"Bang"

The second fish intestine thorn was crushed by Tianji Wuchang.

Ren Hao came to his senses and his fist came out like a dragon. The two yin and yang were combined and they hit Zhang Moye. This attack could not be avoided at this distance!

"Clang"

The heavy punch hit Zhang Moye two inches in front of him, hitting the crystal clear protective ice.

He is a master of the witchcraft and protects his body with ice.

Zhang Moye was frozen in the ice, and the ice layer was circulating for less than a moment, but it accurately blocked the punch. The ice cubes flew out. As Ren Hao's gaze, Zhang Moye with a beard smiled.

Before the cold air dissipated, there was a rolling fire rising in the night. Yang Tao, who was watching, condensed and saw Zhang Moye shoot a big light palm.

The fire was beating and golden light was entangled, and it was three more domineering than the unique skills of the Holy Fire Sect he personally played.

This punch hit Ren Hao's fist head-on.

When the two fists collided, with the two as the center of the circle, the terrifying waves of air rushed to all directions, and there was a loud noise like muffled thunder falling from the sky, and the earth was shaking endlessly.

This is not an illusion!

The two of them in front of them have reached the peak of ordinary warriors. Once they have all their strength, this hill more than ten feet tall will be smoothed out in an instant.

Thirty feet apart!

Shen Qiu felt as if he had been involved in a level 10 storm and was blown to the point of being ripped.

The weaker Zhang Lan even raised her arms and protected her in front of her, but she was still blown for three steps. It was the mountain ghost who held him with one hand to prevent him from being blown away.

But others are not so lucky.

The crowd was filled with people and screaming and screaming everywhere.

"The crowd retreated ten feet more!"

Huang Wusan shouted sternly.

Some people immediately retreated, but more people stubbornly stopped in place.

This battle will determine who is the best in the world, and it is also the ending battle of the leader, and no one is willing to miss it.

If you are injured, get hurt.

It will be worthwhile to be able to see this true peerless battle with your own eyes!

The air waves quickly dissipated.

The scene in the scene seemed to have returned to confrontation.

Leader Ren Hao was panting, and a thick blood-colored air column spurted out from his nostrils. His face was full of cracks, and his long pale hair fell in the wind.

But the true energy in the body evacuates, just like the long hair of smoke, swaying endlessly.

Zhang Moye seems to be slow.

But all the experts could see that Zhang Moye's left hand, which was behind him, was trembling abnormally.

He was injured!

This Demon Sect leader who has been invincible in the world and has been in power for thirteen years was injured by Ren Hao's alliance leader!

There is hope!

"I was so happy today! I still have all kinds of wonderful methods, but unfortunately you can't hold on."

Zhang Moye laughed loudly, he reached out and plucked his hair, looked at Ren Hao who was tragic opposite him, and said:

"There are three remaining moves, let's decide the outcome!"

"good!"

Ren Hao reached out and touched the corner of his mouth. This action tore the flesh and blood on the corner of his mouth, and even the bones could be seen. Lin Huiyin beside Lin Wandong couldn't bear to look at it any longer.

She turned her head away, feeling sad, but she heard a burst of exclamations and raised her head again.

Light.

The red light was bursting out from Zhang Moye's hands.

The strange red light was just like Lin Huiyin had seen outside Suzhou City. The magic sword was evil, but the magic sword was not here. Zhang Moye only used the first magic skill he had obtained in his life.

Blood Sea Demonic Art.

He didn't need to ignite evil to stimulate the illusion of the blood sea. He just put his fingers together and swung them gently, and there was a blood-colored sword light filled with it. The strange red light spread rapidly with him as the center of the circle.

Since it was the three moves of death, Zhang Moye did not spread the illusion of the blood sea to the maximum, but only maintained it at about ten feet.

The sea of ​​blood is churning, a scene of Shura.

Ren Hao was pulled into the illusion, and he was like standing between a red world, with a two-meter-high Jingguan on the only land in the middle of the sea of ​​raging waves.

Countless heads piled up together, like the skeleton throne of the Demon of the Blood Sea.

Zhang Moye was standing on the head of the man, his left hand was lowered, and a strange red light was gushing and spitting endlessly at his fingertips.

There was also a blood-like mark in the center of his eyes and on his forehead.

"Ren Hao, the third time we fought back that year, you lost under this move."

Zhang Moye said softly:

"Is it in Huashan that time? You just learned the Liangyi Divine Fist and were proud, but you lost a lot of money. I pressed it to the ground and beat it all over my head."

"Thirteen Fist!"

Ren Hao stood in the sea of ​​blood. He raised his head and looked directly at Zhang Moye with burning eyes.

A smile appeared on his terrifying face.

He said:

"You hit me with thirteen punches, I remember clearly. Since that's what happened, did you deliberately place the stone tablet that records the Liangyi Divine Fist on Mount Hua?"

"no."

Zhang Moye shook his head and said:

"I'm not that bored yet. I really want to teach you, but I won't use such a bad way. That's your fate, don't think too much."

"All right."

Ren Hao tightened his fists, and Tianji Wuchang made a crackling sound. His momentum changed. He raised his fists, and Zhang Moye also turned into a blood shadow. For a moment, the sea of ​​blood surging and surging.

Thousands of blood have turned into thousands of demon shadows.

Just like the scene where You Wuming uses the Demon Destroy Sword Technique, any martial arts that Zhang Moye can learn will form a demon shadow.

In this illusion of the blood sea, hundreds of Zhang Moye appeared at the same time and turned into a shocking sword. The power of this sword is more than ten times stronger than the ghost shadow legion just now.

Ren Hao's response was extremely simple.

Decision to sacrifice oneself, nine points!

"boom"

The weakened blood and energy were once again pushed to the top, and the wall that was blocking him was once again clearly noticed.

"Kaitian!"

Ren Hao punched two punches and hit the front, extremely simple and unchanged.

But it is the most powerful and fierce in the world!

Want to create a world!

The demon shadows were just starting out and were shattered by the force of fists like a hurricane tornado, and turned into bloody rain in the sky, falling back to their original place.

This ten-foot sea of ​​blood is like the shattered world, and the dreams among the flowers are swaying and scattering.

Can't stop it!

break!

"Dang"

Like the sound of glass breaking, everyone's ears sounded clearly in the ears of this hill.

The blood-red illusion also turned into millions of fragments at this moment, just like red light feathers flying in the sky under the cold moon, shattering, and Zhang Moye's black robe was also torn apart by the fist wind.

There were two clear fist marks on his waist and abdomen.

On the other hand, Ren Hao turned into a bloody man at this moment.

The hills were torn apart.

It was silent, like a sword that broke the dozen or so high and nearly a hundred feet wide hills into two, so fast that no one noticed them, and the soil was destroyed silently, as if the hills were born to be broken.

The ordinary method of changing the world is the game of warriors, the purest attack, without any reservation.

At dawn this night, it is also the purest friendship between men.
Chapter completed!