Just when Xuan Haoran was angry, the blood-handed Maitreya, who was standing in the distance, suddenly soared into the air. A bright red blood light turned into a long rainbow that covered Zheng Ming directly.

The blood light of the blood hand Maitreya fell to Zheng Ming's shoulders, Zheng Ming felt a feeling of devouring.

He felt that the energy around him was not only swallowed by the blood light, but also the true energy in his body was also in a state of rushing into the blood light!

The Maitreya divine bone has a golden body that is not broken, and the blood light that reflects the divine bone is also not comparable to ordinary true qi.

It is good for an ordinary master to exert 50% of his strength under this blood light, but this time, the Blood Hand Maitreya met Zheng Ming.

This time, Zheng Ming did not use Tai Chi true meaning. He activated the Red Ridge in his body and rushed out a palm tyrannically.

A huge red handprint burst out from Zheng Ming's palm.

"Bang!"

The Blood-handed Maitreya showed a trace of disdain in Zheng Ming's eyes when he used the martial arts of the yang and the tough. His best skills were to overcome hardness with softness.

However, when Zheng Ming's big handprints were heavily printed on the moment when he waved the blood rainbow, his face became extremely ugly.

The most yang and strong power was like a violent rushing flow, shattering his blood light, and what he felt even more unbearable was a powerful feeling, implying the invincible and strong meaning, trembling his spiritual consciousness.

Never be enemies with it!

This thought made the Blood Hand Maitreya very uncomfortable. His master once told him the word "State of Mind".

As a first-class peak warrior, if he is broken before he advances to Yuefan, it will be a fatal blow to others like him.

"You're looking for death!"

At this moment, Maitreya, the blood-handed, didn't care about anything to hide his weakness. He waved his hands and a sea of ​​red blood appeared in the void.

And this sea of ​​blood was like a net, silent, but it seemed to be filled with countless strange things that were hidden towards Zheng Ming.

"The sea of ​​blood is endless!"

When Yao Leqingshu saw this rolling sea of ​​blood, his face changed. He shouted loudly at Zheng Ming: "Zheng Ming, this is the sea of ​​blood and one of the unique skills of the Maitreya Divine Bone lineage. To crack this method, one can only avoid it."

But Yao Leqingshu's shouting was obviously a little late. The boundless blood light had already wrapped Zheng Ming at this moment.

The blood light was like a sea, and the white palm of the blood hand Maitreya slowly gathered like a snail, and as his palm slowly grasped, the bright red sea of ​​blood was slowly shrinking.

Nine zhang... Seven zhang... Five zhang...

Once this sea of ​​blood is gathered, the warrior trapped in the sea of ​​blood will be swallowed by this sea of ​​blood.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​blood turned into a blood cell that was ten feet in a radius!

The sea of ​​blood is endless, not only the move, but also the true meaning!

The true meaning of the move is mixed into the true meaning of the move, once it is used, it can swallow all things and turn the opponent into pus and blood.

This kind of incomparable viciousness of true meaning is also difficult to understand. Only the owner of the Maitreya Divine Bone can use this move.

The reason why the Blood-handed Maitreya used this move was because Zheng Ming gave him too much threat, but when he used this move, the expressions of Jiang Wuque and others became extremely serious.

A pair of eyes stared at the endless sea of ​​blood, with expectations and alertness in their expressions.

Golden bloodline, Taoist pattern and divine bones, and supreme holy body!

Although there seems to be a difference between them, in fact, each of these things has the power to make people tremble.

Jiang Wuque looked at the slowly contracting blood ball, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes. His concern for the Blood Handa was a little more.

However, the cold light then turned into arrogance. Although the feminine blood energy made people feel uncomfortable, he could use the power of the battle body to force the blood cell to break open.

Yao Lexuanji, standing on a lotus condensed by a purple true energy, looked disgusted with the blood-colored light ball.

He did not dislike the power of the light ball. What he disliked was that the light ball was too dirty and disliked.

As for the Taixuan Divine Bone, Su Xiaoman's eyes were filled with dullness, but the pair of treasure mirrors on her head had begun to appear and appear.

In the snow-white treasure mirror, silk threads appeared and saw each other. Most people didn't understand what these threads meant, but there was a sense of clarity in Su Xiaoman's eyes.

As for Xuan Haoran, although his expression was not moving, his tightly held palms showed his expectation in his heart.

As for what he was looking forward to, only he himself understood.

The palm of the blood-handed Maitreya was still slowly closing, but when the blood ball became six feet in radius, blue veins began to appear on his white palm.

At this moment, there were even drops of sweat on his forehead.

Obviously, at this time, he was a little struggling, and the blood cells he had gathered became slower and more difficult.

The sea of ​​blood is endless. After understanding this move, Maitreya, the Blood Hand, used it nine times in total. Each time, it was extremely relaxed, turning the opponent trapped in the sea of ​​blood into a drop of pus and blood.

However, this damn Zheng Ming made him feel a powerful force to break through the sea of ​​blood. No, it should be said that he had to break through the sea of ​​blood.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that he vaguely felt that his blood and energy that could swallow all the true qi had become extremely difficult to absorb Zheng Ming's power at this moment.

"Give up, you can't break through the sea of ​​blood. Even if you persist, you will eventually turn into pus and blood."

"Because, this sea of ​​blood is not just my power, but also my Tao!" The blood-handed Maitreya opened her lips and her voice was cold.

Zheng Jingren and Yao Leqingshu both clenched their fists tightly. The reason why they had not taken action at this time was because they had great trust in Zheng Ming.

But when the sea of ​​blood turned into a five-foot blood cell, the trust of the two people in Zheng Ming was finally shaken at this moment.

"Roar up!" Zheng Jingren said, without waiting for Yao Leqingshu to speak, and waved his arms and said, "Open the blood cells and rescue Mr. Ming."

The three hundred young men following behind the two people, without any words, so they soared into the air almost at the same time and rushed towards the rolling blood ball.

Palm wind, fist wind, knife light, sword light!

Almost in an instant, these people used their strongest power to bombard the huge blood cell hard.

The three hundred young men, in the sects and areas they live in, are all the prides of the young generation.

They seemed dim and dull in the Tianheng Divine Realm, in the golden bloodline, and in the supreme holy body, but the gathering of their power was like a vast torrent.

A torrent of cracking mountains and cracking stones!

Even if it is a mountain, it can only collapse under this torrent, and even if it is a big river, it can only stop the current under this torrent.

However, when this vigorous force hit the red blood ball heavily, it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any turmoil.

"Don't do it anymore. This sea of ​​blood is boundless, and there is a mystery of true meaning. Our attack will not only be swallowed by this sea of ​​blood, but also enhance his own strength, but will also attack Zheng Ming!"

Yao Leqingshu said loudly: "If we want to rescue Zheng Ming, the best way is to kill him!"

As he spoke, Yao Leqingshu's figure turned into a breeze and rushed straight towards the Blood Hand Maitreya. Just as he rushed to the Blood Hand Maitreya, a black long halberd smashed the Blood Hand Maitreya hard.

The people from the Supreme Alliance hesitated for a moment and some people were about to step forward, but at this moment, Jiang Wuque waved his hand gently.

His actions naturally prevented these subordinates from helping the blood-handed Maitreya.

However, the blood-handed Maitreya did not feel any anger. He snorted from his nostrils, and then a stream of blood spilled out of his body.

These blood lines quickly converged outside the body of the blood-handed Maitreya. In just a moment of effort, they formed an almost transparent blood-colored Buddha that was ten feet tall.

Through this blood-colored Buddha, you can see the blood-handed Maitreya in the Buddha, but when the black long halberd pierces the transparent Maitreya, the power that can open mountains and crack stones that can dissipate without a trace.

Maitreya's Divine Bone, unparalleled defense.

A cold light flashed in Yao Leqingshu's eyes. He closed his hands and fell backwards, smashing hard at the blood-colored Buddha again.

Zheng Jing's black sword light and the other teenagers' strongest methods also hit the scene at the same time, but their attacks, like Yao Leqingshu's attack, were like mud bulls entering the sea, unable to shock the slightest waves.

Inside the Buddha statue, Maitreya held his bloody hands tightly, and in an instant, the five-foot blood ball began to shrink again.

Almost everyone present knew that once the blood cells contracted to a three-foot radius, Zheng Ming inside would probably be in danger.

Although most people were worried about Zheng Ming at this moment, some were gloating.

Especially the thin young Master Lu Li laughed even more at this moment, his laughter was so refreshing.

Why he laughed and why he laughed so happily at this moment. Everyone present naturally understood.

However, no one paid attention to him. Yao Leqingshu and the others were still madly urging their strongest means, while Zheng Jingren had already reached his hand to his bracelet.

They want to do their best to rescue Zheng Ming from the blood cell formed by the endless blood sea of ​​Maitreya.

Just as they were about to use their last power, a shocking sound came from the blood cells.

The bright red blood balls broke like balloons under this huge force. Zheng Ming, who came out of it, rushed towards the blood-handed Maitreya.

Zheng Ming was as fast as lightning, and his fists were even more heavily printed on the blood-colored Buddha statue.

This punch was like thunder. The moment it blasted out, the sky and the earth seemed to tremble with the punch.

But in the shadow of the Buddha, the Blood-handed Maitreya, in addition to panic, there was also a hint of indifference in his eyes.

This is a kind of self-confident indifference. The body of Buddha formed by his Maitreya divine bones implies the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. Even warriors in the mortal realm will find it difficult to break through the defense of his Buddha body.

Once upon a time, a martial artist with a cultivation level of ten times higher than his level of cultivation had used all his strongest moves, but he did not break through the defense of his Buddha body.
Chapter completed!