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- The blood-haired man stood on the hexagram platform on the 62nd floor. Blood glowed from his broken arm. He was reborn in an instant, and his whole body was covered with fairy light.
He was blessed by the immortal bones, with immortal energy lingering around his arms, and his strength was immense. His fists actually dared to strike against the blade of Panman's axe.
"Bang."
"Bang."
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Feng Feiyun danced wildly with the Panman Axe, his arm was like a windmill, crushing the surrounding space and time, and bombarded the blood-haired man's fist.
"Bang."
Finally, Panman's ax dispersed the fairy light surrounding the blood-haired man, and tore the blood-haired man's entire arm open with one axe. Drops of sacred blood fell on him, and each drop was like a mountain hitting the ground, offering sacrifices. The stage roared.
"Go to hell."
Feng Feiyun had holy blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the center of his eyebrows flashed with colorful divine light. He struck the blood-haired man on the head with an axe, and exhaled Xia Qi from his mouth, "Death."
Under Feng Feiyun¡¯s huge pressure, the blood-haired man was forced to retreat again and retreated to the sixty-third floor of the hexagram platform.
He can no longer retreat. If he retreats further, he will reach the 64th floor of the Gua Platform, which is also the top of the Tai Chi Bafang Altar. If he retreats to the top of the altar, he will also be shocked to death by the power of the immortal bones.
No one can resist the power of immortals.
Since we can¡¯t retreat, we can only fight.
"I am a cultivator in the sacred realm and the most outstanding disciple of Taoist Tai Chi. If I don't believe in using the power of immortal bones, I am no match for you."
The blood-haired man was born at the beginning of the ancient times and lived for more than ten calamities. He was a disciple of Taiji Taoist. With the help of the power of immortal bones, he was isolated from the corrosion of time and has lived from ancient times to the present. He has reached the divine realm.
¡°But he has the power of immortal bones, but he is forced to retreat by a junior who has only practiced for thousands of years. This is a fact that he is unwilling to accept no matter what.
"Tai Chi soldiers understand Dafa."
The blood-haired man's eyes revealed a fierce light, and a section of his little finger was broken.
The bloody little finger flew towards Feng Feiyun, exploding in front of Feng Feiyun, emitting the power to destroy a starry sky.
"Bang."
The divine robe on Feng Feiyun¡¯s chest exploded, his flesh and blood were blasted, and his body swayed before he fell down from the 62nd floor of the hexagram platform.
This impact is so strong that it is almost unstoppable.
The blood-haired man gritted his teeth, and his entire left hand flew out, hitting Feng Feiyun's body.
"Boom."
This force was ten times greater than the previous force, blasting Feng Feiyun's body to pieces. There were gaps everywhere, tatters, blood flowing, and the body seemed to be about to split at any time.
"He won't die even if he does this. How strong is his body?" The blood-haired man gritted his teeth and his entire left arm flew out.
What he used was the "Tai Chi Bingjie Dafa". Bingjie's own body can explode with power several times, even dozens or hundreds of times greater than his own body. But once the Bingjie is released, it also means that these soldiers are released. The dead body cannot be regenerated.
When Bing frees one hand, the hand is really gone, and it will take tens of thousands of years to recover.
"Blow down."
Feng Feiyun¡¯s body was completely shattered by the blood-haired man¡¯s arm and turned into blood mist, but soon Feng Feiyun was reborn against the sky, condensed his body again, and stood on the sixty-second floor of the hexagram platform.
"How is it possible? Even if the power of Tai Chi Bingjie Dafa cannot kill you, it is enough to knock you off the altar." The blood-haired man said.
"You want to know the reason, then I'll tell you." Feng Feiyun raised his right foot. There was a sword at the bottom of the foot. Half of the sword's blade was exposed outside the foot, emitting a demonic light.
Every time he took a step, the sword was inserted into the hexagram platform on each level, nailing his entire body there.
In this way, you can only die in battle and never take a step back.
Feng Feiyun said: "The Tai Chi Bing Jie Dafa is indeed very powerful. If you directly kill yourself and use your whole body to attack me, you will definitely be able to exert the power of the Great Sage's full blow. Then I will definitely die. It's a pity. But you dare not do it because you are afraid of death."
The blood-haired man snorted coldly, and his entire torso flew out, leaving only one head still floating on the sixty-third floor of the hexagram platform, with a ferocious look in his eyes, "Why do you need a strike from the Great Sage? One strike is enough to kill you."
This force is simply more powerful than the Immortal Light Strike, like a cosmic explosion.
Feng Feiyun's eyes shrank, and the five-color divine seal between his eyebrows began to move crazily, turning into a five-color divine mask, covering himself.
? ?Boom. "
The body of the blood-haired man exploded, releasing a force that destroyed everything in the world.
Everyone who still stays above the Tai Chi Baying Hall of Eight -way Hall of Eight -way Hall of Eight -way Hall of Eighth has perceive the extremely powerful power, and has escaped under the Tai Chi Babu Hall, but countless people still have not escaped.
"Puff."
"All the creatures on the Tai Chi Bafang Altar were killed by this force. Even the Holy Spirit fell. No one survived. Dead bodies piled up in one world after another.
Silence.
Dead silence.
The entire Tai Chi Bafang Altar became quiet, and all the fighting disappeared. Only one head was still floating on the sixty-third floor of the hexagram platform, and a long laugh came from his mouth, "Haha, I'm dead, I'm finally dead." It¡¯s over.¡±
Feng Feiyun on the 62nd floor of the hexagram platform had also been bombarded by the force just now. He was hit immediately and his body turned into grains of blood sand. Many people saw it. One scene.
Under the altar, the entire battlefield came to a halt.
"Did Feng Feiyun also die in the battle?" The big demon dragon was covered with wounds, and all its flesh and blood were lost. Broken keel bones could be seen in many places, and there was a deep sadness and sadness in its eyes. despair.
Taizu failed and Feng Feiyun died.
The Tai Chi Bafang Altar has become completely empty, even though it has long been known that this is a dangerous battle, and it is the last struggle for survival in the Lost Pearl Hunyuan world.
But when the ending came, it was still unacceptable, and the life in everyone seemed to have disappeared.
In the Divine Prison, all the saints felt a sense of desolation. What appeared in front of them was not only Feng Feiyun who died in battle, but also the densely packed corpses on the Tai Chi Bafang Altar.
"Thishow is this possible? Feng Feiyun died in the battle, no way" The blood dragon stared blankly at the top of the altar, seeing with his own eyes Feng Feiyun's body turned into drops of blood and sand, and was blown away by the wind. Blown away, the scene made it feel unreal.
It always felt that Feng Feiyun would not be defeated, but now he died in the battle.
Feng Xiaolong¡¯s eyes were red, and he clenched his five fingers tightly, as if his nails were about to pierce into his flesh and blood. His body was full of demonic aura, and his demonic intent exploded in his body, and the purple divine ship in his body rushed out.
He turned over and stood on the purple divine ship, flying towards the top of the Tai Chi Bafang Altar, "Kill."
The Tai Chi Bafang Altar has been cleared, and there is no enemy blocking his steps. He alone climbed onto the sixty-second floor of the hexagram platform, fell from the purple divine ship, and picked up a black ring finger on the ground. .
Feng Xiaolong pinched Miao Gui's finger, gritted his teeth tightly, and said: "You said I don't dare to fight to the death, you said my will is not strong enough, then I will show you how strong I am."
Feng Xiaolong put the Miao Ghost Ring on his thumb, stretched out his palm, and the Panman Ax fell into his hand. He looked up with a stern look, and the fighting spirit in his body burst out completely.
Miao Gui raised his finger, and the "God King Flying to the Sky" image flew out and merged into the purple divine ship. The weapon spirit of the purple divine ship was completely activated, emitting purple clouds.
The purple divine ship at Feng Xiaolong¡¯s feet roared with the purple divine ship on top of the altar.
The body of the purple divine ship was shaking violently, trying to shatter the seal and fly off the altar. The saints imprisoned on the purple divine ship could feel that the seal was loose and the restrictions were showing signs of being broken. They were all very energetic. shock.
"The purple divine ship's body resonates with the spirit of the weapon, and is resisting the power of the altar. If we join forces, we may be able to break through the divine prison." The Ancestral Dragon King shouted.
The ancestral saints on the purple divine ship began to mobilize their holy power to attack the seal and escape from the divine prison.
On the hexagram platform on the 63rd floor, the blood-haired man only had one head left, but he was still extremely powerful. A holy-level existence, even with only a bone left, could exert the power of an unparalleled saint.
"The purple divine ship is actually in your hands. It came just in time. Now the purple divine ship can be fully activated." Two evil rays of light shot out from the eyes of the blood-haired head, penetrating the void and bombarding it.
Feng Xiaolong is at the peak of the Infinite True Saint, but compared with the existence of the divine level, there is still a huge gap. The holy body was instantly shattered by those two rays of light.
"Wow,."
However, in just an instant, Feng Xiaolong's body condensed again, a ball of divine fire was beating between his eyebrows, and the aura on his body not only did not weaken, but became stronger.
"How is it possible that you, with your immeasurable true saint level cultivation, actually gave birth to divine fire? It is only a matter of time before you reach the divine realm." The blood-haired head originally thoughtEven if his blow could not kill the young man in front of him, it could at least severely injure him.
But he is still standing on the 62nd floor of the hexagram platform intact. Not only is he not dead, but there is also a divine fire between his eyebrows. The divine fire is frantically absorbing the power of the altar, and it is getting stronger and stronger.
"I understand. You are actually a born divine fetus. You are born with divine fire in your body. The blow I just gave did not kill you, but instead helped the divine fire in your body to burn. Whose are you? Heir." The blood-haired head said.
Feng Xiaolong's brows were filled with scorching fire, and the flames were endless. The power in his body was constantly rising, and there were signs of breaking through to the Holy King. He said: "The person who died in your hands just now was my father. My father died in battle, and my son will fight again. If you can kill one person from the Feng family, someone from the Feng family will naturally come to kill you, and the fighting spirit of the Feng family will never be extinguished."
Feng Xiaolong held the Panman ax and suddenly stepped onto the sixty-third level of the hexagram platform. His body stood like a withered grass in the strong wind of the universe, crumbling, but he still stood there steadily and struck the bloody head with an axe. Split it over.
This is the first time he admits that Feng Feiyun is his father.
Feng Xiaolong was naturally defeated by the blood-haired head, and his body was broken again and again, but his divine fire never ceased, and his body could always be re-condensed, and every time he re-condensed his body, he would absorb a large amount of immortal power from the altar. As a result, he gets stronger as he fights, and every time his body is broken, his strength becomes stronger.
At this moment, in the turbulent flow of time, a tattered ancient bronze ship has quietly flown past the sixty-third floor of the hexagram platform and landed on the sixty-fourth floor of the hexagram platform, which is the top of the Tai Chi Bafang altar.
Feng Feiyun was standing on the ancient bronze ship at this moment, his eyes firm, staring at the chaotic and ethereal fairy bone suspended in the center of the altar. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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