He hit Fan Ling with one palm, then reached out and took the three thousand thunder rolls and put them into the ring.

After leaving the auction hall, Mo had been following the people from Tianshe Mansion, but he did not take action.

Because he knew that someone would not be able to help it first. Since there were already mantis who wanted to compensate, then he would be the later oriole.

Originally, he just wanted to get the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill, but Fan Ling snatched the three thousand Lei Dong and even brought it to his door.

So, I took over this scroll of ground-level fighting skills.

Fan Deng caught Fan Ling and looked at his son who was almost beaten to death, feeling distressed. He quickly fed him a healing pill, and then asked several Blood Sects to send him back to the sect.

He looked up at Mo Feng, his eyes were filled with anger, and he said, "You dare to steal the things from my Blood Sect and hurt Ling'er like this. I want you to die a bad death!"

Mo Feng didn't care when he heard this: "Three Thousand Thunderstorms are just a good deal. I want the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill you just got, too."

Hearing this, Fan Deng was also furious and shouted: "Die for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful Dou Emperor's aura burst out, his body turned into a blood shadow, and shot straight towards the former. On the palm of his hand, the cold blood-colored Dou Qi quickly condensed.

He came to Mo Feng in an instant and slapped his blood-red palms.

Faced with this attack, Mo Feng was also a little serious, and his powerful fighting spirit condensed and a palm was blasted out without fear.

The violent energy surged, the soil and rocks collapsed, and the thick trees were cut off in the waist.

This was the first time he had faced the powerful Douhuang alone in the true sense. Although he had fought with Yun Yun many times before, it was just a competition, which was completely different from the current situation.

Although Mo Feng is still in the realm of Dou King, he has the blessing of the Flame God Skill and the strange fire, but he can be compared with the initial Dou King.

However, Fan Deng's strength is not weak, and he should have reached the level of the middle stage of Douhuang, which is even stronger than Yun Yun.

After a slap, Mo Feng was knocked back by the powerful fighting spirit, but he was not hurt.

"Hurry up and hand over three thousand thunders, maybe I can spare your life!"

Fan Tui said coldly.

Although the opponent's strength is not as high as the Dou King should have, he is not his opponent.

Mo Feng chuckled, ignored the other party, and saw nine-colored light flashing across his chest, and then his momentum rose rapidly and instantly broke through to the level of Douhuang.

Seeing this scene, Fan Deng's face also changed. He didn't expect that the other party had such a secret skill that could quickly improve his strength, and he was directly promoted from Dou Wang to Dou Emperor!

Before, the opponent could exert the combat power of the low-level Douhuang at the level of a high-level Douhuang. Now...

Fan Tui, who was sure to win, was also a little hesitant at this time. He was no longer sure to defeat the other party.

Then he said, "I can ignore the fact that you hurt my child before. Just hand over the three thousand thunders and leave on your own."

Mo Feng heard this and said lightly: "Since you are so polite, I will be generous. As long as you give me the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill, I will not let you go."

Hearing this, Fan Deng's expression immediately became gloomy and he said, "Your priest said this, it seems that he is unwilling to return the fighting skills?"

Mo Feng smiled and said, "This was originally something you stolen. Even if it was still returned to the original owner, what does it have to do with you?"

Fan Deng also knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully, and a killing intention flashed in his eyes.

"If you don't eat toast, you will be punished for wine. If that's the case, then you will die!"

As he spoke, the blood-colored fighting spirit in his body suddenly burst out, and blood light swept forward with overwhelming light.

Seeing this, Mo Feng raised his palm and a red and blue flame burst out, colliding with the blood in the sky.

The two forces impacted each other, although the terrifying blood light enveloped the four sides, it was quickly dissipating, like water stains evaporated by the scorching sun.

"Extraordinary Fire!"

Fan Deng widened his eyes, and never expected that the person in front of him would have such a means.

Although the martial arts he practiced were bloody and domineering, they were dark and would be restrained by some strange flames.

But that kind of flame is rare in the entire northwest region, and I didn’t expect that today I encountered a strange fire.

In front of the strange fire, my cultivation level will be suppressed by at least 20%, especially when facing the powerful Douhuang master with the strange fire, he is even more passive.

At this time, he had already developed the intention to retreat, but he was extremely envious of the rare earth-level fighting skills like San Thousand Thunder. If he gave up, would he be unwilling to accept it.

Thinking of this, he decided to use all his strength to fight the other party.

With a loud shout, he saw the wings of the Dou Qi behind him vibrated and his body rushed into the sky.

Then he raised his arms, his slightly sharp palms swirled slightly, and the surging blood-colored fighting spirit surged out like blood, and finally formed thousands of blood, lingering around Fan Tui's body, whistling rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red palm print worth more than ten feet in size condensed out of thin air and bombarded down.

"Blood Nether Divine Palm!"

This is a very powerful fighting skill he mastered, and he once defeated a powerful fighting emperor.

Seeing this, a sense of fighting appeared in Mo Feng's eyes. A flash of light, and the Haotian Hammer surrounded by flames appeared in his hands.

Looking at the palm that was crushing from above, the fighting spirit burst out and went straight to meet him.

He swung the Haotian hammer with both hands and slammed it hard on the blood-colored giant palm. At the same time, the red-green flames also burst out and bombarded the giant palm.

The terrifying pillar of fire seemed to melt the air and directly penetrated the giant palm.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread from the palms, and instantly spread across the palms.

With a "boom", with the Haotian Hammer exerting force again, the Blood Nether Divine Palm collapsed and shattered...
Chapter completed!