Chapter 1646: Eighth order

Chapter 1646 Eighth Tier
"How is this possible and how can he withstand it, this is absolutely impossible."
The head of the Wuling clan was obviously unacceptable. The fact that Feng Hao could counteract the body of the in their clan, including the fat fox on the side, was also stunned at this moment.
The body of the spirit master of the witch spirit tribe, which represents the ultimate of the whole witch spirit tribe, is also the Xeon. If anyone can counter it, would it not mean that his talent can be compared with the Xeon,
It ’s not just them. The people in the tenth city do n’t seem to be able to accept this fact. On the scene, no one speaks. They ca n’t use words to describe their mood at this time.
"People's palace, the body of virtual martial arts, is he the reincarnation of the of nothingness."
For a long time, the fat fox was muttering,
Although they are reluctant to admit it, it is true that the of nothingness has once visited the Wuling tribe and retreated.
If it had that ability, would n’t the Lord of the Witch spirits leave this powerful enemy behind,
The peaceful departure of the of nothingness indicates that the of the witch spirit tribe was defeated. Now, the scene of that year is afraid to be reproduced.
However, at this time, the mask man was attacking Fenghao like a storm. He was holding a long sickle condensed with a blue rune, carrying an amazing evil spirit, and attacked every key of Fenghao flexibly. , As fast as an afterimage,
However, Feng Hao's speed is no less than him. The golden yellow sword formed by the combination of war will and five extreme talents in his hands is no less than the long sickle in his hands. He has attack and defense, without any confusion. However, the fighting intentions emanating from him have faintly improved in this kind of engagement,
The war intentions are evolving,
However, at this time, Feng Hao didn't notice this. In his heart, there was only one word, war,
"Damn, this guy, how could it be."
The negativity in the masked man's eyes slowly subsided, and the floating mood stabilized. The shock of the golden yellow sword in Feng Hao's hands forced him to do his best.
However, what surprised him most was that Feng Hao's attack seemed to be weighted more than once.
He has a strong feeling that his opponent is getting stronger, and he is improving his strength at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
This feeling made him feel a fear in his heart. He couldn't understand. In the Hundred Clan Tower, this person was able to continue to improve.
However, now he has to be hostile to this kind of person, and the other person is still from a human race,
This is where he can't stand the most,
At the time, the human race rose strongly and stepped on the Wuling tribe severely under his feet. This shame, he dare not forget,
"Nothingness must die."
There was a icy killing in the eyes of the mask man, and he was bitter, biting down towards his tongue, and then quickly receding towards the rear,
"Well."
A sperm of blood spurted from his mouth and sprinkled on the two blue sickles in his hand, and there was no dripping. On the contrary, they were absorbed by the sickle.
"Blood in my blood."
The man in the mask bleeds blood from the corners of his mouth, and spit out two wicked words.
"Oh, ..."
With a humming sound, the green rune on him turned out to be alive, and did not continue to attach to him, but emerged, a real physical existence, between the blue light , Occasionally a flash of blood flashed past,
"Sadly forced the adults to use the pattern."
The person in charge of the Wuling tribe changed his face. In his palm, sweat overflowed.
He knows the cost of using the pattern, and he also knows why the mask man is so desperate ... This is obviously to desperately remove the strong enemy in front of him,
However, at this time, although the mask man once again broke out with unprecedented divine power, no one shouted for him. Instead, everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Hao. It seemed that he wanted to know how this strong man from the human race would face. This killing trick,
Facing the masked man like a wild demon, Feng Hao didn't have any fear in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was a bit longer,
Moreover, in his body, the golden energy slowly covered his whole body in the form of basalt pattern, and it looked as if he was wearing a golden armor, unbreakable.
"Give me to death, Godprint."
The eyes of the masked man were covered with bloodshot blood, and the whole person showed some Scythians. As he drank violently, the green runes floating around him moved. Slowly, it turned out to be condensed into Devil's head,
The huge demon head, which is five meters in height, looks extraordinarily shocking. Vaguely, some wailing and crying ghosts are heard, and the spirit is rising. The surrounding areas are hidden and become a party.
"He was able to condense."
Many people exclaimed, with incredible looks in their eyes,
You know, there is no power in the Heaven and Earth Avenue in the Tower of Hundreds of People. Therefore, except for some physical skills, any martial arts that need to be gathered with the power of Heaven and Earth Avenue cannot be used.
However, no one had thought that the body of the Lord of the Witch spirit tribe had such a powerful outburst, and a large seal was condensed with runes to suppress Feng Hao.
"At least it has eighth-order strength."
Xuemo made a judgment, his face was a bit gloomy,
Who can think that the mask man can consolidate a mark to enhance his strength, and once again improve his first-level strength, he can already suppress Feng Hao steadily,
Hearing this, Qiong Linger and Yan Qing's hearts were trembling. Only Xiao Qingmeng was still confident in his father.
"India."
The man in the mask also seemed to be struggling. The blue veins on his arm suddenly appeared, and there was a slight gasp. When the palm was pressed, the large seal condensed hit the Fenghao with a terrifying spirit,
"Is it eighth?"
Feng Hao's eyes condensed, and his figure was slightly stunned. Then, the entire person turned into a sharp arrow and blasted out. The golden light sword in his hand did not hesitate to cut down the big seal.
"Well."
In a loud noise, Feng Hao's long sword was immediately broken, a tremendous force hit him, and a horrible crack appeared on the layer of armor on his body. Flew straight out,
"Pedals ..."
After taking a dozen strides back, leaving a series of deep pits, Feng Hao set her body shape, a tightness in her chest, and a spit of blood almost sprayed out, although he swallowed it back hard, but, His complexion turned a little pale,