Sikong Qiyu's eyes turned extremely red when he thought of the Si family that had been wiped out, and his men's attacks became even more fierce.
Shi Shenhong's face didn't look good. Although he could sense Sikong Qiyu's vague hostility towards him before.
But he always thought that this was because of Sikong Qiyu's emotions showing that he coveted the position of his sect leader. Although he was wary, he didn't care too much.
Because, in his opinion, with Sikong Qiyu's talent and strength, after he retires as the sect leader in the future, he will naturally pass the sect leader's position to Sikong Qiyu.
But what he didn't expect was that Sikong Qiyu showed hostility to him entirely because of the Si family's affairs. This was a fight to the death.
"Sikong Qiyu, get out of here!"
Shi Shenhong roared, but his heart was not strong enough. The sword intention of the Purple Gold Sword still remained in his soul. He was barely resisting this sword intention and was unable to exert his full strength.
Sikong Qiyu naturally saw Shi Shenhong's decline, and his men's offensive became more and more fierce and terrifying.
He very well carried out the principle of killing you while you are sick to the end.
"Senior Sikong, get out of the way!"
Suddenly, Zhuo Wen's serious voice came from behind Sikong Qiyu.
Sikong Qiyu was overjoyed. He tried his best to use his strongest blow and broke away from Shi Shenhong's battle group.
Then, he saw Zhuo Wen behind him, holding the Three Fire Mirror in one hand, and above him, the endless sea of blood flames quickly condensed into a blood mountain burning with raging blood flames.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold and merciless. His right hand turned into a sword finger, pointed at the sky, and then swung it down suddenly.
I saw the blood mountain in the sky, falling down at a terrifying speed, cutting bright bloody traces in mid-air.
Shi Shenhong's pupils shrank. He wanted to retreat, but no matter how he retreated, he was already locked by the Qi machine of the Blood Mountain.
What's the point of retreating?
The blood mountain was extremely fast and landed on Shi Shenhong in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, the terrifying blood flames exploded, and the deafening explosion swept through places trillions of miles away.
Zhuo Wen and Sikong Qiyu had already withdrawn early.
I saw that the valley below and the endless mountains surrounding the valley were all covered in blood flames, gradually annihilating, disappearing, and collapsing.
In the end, this mountain range turned into a bottomless abyss. Above the abyss, endless blood flames were burning, as if they would never be extinguished.
"Pfft!"
Zhuo Wen spit out a mouthful of blood and turned pale. He quickly withdrew the Three Fire True Mirror and subconsciously distanced himself from Sikong Qiyu beside him.
Sikong Qiyu glanced at Zhuo Wen lightly and said, "Zhuo Wen, don't worry! I, Sikong Qiyu, am not such a mean person!"
"Thanks to your help this time, I was able to kill Shi Shenhong as I wished! I can swear not to snatch the Three Fire Mirror from you, and I still owe you a favor!"
Zhuo Wen still looked at Sikong Qiyu warily. He was not a newborn calf. He would not believe it simply based on Sikong Qiyu's words.
Sikong Qiyu didn't care about the suspicious look in Zhuo Wen's eyes, but his eyes fell on the valley where Shi Shenhong was.
To be more precise, it is no longer a valley, but a bottomless abyss. Above this abyss, there is endless blood flame floating.
He showed a trace of relief, he really couldn't feel Shi Shenhong's aura anymore.
Under such a terrifying offensive, Sikong Qiyu thought that Shi Shenhong would not survive.
And at the moment when Sikong Qiyu relaxed, a strong sense of ominousness hit his heart.
I saw the void behind Sikong Qiyu, and suddenly a magic spear stretched out and flew towards Sikong Qiyu's back.
Sikong Qiyu's pupils shrank, but his reaction was extremely fast. The moment the magic gun came, his body immediately moved to one side, avoiding the inevitable magic gun.
But the speed of the magic gun was too fast. Although Sikong Qiyu avoided the critical point, he was still hit in the left shoulder blade by the magic gun.
Seeing blood spurting out from his left shoulder blade, Sikong Qiyu grunted and fell down from mid-air.
When Sikong Qiyu barely managed to stabilize his body in mid-air, the magic spear from the void vortex completely swept out.
And coming out with the magic gun was another figure.
"Shi Shenhong?"
Sikong Qiyu's pupils shrank, feeling unbelievable as she stared at the man holding a magic gun.
He is none other than Shi Shenhong.
However, Shi Shenhong was in an extremely embarrassed state at the moment. His clothes were all in tatters, and even his hair was burned away by the blood flames, leaving him bald.
"You're not dead?"
Sikong Qiyu looked at Shi Shenhong in disbelief. Under such a terrifying offensive, Shi Shenhong did not suffer many injuries except for being a little embarrassed.
Shi Shenhong grinned and said: "Sikong Qiyu, you still know too little about me! Do you know what the magic gun in my hand is?"
Sikong Qiyu's attention then fell on the magic gun in Shi Shenhong's hand, and he felt the violent aura flowing out of the magic gun.
His pupils narrowed slightly and he said in a low voice: "This is... a seventh-level divine weapon that breaks the sky?"
"Haha! Yes, this gun is called the Wuji Sky-Breaking Gun, and it is connected to a certain dimensional space! The power of the Three Fire True Mirror is indeed very powerful, but I used this gun to enter the dimensional space and avoid those attacks!
"
Shi Shenhong's eyes became more and more proud. He waved his right hand violently, and the terrifying gun intent swept out, turning into a violent wind and blasting towards Zhuo Wen not far away.
Zhuo Wen originally planned to escape immediately when Shi Shenhong appeared, but now that he saw Shi Shenhong's offensive, he knew he couldn't leave.
There was a trace of cruelty in his eyes, and he used several purple gold swords to strike at the spear intent.
Poof!
Zhuo Wen was shocked to find that the purple gold sword was easily crushed by the spear, and then fell directly on him. Bright blood bloomed all over his body, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.
The moment Zhuo Wen landed on the ground, Shi Shenhong moved. He shot out like lightning, and the target was Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen used the Three Fire True Mirrors one after another and was already extremely weak. How could he be Shi Shenhong's opponent?
The moment Shi Shenhong landed next to him, he punched Zhuo Wen in the abdomen.
Zhuo Wen spit out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground on one knee, and his breathing became extremely rapid.
Shi Shenhong took out a ring, threw it out, and enveloped Zhuo Wen, turning it into a golden light shield, wrapping Zhuo Wen's entire body inside.
After doing this, Shi Shenhong no longer paid attention to Zhuo Wen, but stormed out and headed towards Sikong Qiyu not far away.
Zhuo Wen was seriously injured, and he was not worried that Zhuo Wen would escape at all.
Now, he just wants to get rid of the traitor Sikong Qiyu immediately, and then come back and deal with Zhuo Wen slowly...