving at all.

Staring at Su Twelve, he shook his head, his expression looking a little disappointed.

"It's over! Your strength is really vulnerable!"

"Swords and shoes with red smoke!"

Ye Baichuan shouted lowly, and Haoyuan rolled out of his body.

In the air, the Zhu Hong Sword trembled suddenly, flying towards Su Twelve like an arrow from the string.

The sword light flashed across, and countless red smoke filled the air, covering most of the arena.

Su Twelve threw out the talisman and began to cast spells.

But before the spell was finished, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw a flash of vermilion coming through the air.

In an instant, his breathing stagnated, and he felt a crisis coming.

Su Twelve knew that this sword must not be taken forcefully, so he made a decision immediately, stepped on the Shadowless Phantom Step, activated the wind-calling technique, and walked on the wind.

He also wore advanced cloud-walking boots on his feet, and his movement speed could only be described as ghostly.

But no matter how he dodges, the sword light follows him like a shadow, always pursuing him.

"What a weird attack, we must fight it quickly!"

Su Twelve squinted his eyes, his thoughts changing rapidly.

The body is like a phantom, and while dodging, a mouthful of true energy spurts out, and at the same time he uses two kinds of magic: water and fire.

A firebird and a water bird flew out.

Both of them were in the form of magical illusions. They did not attack Ye Baichuan, but sprayed water and fire at each other.

"Zizzizi..."

Water and fire have been incompatible since ancient times. Now when water and fire meet, thick water mist suddenly rises.

In an instant, it turned into thick fog and enveloped the entire arena.

This thick fog can only block the exploration of some ordinary disciples at best.

Su Twelve didn't really expect to be able to completely conceal his own strength.

, but he knew very well that the big tiger was eyeing him, and even if he solved Ye Baichuan, he would definitely make other moves.

Thinking of the five pink poison beads obtained from the evil pit, Su Twelve had another plan in mind in case of emergency.

In the thick fog, Su Twelve's eyes turned cold.

Holding the iron-hatred blade in his hand, a majestic force of true energy surged out from his body and poured into the blade.

And his cultivation level also skyrocketed to the eleventh level of Qi refining stage with the surge of true energy.

"Qiang!"

Facing the oncoming Zhu Hongjian, he held Hentie in his hand and swiped it with his backhand.

Sparks burst out instantly, and Zhu Hongjian was swept away with one sword.

"What?!"

Ye Baichuan was shocked when he noticed Zhu Hongjian's change.

Immediately, a sword light was seen, sweeping over with mighty power.

How can it be? !

This kid is actually at the eleventh level of Qi refining stage? !

There was a hint of surprise in Ye Baichuan's eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Su Twelve was skillful in his attacks, and his true energy was extremely strong. From the beginning, he had guessed that Su Twelve's strength was definitely not as simple as shown outside.

But the actual battle still surprised him!

snort! It’s only the eleventh level of Qi refining stage, so what? !

With a groan, he did not dare to be careless in the face of this sword.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted onto the scabbard!

Immediately, the light curtain in front of him became strange.

Zhu Hongjian, who was knocked away by Su Twelve, trembled violently, and once again bloomed with brilliance, carrying murderous intent, and attacked Su Twelve from behind.

Feeling the crisis approaching behind him, Su Twelve frowned, his expression unchanged.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound all over his body, and under his urging, the Iron Sword of Hatred struck the light screen in front of him fiercely.

This light screen is extremely tough, but his sword is not simple either.

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The powerful energy directly shattered the light curtain.

After smashing the light with one blow, Su Twelve did not continue the attack. Instead, he suddenly restrained his momentum, swayed, and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already behind Ye Baichuan.

"puff!"

At the same time, a flash of rainbow light passed through Ye Baichuan's lower abdomen.

Looking down at the Zhu Hongjian stabbing his body, Ye Baichuan's eyes were about to burst.

At the moment of the fight, Su Twelve moved as fast as thunder, so fast that Ye Baichuan had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, he was injured by his own attack.

Lost?

Actually lost? !

Ye Baichuan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it for a moment. Not only did he lose, but he also lost so completely? !

But the severe pain coming from his abdomen made him clearly understand that everything was real.

The plan succeeded, but Su Twelve did not stop there.

A burst of true energy was injected into the Iron Blade of Hatred, and the cold light of the blade became stronger by three points.

With a backhand sword, it stabbed Ye Baichuan straight into the back of the heart.

Ye Baichuan's attack was ruthless, and it was clear that he was here to take his life, and he could not be merciful.

"not good!"

Feeling the crisis approaching behind him, Ye Baichuan's expression changed again.

Ignoring the pain on his body, he forced his true energy to activate the scabbard of the Zhu Hong Sword. The light flashed and moved to his back.

"Qiang!"

The sound of the clashing of golden swords resounded in all directions.

Su Twelve's sword was blocked by the scabbard.

The powerful spiritual power was still bombarding Ye Baichuan's back.

"puff!"

Ye Baichuan trembled, raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Gritting his teeth, he took advantage of the strength and rushed forward a hundred steps, rushing out of the thick fog in one breath and arriving outside the ring.

snort! This guy is really difficult to deal with!

It seems that if you want to deal with him, you can only find another opportunity!

Su Twelve snorted, not surprised at all by this result.

No one who can walk step by step on the road of cultivating immortality is stupid.

With Ye Baichuan's strength, it was impossible to have no means of saving his life.

Taking a deep breath, Su Twelve immediately calmed down the fluctuating true energy in his body.

Xiao Zhoutian's Breath Condensation Technique was operating rapidly, suppressing his cultivation to the eighth level peak of the Qi Refining Stage again.

At the same time, everyone onlookers were stunned when they saw a figure rushing out of the thick fog.

"It's over so soon? Senior Brother Ye Baichuan is really powerful...wait? Why is it Senior Brother Ye?!"

"Are you kidding me? Senior Brother Ye came out and was injured?"

"What happened? Senior Brother Ye was defeated?! He is the second person in Tianhua Peak and is known as the Red Eyed Killer God!"

…

Before he could see the figure clearly, someone whispered happily, but before he finished speaking, he could see the appearance of the person clearly.

In an instant, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone was shocked!

Everyone had imagined countless possibilities for this battle, but they never thought that Ye Baichuan would actually lose.

A pair of eyes fell on Ye Baichuan, with surprise and confusion written on his face.

Feeling the gazes of everyone and listening to the voices in my ears.

Ye Baichuan felt it was particularly harsh, and his cheeks were even redder and hotter.

Thinking about Ye Baichuan, he has a great reputation in the sect and has few opponents in the Qi refining stage.

If he loses to perverted geniuses like Yan Guihui and Baili Zhuilong, then that's it.

But as for Su Twelve...it was true that he was accepted as a registered disciple by the Great Elder ten years ago. But everyone knows that his spiritual talent is mediocre and not outstanding at all!

How could such a disciple defeat him so easily?

This is simply a shame!

At this moment, in this situation, feeling the attention of everyone, Ye Baichuan just wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ye Baichuan's face became weaker and weaker.

Taking a deep breath, he urged his body and quickly flew towards the pavilion where Tianhua Peak was located.