Chapter 1232: Wuhun awakening

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Xiao Yi turned over in midair and landed firmly on the ground.
"Some skills." Xiao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowning at Qin Hao.
The black flame in Qin Hao's hand was surging and frightening.
boom…
Suddenly, Qin Hao put his hands together, the flames in his palms, and suddenly ran away.
Hei Yaoyan flame spread from his hands, then quickly wandered away, enveloping the surrounding 100 meters at a very fast speed.
"This sentence should be what I said to you." Qin Hao narrowed his eyes.
"Hold me a black Yao palm without dying, you really have some ability."
"However, that's all."
"Palm inflammation, get up."
Qin Hao let out a violent shout, and divided his hands.
The black flames that had surrounded the surrounding flames instantly raged, showing a raging fire.
Around, the warriors who were in the fierce melee suddenly changed their expressions.
The intense high temperature flame and terrifying heat wave instantly caused them to retreat with a sense of danger.
Within a hundred meters, it has become a place that all warriors dare not approach.
Within the raging black flames, Xiao Yi's face became slightly solemn, "Fire formation?"
Qin Hao's palm inflammation nowadays obviously carries the meaning of formation.
However, this is not a pure formation.
This is a bit like the Star Fantasy Sword Formation, which uses the power of the stars as its source and is displayed in the form of a sword formation.
Now Qin Hao's hand is almost the same, using flames as the source and using the form of formations to display.
Hei Yaoyan fire is already strong, infinitely close to the powerful flames of the world.
With the increase of Hei Yaoyan Ring, coupled with the power of the current formation, the power has suddenly increased out of thin air.
"I want to see what you do to survive this time?" A trace of killing intent flashed in Qin Hao's eyes.
In fact, he was also surprised that a triple holy king stage in Xiao Yi district could carry his Black Yao Yanhuo, and Hei Yao's palm, only injured but not dead.
However, that's all.
He is extremely confident with today's methods.
Palm Zhongyan is the ancient flame array that his Qin family got accidentally.
With his aptitude, he had to practice hard for many years before he realized the practice.
With his black flames, this big formation is so powerful that even if the martial arts emperor enters, it will instantly turn into ashes.
The Sifang Region, as a well-known region in the Middle Region, is the most prestigious first Tianjiao in it. How can it be a person who waits for a while?
On the spectator stand, Patriarch Fang's face changed suddenly.
"What a strong flame array."
Even a strong man of his level can still feel a slight threat from it.
"Muxue, return the sword soon." Patriarch Fang shouted anxiously.
On the seat of the Qin family, Patriarch Qin sneered, "I want to return the sword now? It's too late."
"Hmph, you were lucky yesterday and you escaped."
"Today, isn't it going to die in the hands of my Qin family martial artist?"
Patriarch Qin looked at Xiao Yi on the martial arts stage with awe-inspiring killing intent.
When he saw Qin Hao, his expression was full of admiration.
On the martial arts stage, Fang Muxue reacted instantly, "Master Xiao Yi, take the sword."
"Humph." Qin Hao snorted coldly, "No chance."
"Palm inflammation, burn."
Black flames broke out instantly.
But a breathing room, within a hundred meters, seemed to be a black flame purgatory.
The intense high temperature even caused the ground of the competition platform to melt.
"Young Master Xiao Yi." Fang Muxue was shocked.
"Let's take care of yourself first." Zheng Qing sneered, taking advantage of the situation and slashing out.
Fang Muxue couldn't avoid it, and a blood stain instantly appeared on her arm.
"If Miss Mu Xue wants to die faster, she will continue to be distracted." Zheng Qing smiled coldly.
"The Sifang compares, life and death depends on the sky, even if I kill you, the Fang family dare not trouble me."
Zheng Qing said triumphantly, waving the cold sword in his hand again and again.
The exquisite sword shadow instantly blocked Fang Muxue's entire body.
Fang Muxue repeatedly held the sword to resist, but her eyes unconsciously looked into the black flames.
The monstrous flames are hot, even if she is far away, she can still feel the heat all over her body.
If you are really in it, you will be burnt to ashes in an instant.
"I shouldn't have a sword." Fang Muxue's face was full of regret and worry.
At this moment, within the sea of ​​black flames, an indifferent shout suddenly sounded.
"Blood World Slash."
A touch of shocking blood came out.
The blood color turned into sword aura, like a broken bamboo, with nothing to stop.
The raging black inflammation is divided from it.
An indifferent figure walked out intact.
"Disperse." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.
The blood in the sky instantly turned into countless sword auras, shooting all around.
After the sword energy passed, the black inflammation instantly collapsed.
"Young Master Xiao Yi." Fang Muxue's eyes lit up in the distance, and she let out a sigh of relief.
With joy, she didn't even notice that a drop of blood on the scar on her arm was dripping onto the body of Leng Yan's sword.
A touch of blood gradually appeared on the sword.
On the other side, a sharp sword condensed in strength in Xiao Yi's hand, slashed hard.
What Jianfeng pointed out was sword aura raging past.
There was no half a roar, but it was reaching the extreme, sharp to the extreme.
What Jianfeng was referring to was Qin Hao.
"Not good." Qin Hao's expression changed.
Countless black inflammations instantly enveloped the whole body, with flame barriers resisting them.
However, the sword gas passed by, but all strangling it.
laugh…
A sword aura instantly penetrated the flame barrier and hit Qin Hao hard.
On Qin Hao's waist, a fierce sword mark was unusually dazzling, and blood was flowing.
"Blood World Slash?" Qin Hao frowned.
In the spectator stand, many warriors suddenly stood up.
"Blood World Slash?"
Almost all the martial artists who stood up were above the martial arts emperor level.
At this moment, their faces were full of fear.
On the martial arts stage, Qin Hao stared at Xiao Yi coldly, "Blood World Slash? Are you the killer of the Heavenly Underworld Palace?"
"No." Xiao Yi shook his head.
"You lost." Xiao Yi spit out a few words indifferently.
The sword in his hand coldly pointed again, "Blood Realm Slash."
Countless sword auras immediately attacked Qin Hao, reaching the extreme.
Qin Hao's eyes were cold, "I don't care if you are the killer of the Heavenly Underworld, today, you will die."
Seeing countless sword auras attacking, Qin Hao was actually not afraid, and instead grinned sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Under the contemptuous smile, there was a touch of hideousness and bloodthirsty.
boom…
A torrent of weather suddenly broke out on Qin Hao.
An extremely black light suddenly appeared behind Qin Hao.
Click... Click... Click...
Qin Hao merely emptied his hands, and the sword energy that struck him collapsed instantly.
"Huh? Wuhun virtual shadow?" Xiao Yi frowned.
The black light behind Qin Hao was obviously a sign of the condensed martial soul phantom.
Just, the black light?
"Black Wuhun?" Xiao Yi frowned.
Whoosh... Before Xiao Yi could react, Qin Hao's figure had turned into a black flame.
Black flames flickered, and the terrifying aura made Xiao Yi feel uncomfortable in an instant.
"How is it possible that the breath instantly entered the Saint Emperor Realm, and even soared all the way?" Xiao Yi's expression changed.
The spectator seats around, I don't know when to start, but it was boiling for an instant.
"The awakening of the spirit is the awakening of the spirit."
"This Qin Hao has been in retreat for a long time, is it just for the spirit to awaken?"
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