Weapon Master Chapter 1614: The Seven Palms of the Blood God
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Chapter 1614 Seven Palms of the Blood God
Tang Huan's mind was calm, and the life around him frantically gathered into his body.
After killing so many opponents, Tang Huan's consumption was naturally not much smaller. However, from the beginning to the present, Tang Huan has been inhaling death breath almost all the time. Therefore, even after such a long period of time, the strength in his body is still quite strong, and it can last a long time.
"Come!"
After a long while, Tang Huan opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of his lips raised a weird smile, "The seventeenth-order undead... really has fate!"
In the direction where the woman in red disappeared, a powerful aura was rapidly approaching.
The breath gave Tang Huan a rather familiar feeling, and the person who came should be the first order 17 necromancer he found in this second round of selection.
Sure enough--
After an instant, at the end of the passage, a tall black shadow flashed out. On the left chest, seventeen heart rings gleamed with light, and between the palms, the **** aura wandered like a snake, with a strong evil spirit. Roaring out of the body, it looked like a killing **** rushing out from the depths of hell.
Seeing Tang Huan, the necromancer was stunned for a moment. Even if he smiled, he clearly recognized that Tang Huan was the first fish under his hand to slip through the net.
"What a coincidence, we met again!"
The voice of the necromancer suddenly became stern, "Xia Yinhao, remember my name, don't die and don't know whose hand it died."
"This is exactly what I want to say to you." Tang Huan stared at the black figure, and laughed, "Remember, I'm in Xia Youyi!"
"Interesting."
Yin Hao smiled mockingly, and her giant palm like a fan suddenly flapped forward.
The blood-red breath that resembled a spirit snake suddenly turned into two blood-colored giant dragons, roaring forward with their teeth and claws, wherever they passed, a terrible wave of blood was set off, a sense of terrible death. In this passage, it diffused rapidly, as if to obliterate all obstacles ahead.
"Hey--"
The corners of Tang Huan’s lips were slightly raised, and the blood-colored giant sword in his hand whizzed out almost at the same time, and the familiar sound of cracking silk echoed in this passage again. A huge, tens of meters long sword light rolled up a terrifying blood-colored hurricane, and it immediately reached a hundred meters away and violently collided with the two giant dragons.
"Boom!"
The sound of the sound was earth-shaking, and the entire passage trembles fiercely, as if it was about to collapse.
In the next moment, the **** sword glow and the two blood-colored dragons broke apart almost at the same time, and the horrible energy raged wildly, and instantly turned into a terrifying impact force towards the Yinhao on both sides of the passage. And Tang Huan, whose pseudonym is "Youyi", whizzed away like a raging wave, but the two figures remained motionless.
"Huh?"
Yin Hao whispered in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with surprise. Since the second round of selection of the "Emperor Spirit Ceremony", his method can be said to be invincible, and no opponent can stop him. hit. Of course, this is also the reason why he did not fight against other 17th-order masters.
He often meets other seventeenth-level masters in the tunnel, but both sides avoid it with great tacit understanding. They naturally had the same idea as Tang Huan. In a fight like this, no matter who wins or loses, it will eventually be cheaper than other opponents.
So, Yin Hao used this method to kill all the way, winning streak, and killing as many as 107 opponents. There is little suspense about becoming a prince.
But now, a guy of rank sixteen has let him miss.
After a brief period of suspicion, thick anger has emerged from Yin Hao's eyes. Immediately, he hummed coldly, grasped his right fist, suddenly lifted it, and then blasted out like lightning, a huge black The shadow of the fist instantly penetrated the heavy energy, and roared forward in the wind and waves.
Tang Huan's eyes condensed slightly, the **** giant knife in his hand suddenly dispersed, and he directly grabbed his claws.
"Chiff--"
In the extremely sharp sound of breaking through the sky, the huge blood-red claws tore through the void, facing the black fist shadow at a terrifying speed, seeming to be able to burst the void.
Tang Huan wanted to use the body of the dead spirit to use the sword-death style in the five inheritance of casting gods, or turn the knife into a spear, to use the spear-extreme style, but Tang Huan finally gave up.
In this battle, the necromantic elder named Wo Yu must be able to know clearly. Whether it was the death of a sword or a spear, after all, it was the combat skill of a human monk, and it was unparalleled. With the eyesight of Wo Yu, he might be able to see the mystery and doubt Tang Huan's identity.
For safety's sake, we still use the usual methods of necromancers, even if it is a fist seal, Tang Huan does not intend to use it.
Anyway, even if it is lost, it’s okay to escape. Tang Huan's mentality is naturally very relaxed because he doesn't care about the outcome of this battle.
"Boom!"
In less than a blink of an eye, the blood-red giant claws fell on the black fist shadow, and the two burst apart again at the same time, turning into boundless strength and raging sharply.
In this confrontation, it was once again evenly matched.
"Whoo!"
Tang Huan’s body is like a streamer, directly resisting the force of the tumbling impact, and shoots forward. In the dantian, the "dead puppet" has already moved to the extreme, the left side of the dead body In the chest position, the sixteen heart rings circulated swiftly, exploding with extremely rich blood.
The next moment, Tang Huan took it out with a palm.
"Huh!"
The sound of howl seems to be able to penetrate gold and cracked stones, and the black palms that seem to be condensed with death air expand rapidly like an inflatable ball.
At the same time as the expansion, countless bloodshots spread rapidly on the surface of the giant palm. After an instant, it was densely packed, like a spider web, and the giant palm seemed to fill the entire passage, and rumbling forward. , Like a thunderous force, it seems to be able to crush all obstacles.
"Seven Palms of the Blood God!"
Yin Hao's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of solemnity in her expression.
The opponents actually used the "Seven Palms of the Blood God". This method is widely spread among the necromancers. Many necromancers have practiced, but few can reach home. Because of this method, the consumption of power is really too great, and few people can support such consumption.
Seven palms of the Blood God, after one palm, there is another palm, layered on top of each other, like a raging wave, with terrifying power.
The second round of selection of the "Emperor Spirit Ceremony" is now in progress. The opponent called "Youyi" actually still has enough power to use such a method, which shows its majestic power. Moreover, judging from the bloodshot giant palms, the "Seven Palms of the Blood God" he cultivated obviously had a small success.
Yin Hao's thoughts turn, but the reaction is not slow at all.
"You have the'Seven Palms of the Blood God' and I have the'Devil Killing Punch', but I have to see which one is more powerful!" In the violent shout, Yin Hao stepped forward suddenly, his already tall body seemed abrupt The expansion doubled, his face instantly became extremely hideous, and a terrible killing intent surged wildly between his bodies.