Chapter 1614: Seven Palms of Blood God

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Chapter 1614 Seven Palms of Blood God
Tang Huan calmed his mind, and the surrounding vitality gathered wildly into his body.
After killing so many opponents, Tang Huan's consumption is naturally not too small. However, from the beginning to the present, Tang Huan has been breathing death gas almost all the time. Therefore, even after this long time, his strength in the body is still quite strong and can support for a short time.
"coming!"
After a short while, Tang Huan suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange smile evoked from the corners of his lips, "The seventeenth-level necromancer ... is really destined!"
There was a strong breath towards the direction in which the woman in red disappeared.
That breath gave Tang Huan a rather familiar feeling. The visitor should be the first seventeenth-tier necromancer he found in this second round of selection.
really--
After a moment, at the end of the passage, a tall black shadow flashed out. Seventeen heart rings glittered on the left chest. Between the palms, the breath lingered like a snake, and the thick evil spirit roared from the body. Out, it looks like a killing rushing out of the depths of hell.
Seeing Tang Huan, the undead stunned, even if he smiled, it was obvious that Tang Huan was the first fish under his own hands.
"What a coincidence, we meet again!"
The voice of the necromancer became stern and stern, "Yinxia Hao, remember my name, don't die and don't know whose hands it is."
"This is exactly what I want to say to you." Tang Huan looked at the black figure and laughed, "Remember, under the wings!"
"interesting."
Yin Hao smiled mockingly, and her palm-like palm slammed forward.
The blood-like breath of the spirit snake turned into two blood-colored dragons, and Zhangya danced and clawed forward, and wherever he went, he set off a terrible blood wave, and the terrible death silence was in this passage. The interior was steep and filled, as if to obliterate all obstacles ahead.
"Hey--"
Tang Huan's lips angled slightly, his blood-colored giant sword whistled out at the same time, and the crackling familiar sound resounded in this passage again. The tens of meters of gigantic scalpel rolled up a terrible hurricane, and it reached 100 meters away in an instant, colliding with the two dragons.
"boom!"
The sound of the ringing sounded terrifying, and the entire passage trembled fiercely, as if to collapse and collapse.
The next moment, the blood-booming sword-mang and the two blood-colored dragons shattered almost at the same time, and the horrific energy raged wildly, and instantly turned into a shocking shock toward the hidden sides of the channel and their pseudonyms. "Wings of the Wings" Tang Huan screamed away, like a raging sea, but the two figures remained motionless.
"what?"
Yin Hao whispered in his mouth, his eyes tinged with suspicion. Since the start of the second round of selection of "The Emperor's Spirit Ceremony", this method has been used for nothing, and no opponent can stop him. Of course, this is why he did not play against other seventeenth-level masters.
He did not meet the other seventeenth-tier masters in the passage, but both sides avoided each other with great tacit understanding. They are naturally thinking the same as Tang Huan. At such times, no matter who wins or loses, they will eventually be cheaper to other opponents.
Therefore, relying on this method, Yin Hao killed all the way, winning consecutive battles, killing as many as 107 opponents, becoming the prince with no suspense.
But now, a sixteenth-level guy has let him down.
After a short period of suspicion, a thick anger had emerged from Yin Hao's eyes. Immediately, he hummed coldly, grasped his right fist, raised it suddenly, and then exploded like a lightning. A huge black fist moment Penetrating the heavy energy, roaring forward in the wind and waves.
Tang Huan's eyes were slightly condensed, and the giant knife in his hand suddenly dissipated.
"laugh--"
In the sharp sound of blasting, the huge blood-red claw shadow tore the void, and greeted the black fist shadow at an appalling speed, seemingly able to catch the void.
Tang Huan wanted to use the body of the undead to cast the sword style in the five inheritances of the casting god, or turn the sword into a gun and use the gun style, but Tang Huan finally gave up.
In this battle, the undead elder named Wo Yu must be able to know clearly. Regardless of whether it is a sword or a gun, it is a combat skill of a human monk, and it is exquisite. With the eyesight of Wo Yu, you can see the mystery and doubt the identity of Tang Huan.
For security reasons, it is still common to use necrotic methods. Even in the form of a fist seal, Tang Huan does not intend to use it.
Anyway, even if we lose, there is no problem running away. Tang Huan's mentality is naturally very relaxed.
"boom!"
In a blink of an eye, the blood-red giant claw caught on top of the black fist shadow, and the two exploded again at the same time, turning into boundless energy and raging.
This confrontation turned out to be evenly matched.
"Oh!"
Tang Huan is like a streamer, directly facing the force of the rolling impact, and blasting forward. Within Dantian, the "necromantic statue" has been urged to the extreme. The left chest of the necromancer's body, Sixteen heart rings circulated at a rapid pace, bursting into an intensely rich blood.
The next moment, Tang Huan took a direct shot.
"call!"
The sound of Li Xiao seems to be able to wear golden cracked stones, and the black palms that seem to condense with death gas swell up like an inflatable ball.
At the same time, countless bloodshots spread rapidly on the surface of the giant palm. After a while, it was dense and dense, like a cobweb, and the giant palm seemed to fill the entire channel. Thunder thunder, it seems to be able to crush all obstacles.
"Seven Palms of Blood God!"
Yin Hao's face changed slightly, and there was a little dignity between his looks.
The opponent's display is actually the "seven palms of the blood god". This method has spread widely among the Necromancers. Many necromancers have been cultivated, but few can reach home. Because of this method, the consumption of power is too large, and few people can support such a consumption.
There are seven palms of the blood god, and one palm after the other, one after another, like a raging wave and horrible waves.
This second round of selection of the "Imperial Spirit Ceremony" has now proceeded. The opponent named "Wing Wing" still has the power to exert such means, showing its majesty. Moreover, judging from the photographed giant palms covered with bloodshots, the "Seven Palms of Blood God" he had cultivated apparently had a small success.
Yin Hao's thoughts turned, but the response was not slow.
"You have the Seven Palms of Blood God, and I have the Demon Killing Fist. I want to see which one is more powerful!" In the thunder, Yin Hao stepped forward suddenly, and his tall body seemed to expand suddenly. Times, his face instantly became incomparable, a terrible killing intention soared wildly in the body.