[One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty] Under the Will of the Gorefiend

The Saint Yuan poured out from the body of God Zhanfu, and the golden fingers continued to increase their power like the top of Mount Tai. "Thunder Dragon's Wrath!" Xuan Qingtian also seemed to realize that Xuanlei Sacred Slash might not be the opponent of the God of War Fu. The purple-gold Thunder Dragon roared out, and in a blink of an eye, he wrapped the golden giant finger, like a It is a ferocious giant snake that rolls humans into a circle, and the body is constantly exerting pressure. The golden fingers quickly couldn't bear the pressure and turned into golden stars that dissipated between the sky and the earth. Thunder Dragon roared, and when his body moved in the air, he rushed towards the God of War Fu. Thunder and lightning represent destruction and destruction. Before the thunder and lightning approached, God Zhan Fu felt his body numb for a while. "Damn, this move was originally intended to deal with Yan Hao Qi, but I didn't expect..." The God of War Fu took a deep breath and found a slender golden holy sword in his hand. "God of War slashes the ground!" The golden sword light burst out of the space, and the dazzling golden excitement couldn't open their eyes. But even if they couldn't open their eyes, they could feel the terrifying power contained in this slash. The God of War's ground slash can be said to be a half-step top-grade sanctuary's secret knowledge level. With the help of the golden holy sword's increase, the power of this slash is no less than the ordinary top-grade sanctuary's secret knowledge. The cultivation of the God of War Fu is vaguely beyond the peak level of the sanctuary. With this cut, the combat power has been infinitely close to the small perfection of the sanctuary. Ordinary sanctuary peak Jiuzhongtian is enough to kill dozens of them in seconds. If it weren't for the gap between the Sanctuary's Small Perfection Realm and the Sanctuary Peak's peak, it was not comparable to the difference between every normal day, I'm afraid that the attack power of the God of War had already reached the Sanctuary's Small Perfection Realm. As soon as this cut was made, everyone looked at Xuan Qingtian. If Xuan Qingtian didn't have the same trump card, he was afraid that he would lose this time. However, he saw a strange smile on the corner of Xuan Qingtian's mouth, and the next moment, a terrifying blood surged into the sky. The blood-colored energy enveloped Xuan Qingtian, and the original purple-gold Xuanlei Battle Armor seemed to be contaminated with blood at this moment, and turned into a thick blood-colored battle armor. The dark pupils radiated blood-colored light, and Xuan Qingtian at the moment was like Shura who came out of the sea of ​​blood. "Gorefiend's will." Xuan Qingtian murmured four words in a low voice, the corners of his mouth widened and he let out a crazy laugh. As soon as the bloody aura came out, the true disciples around the battlefield let out a groan, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared. These hallucinations are all bloody and terrifying, and the eyes looking at Xuan Qingtian can't help showing horror. The blood-colored barrier stubbornly resisted the golden sword light, and no matter how the golden sword light hit, it could not break through the blood-colored barrier. "How is that possible!" God Zhan Fu exclaimed in horror. Han Feng's expression also changed greatly: "This... What the hell is this? How did Xuan Qingtian's cultivation level rise to such a terrifying level?" Out, Xuan Qingtian soared to the realm of small perfection in the sanctuary. No matter how strong the attack of God Zhanfu is, it is only infinitely close to the Sanctuary Small Perfection, and there is still an insurmountable gap between it and the real Small Perfection. Therefore, even if Xuan Qingtian's aura was only equivalent to the lowest realm in the early stage of the first stage of the Small Perfection, it was enough to easily resist the golden sword glow. Hearing Xuan Qingtian's frantic laughter from time to time, Han Feng shuddered a little. If he also refined the blood core, would he be like this now? Although it looks a lot stronger, it doesn't look like a normal person no matter how you look at it. How can normal people make such eerie, body-chilling laughter. Yan Hao Qi stepped back and was shocked by the blood-colored aura. "This Xuanqingtian... What kind of adventure is there? Actually..." At this moment, Yan Haoqi's face became completely solemn. He thought that among the true disciples, only God Zhan Fu was worthy of his all-out efforts, but now it seems... Clan Chief Zhan's face It is extremely ugly. If his son loses, he can only compete for third and fourth. When did his God of War family fall to such a point. Which one is not the first or the second, and even the first occupies the majority. Although Xuan Qingtian was a little surprised by the combat power Xuan Qingtian showed at this moment, it was more of a constant unease in his heart.

On the battlefield, Xuan Qingtian suddenly stretched out his hand, the blood-colored energy turned into a blood-colored big hand, and directly grasped the golden sword glow in one hand under the shocked gaze of the God of War. Xuan Qingtian's blood-colored pupils showed a cold smile, and the blood-colored big hands slammed hard, only to hear a bang, and the golden sword light shattered. The shattering of the sword beam erupted with unparalleled power, and even the blood-colored hand was almost destroyed, but the blood-colored hand was replenished afterward, and the blood-colored hand was re-condensed, and a palm shot towards Zhanfu God. "Guardian of the God of War!" Zhanfu God's face changed wildly, but the power of the blood-colored big hand was still far beyond the imagination of God of War. The big bloody hand slapped on the body of God Zhanfu, and God Zhanfu felt as if he had been hit hard, and he vomited blood and flew upside down. "God Fu!" The patriarch Zhan stood up in anger, his body suddenly flew away, and he was about to shoot at Xuan Qingtian with one palm. Seeing this, the Xuan patriarch was very annoyed, and he showed his body to intercept the Zhan patriarch: "Zhan, do you still want to take action against the juniors?" Many ancient patriarchs looked at the Zhan patriarch with strange eyes. It is full of uncertainty, and it is extremely normal to be injured. Not a few of their ancient disciples are injured. But who would take revenge on a junior like Patriarch Zhan. This surnamed Zhan is too narrow-minded. Only then did Patriarch Zhan realize what he had done, and his face was dark. At the time of Zhan Tianxing before, he was only worried about Zhan Tianxing's grandfather, so he would take action. The worst thing to say is to put on a pretense and show it to Zhan Tianxing's grandfather, so that the grandfather who will be punished by Zhan Tianxing will find an excuse to trouble him in the future. And this time, it was truly involuntary. God Zhan Fu was the son of the Clan Chief Zhan who had high hopes. Seeing that God Zhan Fu suffered heavy losses, how could the Clan Chief Zhan hold back. Taking a deep breath, the patriarch Zhan bowed his hands to the patriarch Xuan: "It's because Zhan was agitated for a while, and I asked the patriarch Xuan not to care." Although the patriarch Xuan was dissatisfied, he understood that, after all, the disciple is the disciple, and the son is the son. , his son was severely injured, and he might be angry and shot at the moment. The red-robed ancestor waved his sleeves, and it was Xuan Qingtian who announced this victory. The true disciples around the battlefield were silent for a while. Before that, they never thought that this would be the case. (End of this chapter)