Chapter 1388: Nine tricks

Chapter 1388
"Rumble ..."
Within the ring, there was a trembling sound that shook even the world. In the ring, the blood was long and the blood was steaming, as if it were a blood prison.
In this blood prison, there are red figures moving around. They are bright red, without any impurities, and the pairs of purplish red pupils are even more strange. If the sky fire is burning, it is like Like their own intellect, they are full of spirits and full of anger, like messengers, hunting their prey in this limited space.
"Hmm ..."
A pale golden figure shuttled through the blood prison. The speed was very fast, and it was hard to catch it with the naked eye. He was holding a huge black sword in his hand, and he slashed all the messengers of hell. Two sections, and then passed quickly, the figure flickered everywhere, there was no trace at all, avoiding the pursuit of these messengers.
"To lose ..."
Seeing this scene in everyone's eyes, they could not help sighing.
Of course, this is not because Feng Hao is too weak, but because his opponent is really too strong.
"Unfortunately, if he has been in previous sessions, he can definitely win the first place."
Some older people sighed and sighed for Feng Hao.
However, even if he did not win the first place, no one would dare to look down on him.
After all, in the realm, the two are already one level apart. If they are the same level, the results may be different.
Even the big guys on the stage, at this time, they all believe that Feng Hao can not last long, and even the old man with a haircut is ready to rescue at any time.
Just what happened in this newcomer just now is enough to make him pay attention to Feng Hao.
Poison God House, Killing God House, plus the Baqiao Body, and various approaches are magical means. If they grow up, even if the Imperial Palace does not have a virtual martial arts body, they can still compete with the other two chambers.
Therefore, Feng Hao's position in his heart can be imagined.
If such a genius is lost, it will cause the imperial palace to go back to the origin again, and it may be replaced by Nandoufu.
"No play anymore ..."
Longyueguan stood there, shaky, with no murmur in his mouth, like a dying man.
The mystery of this afterimage is too terrible. Each level of puppet can be compared to a person of the body. However, under his mystery, this puppet is endless. At this time, in On the ring, there are at least fifty or sixty puppets condensed by blood.
However, no one saw it, but Feng Hao's red eyes changed from time to time.
Originally, the pupils were floating like the sea of ​​blood. At this time, although it was still red, it was like a flame of flame was burning ...
From time to time, if the volcano erupts, sometimes from the fire in the wind, it is strange and changeable.
In his brain, nine tricks groaned together, and the sound was loud, far beyond the seven tricks.
Of course, Feng Hao doesn't know how the seven tricks are. If he knew, he would be absolutely shocked.
Because the sound of these nine tricks resounds, they can even be compared with some people of the third order.
In other words, the two extra tricks gave him two levels.
Otherwise, with the strength of his first order, why can he defeat the second order.
At this time, in Feng Hao's mind, he still thought that Jiuqiao didn't bring him much benefit at all, perhaps, the benefit had not evaporated at all.
What's more, Jiuqiao brings more than that. Regarding the adjustment of the rhythm, the speed is also unknown how many times faster than those of Qiqiao.
And in his brain, the lines on the inner wall are even more obvious. The sound of the ringing sound, if it is a sharp knife, engraved his own trace on the road mark hanging in the center ...
After condensing the eighty-one magpies, the afterimage stopped reading the ancient curse, and his eyes were like blood, looking coldly at Feng Hao, who was moving in the blood prison. Slowly, he raised Crimson sword in hand.
"cut."
At the moment when Feng Hao was under siege by the three enemies, the afterimage quickly shot, the sword was cut out, and a red mark was drawn, and it was directly slashed on Feng Hao's back at high speed, flying it out.
At that moment, Feng Hao almost fainted, and the pain in his back was as if he had been cut in half. He grinned for a while.
The body was cracking. On his back, there was a long mark, the flesh was split, and even the bones inside it could be seen cut into two pieces. The bones were dense and golden blood was flowing out.
"His blood turned out to be golden yellow."
In the scene, some sharp-eyed people saw the abnormal shape on his back and exclaimed, and those pairs of pupils revealed an incredible look.
The color of blood can only be changed by the person who has reached a certain level, engraving the ‘Tao’ of his own perception in the blood and passing it on.
This is common sense and well known.
"It seems that he has a great legacy, maybe, the origin of that black energy ..."
Some people are guessing that it feels very good.
All of Feng Hao's surprises them. If they are passed down by a certain extraordinary power, then it can still be explained in this way.
But what made them feel unclear is why they have never heard of this energy.
"Hmm ..."
In the process of being tossed away, Feng Hao's back, limbs, and chest were all chopped by the slashes that fluttered around him.
Some people can't bear to look down here, close their eyes, or look away.
On the high platform, the old man of Hefa Tongyan was about to make a shot, but he was still stagnant, and there was a strange light flashing in those murky eyes.
Because in Feng Hao's eyes, it is not dim, nor is it the sea of ​​blood, but two flames ...
The pure flame, like a candlelight, was abrupt, so it was lit, and at the same time, in his brain, the Taoprint in the nucleus of the Tao, it was obvious that there was an additional red color, shining and burning.
"Om ..."
The sound of this kind of burning sound is very high, and it seems to be very low. It resounds in his body, and then, a huge momentum is thinned out from Feng Hao's body, just like a volcanic eruption. The momentum was soared several times directly, and the blood mist around him was directly broken, breaking one's own territory.
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