Chapter 367 Mo Xie in the Temple of Black Blood

? On the battlefield….

Huo Kou's face became more and more difficult to look at. In the last session, he and Zhan Wuji were at the same level of cultivation, and they were still no match. Now, the opponent's cultivation level has broken through and is one level higher than his realm.

However, after all, he is one of the top ten geniuses, and Huo Kou is not willing to give up like this!

"Burning World Industry Fire Palm!"

The next moment, the fire robber's eyes burst into flames, and suddenly a palm shot out. Suddenly, endless waves of fire broke out and merged into a huge palm print, which blasted out towards Zhan Wuji.

Even if you lose, you have to... Defeat!

"Too weak, one punch is enough!"

Seeing the palm print coming, Zhan Wuji sneered, raised his right hand lightly, and punched it out.

"Hongtian Divine Fist!"

The golden fist print is like a divine light falling from the sky, as dazzling as a golden thunder light.

After the fist mark passed, all the fire waves scattered and flew in all directions, and the huge flame palm print instantly cracked, rushed past, and arrived in front of Huo Kou in an instant.

call!

Huo Kou's figure retreated without hesitation, his whole body was full of anger, and layers of fireballs were pushed out, layering in front of him, blocking the golden fist mark.

boom! boom! boom!

The golden fist prints slammed into the fireballs like thunder, and as the explosion continued, the fireballs were all scattered.

bump!

Lightning was like thunder, and the golden fist slammed on Huo Kou, a blood-colored throwing line swept through the air, and the fire robber sprayed out a blood mist all over the sky, and fell towards the battle platform a thousand steps away.

One punch! Fire Bandit... Defeat!

The fire bandit fell, vomited several large amounts of blood, and looked at the purple-robed figure on the battle platform with horror on his face.

There was a dead silence in the entire Quartet stand, and there was no sound...

Ranked sixth on the Imperial Ranking, the top ten talented Huo Kou, the top-level genius martial artist of the young generation of the Red Leaf Empire, he couldn't even take a punch from Zhan Wuji... This Zhan Wuji,

Before he knew it, he had already left other geniuses far behind.

The original battle of the top ten geniuses, unexpectedly, turned into a crushing battle.

Afterwards, Zhan Wuji on the battlefield plundered Huo Kou's God of War spirit pattern, and the Golden Armored God of War standing up behind him rose another ten feet, reaching a height of ninety-three feet.

Looking up at his Golden Armored God of War, Zhan Wuji nodded with satisfaction, he was looking forward to... when it broke through the height of a hundred meters.

At that time...it will be the time when the legendary "Hidden Dragon Sanctuary" opens.

After the battle between Zhan Wuji and Huo Kou was over, the second top ten talent ranking competition began immediately. . . .

In this match, Ye Dingtian fought against Mo Xie!

These two people, one is the third prince of the Red Leaf Empire, the other is the young master of the Black Blood Temple, the fifth and eighth of the last top 100 emperors.

On the battle stage, Ye Dingtian, dressed in golden armor and yellow robe, stood up, with both hands on his back, and waves of dragon energy and tiger power swept out, like an emperor overlooking the world.

Not far away, Mo Xie was wearing a black robe and a strange mask, only showing a pair of blood-colored pupils, giving me a sense of sinister evil, which formed a sharp contrast with Ye Dingtian's imperial aura.

The Temple of Black Blood, the evil sect in the Red Leaf Empire, cruel and bloodthirsty, the road to a strong rise for decades is a bloody road. In this regard, the major sects in the Red Leaf Empire have already accumulated resentment, and many sects have already accumulated grievances. It was announced that the Zongmen would fight to the death, but they were all crushed by the powerful Black Blood Temple, and there was no way to fight back.

The two stood on the stage and stared at each other for a moment, but without saying a word, they went to war directly.

"An angry mountain and river!"

Ye Dingtian raised his hand and slapped it with a palm.

"break!"

Mo Xie's palms were full of cyan and black blood, and the same palm slammed out, blasting Ye Dingtian's palm prints away, and there was no victory or defeat in one move.

"Ye Dingtian, this time, you are no longer my opponent!"

Mo Xie gave a yin laugh, and his body became violent, rushing towards Ye Dingtian.

When the body was violently rushing, the black air flowed on the body, and the black mist continuously sprayed out, and surrounded Ye Dingtian in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, a whole nine-person-high black air mass formed a circle and surrounded Ye Dingtian in the middle. Mo Xie's body was full of infuriating energy, a bloody light suddenly appeared, and he raised his hand and slammed it out.

"Blood Evil Thousand Slaying Palms!"

When the blood-black palm prints were blasted out, a strange scene appeared. The nine black mists surrounding Ye Dingtian, along with Mo Xie's palm blasting out, also rushed out of the black mist with the exact same blood-black palm prints. ,

Together with Mo Xie's palm print, they were shot from ten different directions towards Ye Dingtian at the center.

Ten palm prints, the same gloomy wind bursts, the blood is soaring to the sky... It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake!

"what!?"

Seeing this scene, Ye Dingtian's face changed greatly, his eyes swept across, and he found that these ten palm prints were flawless.

Whoosh!

Ye Dingtian didn't dare to make a hard connection, he stepped on his feet, and suddenly jumped up. When he took off, his body turned over and his palms slammed out continuously.

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, three blood-black palm prints were blasted apart by Ye Dingtian's palm prints.

"Fake...!?" Ye Dingtian was startled.

The next moment, the remaining seven blood-black palm prints did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, they kept changing direction and charged towards Ye Dingtian in mid-air.

Ye Dingtian was in the air, his brows were slightly wrinkled. Among the ten palm prints, only one should be true, and all of them were illusory and had no power at all.

The vision transformed by infuriating energy is nothing but a martial skill that confuses the opponent.

call! call! call!

The blood-red palm prints slammed into the sky, the power was shocking, and suddenly one point, from all directions again, surrounded Ye Dingtian in mid-air, not giving him any space to dodge.

Seeing this, Ye Dingtian was terrified. There were several palm prints that were exactly the same. No matter his gaze or consciousness, he could not detect the difference.

At this time, Ye Dingtian had no way to tell which one was true and which one was false.

drink! drink!

In a hurry, Ye Dingtian could only mobilize his true qi, shoot with both palms, and blast at the two blood-red palm prints.

At the same time, Ye Dingtian, without hesitation, poured most of his infuriating qi out of his body, forming an incomparably thick body-protecting infuriating qi in case of an accident.

The two blood-red palm prints hit by Ye Dingtian instantly shattered, turned into a waterfall, and dissipated the void.

These two are also illusory, not the real palm print. This time, they still hit the wrong target.

boom!

At this time, the remaining five palm prints had already rushed in front of Ye Dingtian, slamming firmly on top of his body-protecting infuriating energy, four air currents, and a burst of infuriating qi violently exploded, it was the real palm print .

bump!

Ye Dingtian snorted and his body shook violently. At the same time, the body-protecting infuriating outside his body exploded and disappeared without a trace.

The powerful anti-shock force instantly impacted Ye Dingtian's body, causing his whole body's blood to be in chaos, and the blood surged up against the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Dingtian, you are sure to lose!"

Mo Xie was hidden in the black air, and suddenly rushed towards Ye Dingtian with nine black mists exactly like his own.

"Humph! Want to beat me? Dream!"

Hearing this, Ye Dingtian snorted coldly, his figure flashed, his palms flew, and one after another powerful palm prints kept hitting Mo Xie.

This time, Ye Dingtian directly attacked those black mist clouds first. Under the bombardment of his domineering palm prints, several black mists exploded in an instant, turned into black gas, and melted away.

However, at the same time as the black mist dissipated, Mo Xie laughed a few times, his body trembled slightly, and another black mist rushed out to fill it up.

As a result, with the help of these nine black mists, Mo Xie instantly suppressed Ye Dingtian.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

On the battle platform, the palm prints flew, and the figure swept away. Under the gust of wind, black mists were scattered everywhere. However, when the black mist dispersed, there was no Mo Xie figure at all.