The longer he fought with Lan Feng, the more Long Xiaoquan's determination to kill Lan Feng became extremely strong. This is a genius who must be killed in the cradle and prevent him from growing up.
"Bang……"
Long Xiaoquan secretly used the power outside the Lingwu Realm to the palm of his palm, and grabbed Lan Feng's fist with his big hand. After a moment of confrontation, Lan Feng was defeated. He shook his body and retreated for two steps, and a light appeared in the soles of his feet, and he calmed down his body.
Long Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes into a line, tilted his head and looked at Lan Feng, looking at him with disbelief, but at the same time, a powerful aura surged from his body, and his big feet swept out in the air.
"boom……"
Long Xiaoquan's kick was very powerful, and it was so loud that the vacuum sounded. The marks of big feet were exposed in the air, which made life cold.
Lan Feng's bloody eyes flashed, and he had only the battle inside. His endless fighting spirit kicked out with his big feet and met him. But with a "boom", he kicked together in the air, and the two of them who followed the bounce back at the same time.
Lan Feng's feet were shining, and a pool of blood was hanging above his head. He was calmed down like a few frogs rolling in the air.
Long Xiaoquan secretly mixed forces outside the Lingwu Realm, and the power was very powerful. As soon as the person retreated back, he stabilized his body. Lan Feng could not hurt him in the pure body at all.
Lan Feng's bloody eyes were flashing continuously, as if he was being exasperated by Long Xiaoquan, and as if he was seduced by Long Xiaoquan from the murderous fighting spirit of Taotian in the depths of the heartache.
After one side stood still, Lan Feng rushed towards the other side without using any spiritual power. He wanted to defeat the other side with his powerful body.
He was covered with blood-light evil spirits, and the evil spirits were like millions of evil spirits on the ghosts, with heart-wrenching roars.
Long Xiaotian suddenly laughed, stepped out his big foot and went up to meet him with his palm.
With a slight "hissing", Long Xiaoquan's power suddenly decreased, and he failed to shake Lan Feng backwards like he did last few times.
Lan Feng smiled bloodthirstyly. He looked like a madman. When he succeeded, he burst into laughter. He kept pursuing his mind in his body to shake Long Xiaoquan away.
He felt that it would be worth using so many opportunities to be swept away to knock a strong man out at a time. The blood and evil aura around him started to move like crazy when his heart moved at will. The blood and evil aura rolled in.
Lan Feng stared at Long Xiaoquan coldly, looking as if he had just eaten the other party.
Suddenly, Lan Feng felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from his palm. The pain came out from his palm little by little and finally spread throughout his body.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp sword light burst out from his palm. The sword light broke through the halo of the dantian under it bit by bit, stabbed into the palm of his hand, and finally penetrated the palm and exposed it to the back of his hand.
"The magic weapon of the birth, what you think, what your soldiers are heading for." Lan Feng said gloomyly, without any fear on his face, but instead showed a crazy bloodthirsty smile.
Lan Feng suddenly circulated his spiritual power in his body. Regardless of the pain, he clenched his big hand into a fist, grasping the sword light tightly, completely ignoring the wound on his big hand.
Lan Feng was a bit like a desperate person. He went crazy. He survived just to fight, fighting bloody battles until he died in battle and could no longer stand up.
The Long Xiaoquan anti-episode plan should have been joyful, but he felt a creepy feeling, and he didn't even know why this kind of mistake was born.
Suddenly, he saw Lan Feng's uninjured big hand grabbing the top of his head, and Lan Feng grabbed the pool of blood above his head.
When he grabbed the blood pool, the blood pool seemed to have survived. The blood light evil spirit in the air swept away and rolled. Lan Feng grabbed the blood pool and slapped Long Xiaoquan.
Long Xiaoquan's face suddenly turned pale. He finally knew where the fear in his heart came from was the pool of blood.
This blood pool has the evil spirit of Taotian. After confronting the jade seal for a while, it absorbed the majestic power on the jade seal, thus blowing up the jade seal.
If this blood pool hits him? Long Xiaoquan thought about the consequences of the blood pool hitting him, he shook his whole body. He could not imagine what the consequences were.
He was afraid. He was desperately trying to retract the pierced sword light and escape. Facing the terrifying existence of the Blood Pool, he had no courage to fight at all.
Lan Feng's injured hand tightly grasped the sword light, and the bloody dantian halo was shining. Long Xiaoquan could not retract the sword light, so he simply abandoned the sword light and flew backwards.
With a loud "boom", the blood pool pounced on the air and smashed into the air, as if it was smashing the entire air with the light of Taotian, and the air shook.
Long Xiaoquan burst into cold sweats. He felt that although Lan Feng was a great spiritual warrior and his cultivation was extremely low, the blood pool magic weapon in his hand caused him to suffer everywhere.
This is the most headache he felt since his debut. This magic weapon was too weird, like a natal magic weapon not a natal magic weapon, but after putting all the ordinary natal magic weapons into a few streets, he led the way.
What kind of treasure is this? His face showed a hint of greed, but this hint of greed disappeared without a trace. He looked back and saw that the entire air was filled with pools of blood.
Lan Feng once heard Yun Xin say about his natal magic weapon, but after calling it out of thin air several times, the blood pool suddenly became everywhere, and he felt that he had a certain connection with the blood pool.
This connection is like a connection between flesh and blood. The heart moves at will, pointing the sword to the point where the warhead is. He feels that where his spiritual consciousness is, the blood pool appears at will.
Lan Feng didn't even know why this feeling was for, but this feeling made him extremely happy.
Long Xiaoquan was panicked. He had no courage to fight. He wanted to use his natal magic weapon to deal with it, but this idea was just a change in his mind and was thrown away from the nine heavens.
Using Taotian's natal magic weapon will attract the Cangtian's hand transformed from the bloody will, and the chance of being killed is faster. He will not seek death like the previous few headless sealers.
Furthermore, he believed that although Lan Feng's blood pool magic weapon was powerful, the other party's cultivation was very low. He secretly used the power outside the Lingwu Realm to withdraw it and conceal it, and it was very likely that he would escape.
Long Xiaoquan chose a place and flew out in the sky. He believed in his ability, but could break through the points in these blood pools and fly out in an instant, without confronting the blood pool.
"Bang bang..."
Long Xiaoquan grabbed a big hand out of thin air, and his big hand grabbed a bright sword. He held the sword and slashed the blood pool with Taotian's momentum.
The dragon-slashing roaring spring only felt a soul-sucking and devouring force pulling the spiritual power in his body. After retreating, the person quickly escaped from the blood pool.
Next, Long Xiaoquan slashed with his sword one after another, and his power became stronger and stronger. After a moment, a little crack appeared on a blood pool, and the crack was gradually pulled wider, revealing an empty mouth.
Long Xiaoquan's figure swayed and flew out towards the air mouth. After flying out, he looked back and felt a sense of fear.
With a "bang", a pain came from Long Xiaoquan's head. He raised his head and saw an extremely huge pool of blood above him covering it.