Chapter 293: Blood clot tracer

Chapter 293 blood clot tracer
The sound tens of meters in the square, the spiritual power of the whole body is like the majestic sea water, the wind is roaring, and the fists of the two stars fall down.
Around Xu Feng's fist, it is not bleak, but the vastness of the piece, so that people can not see clearly, where are these two fists.
"What kind of spirituality is this, so horrible?" Zhao Yannian felt the momentum that erupted from Xu Feng, and his face also showed deep dignity.
He knows that the next round of Xu Feng's attack will be terrible. The boundless fists of the surrounding stars seem to be surrounded by all directions.
However, Zhao Yannian did not think that Xu Feng would attack him and he would be able to defeat him.
His body's ice and cold momentum condensed, and his fist rushed out violently.
"Give me to die."
Explosively, Xu Feng’s body, the spiritual power of the eight spiritual veins all surged, and the double angry sea was full of boundlessness, and the fist instantly filled the whole world.
Between the whole world and the present, it seems that only the fists are left, and the rest have disappeared. Zhao Yannian’s face has become pale.
He wants to escape, but he knows that now that he wants to escape, it is tantamount to looking for his own death. Only by doing his best, can he have a chance.
Xu Feng’s boxing method has been stronger than he expected, and his whole body’s spiritual power surged and condensed into a cold fist, and the ice crystals were huge.
The fists fell densely, like a falling meteor.
The constant impact on Zhao Yannian's fist, a fierce wind.
At the beginning of the few punches, Zhao Yannian was able to resist.
However, as the fists became more and more, Zhao Yannian's resistance became weaker and weaker, his face was pale, and his meridians were destroyed by his fists.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
A bite of blood spit out, Zhao Yannian stood on his body, gradually kneeling down on the ground, with a disappointment and anger between his looks.
He roared: "You kid, you dare to kill me, you will definitely die very badly, I advise you to let me go now, don't kill... I..."
Zhao Yannian made a screaming scream, and echoed in this quiet mountain.
"The least fear of this is that others threaten me, then you will die for me." After that, the stars' intensive fists fell intensively.
Zhao Yannian’s eyes showed a strong hatred. He did not expect his life to just begin, he must meet death, and he was even more reluctant to die in the hands of a young man.
puff!
A blood spurted out, Zhao Yannian's light inside the . Come out, his eyes are full of crazy colors, laughing: "Ha ha ha ... even if you can kill me, you have to die...

"Blood star tracer."
The moment Xu Feng wants to resist, the blood has already rushed into his body, disappearing without a trace, but he feels very clear.
The light is a sensory tracer, and then wherever he goes, I am afraid it will be tracked.
"Where is the kid, dare to move my grandson?" An old and majestic voice screamed, and the coagulation tracer exploded.
There was an old shadow in the air, and I saw an old man, about eighty or ninety years old, with a strong momentum.
Zhao Yannian made a screaming scream, staring at the old man's figure, mourning: "Grandpa... you must avenge me and kill him..."
"Don't stop, you still can't stop?" Zhao Yue did not expect that his three-character spirits appeared, Xu Feng actually ignored him directly, and attacked Zhao Yannian.
His Zhao family has only one such seedling, and he can't look at the other side to kill Zhao Yannian.
Xu Feng glanced at Zhao Yue coldly, disdainful: "If your body appears here, perhaps you will be jealous of three points, a residual image."
"Ah! Grandpa, give me revenge!"
Xu Feng did not have any pauses and punched Zhao Yannian’s body.
The violent spiritual power shocked, and Zhao Yannian bombarded it into a pool of blood, and the dead could not die any more.
"Kid, my Zhao will not kill you, swear not to be a person, give me to die!" Zhao Yue that old and old afterimage, toward the impact of Xu Feng crazy.
I know that Xu Feng’s mouth is rising, and he doesn’t care.
It’s really whimsical to rely on your waste image and want to harm this.

After that, Xu Feng’s body flashed and he said:
Give me up!

The punching out of a boxing punch contains an unstoppable momentum that directly smashes the afterimage.
"Ah... you wait for me, the end of the earth, the old man will kill you." Zhao Yue's voice echoed in the mountains, and Xu Feng's look also appeared dignified.
He is now making great progress, and he may be able to kill a singer. You can fight against the Emperor of the Three Spirits, unless he can break through to the second product.
Moreover, the three-pronged emperor is more powerful than the second-class spirit, and he is even more invaded by the other's coagulation tracer. It is obviously impossible to escape.
"Hey, when it wasn't his opponent, I used a different fire, or it instantly condensed eight spirits, and I believe I can escape." Xu Feng secretly thought about countermeasures.
Xu Feng immediately took the fire, one person and one bird, and walked outside the mountain.
"First go to the breeze town to cultivate for a day or two, and strive to be able to practice the second style of Lingbo Jiuxuanbu, and practice this spiritual skill to the realm of getting better, even when it is facing the three products. Linghuang, I also have the ability to escape." Xu Feng came out from the foothills of Yusen.
......
In a distant city, a white-haired old man with a look of madness, six figures in the hall, one does not dare to speak.
The old man sat at the top, and his eyes swept over six people in anger. He said: "When I first went out to practice, I said that I would let you secretly protect him."
"But I didn't expect you to let him practice alone. Now he is killed by people. You can't blame." Zhao Yue's white hair fluttered.
The momentum of the three literary peaks of his body broke out, and there was a trace of the icy road on the body, which caused all six people in front to stumble in the hall.
"Hey, you are the elders of the Wanmenzong. When the old man personally went to get the kid, he will smash his corpse, let him die, and come back to clean up you." Zhao Yue’s avenue is full of traces. Open.
Six people squirted out at the same time, and their looks became pale.
The blood was filled in the hall, and each of them had an arm. When the old man left the hall, he broke directly.
"Ah... my arm!" A middle-aged man of the eight-character Lingzong screamed in the hall, with unwillingness in his eyes.
He said with anger: "This old dog, his grandson is arrogant, obviously he does not want us to follow him, and now he is killed, it is retribution."
The man next to him quickly grabbed his mouth. Five people were full of fear. They said: "You want to die, don't drag us. If you just said something, you will hear it, not only you are going to die, but we are also going to die."

"Do you really think that the old dog will spare us so kindly?" The middle-aged man who spoke was very angry and felt the pain in his arm.
He was the martial artist of the Eight-Piece Lingzong, and became the elder of the Wanmenzong. He also had a certain status as a reason, but he did not expect to meet such a superior as Zhao Yue.
In Zhao Yue’s eyes, they are a group of wastes. If they want to kill, they will kill them. If they want to fight, they will fight.
"The six of us are all high-ranking Lingzong, and since then they have left Wannian, hiding their names, and it is always better to break an arm than death." One person said.
"Yes, it's not too late, don't delay, or wait for the old guy to kill each other. When we come back, it's our death." Anotherone quickly whispered.
A middle-aged man of the Nine-Pin Lingzong, with some helplessness in his face, said: "I don't think I was in the end of the Wannian dynasty for fifty or six years, and finally fell to such a situation."
"Hey, Wannian is not the Wannian sect of the year. Now the Wannian sect, the strong can decide everything. We are all cannon fodder." Another person is indignant.
"Wan Nianzong goes on like this, sooner or later." Someone was very angry.
"Zhao Yue, this old man is really retribution. He always felt that his grandson would become a high-ranking emperor, but he did not expect to be killed in this way. It is really worth living."
Six people escaped from the main hall.
Yes, when they just walked out of the main hall, an ice fist outside, crashed down.
"Ah... Zhao Yue old dog, you can't die!"
Six people did not expect that Zhao Yue left a hand after leaving.
As long as any one of them would dare to leave the hall, they would motivate the three-pronged emperor he left behind, and the full trace of the traces of the avenue.
Hey!
Six people have not had time to react, and they are completely killed by a boxing. This is the power of the three-pronged emperor, and the trace of the avenue is the invincible existence.
......
"No, the tracer in my body began to move." Xu Feng walked on the street in the town of Qingfeng and felt the strange feeling in the body.
His face changed slightly, and he knew that this change was the master of the tracer, and he was already approaching where he was.
"Without three days, the other side must be able to feel the breeze town. It seems that I have to prepare in advance." Xu Feng looked dignified.
"With my current strength and cultivation, since the other side wants to kill me, then don't blame me for being rude." Xu Feng's eyes contain a cold killing.
Xu Feng walked in the streets of Qingfeng Town, and he was going to buy some polylites.
"Three-pronged Emperor Huangfeng repaired, I would like to see, you fall into my seven-stripe method, how will you die when you arrive?" Xu Feng mouth raised.
He began to look for polylites in the streets of the breeze town, and went to three stores in succession, and only bought more than 50 polylites.
He is speechless. This breeze town is still too remote. The only function of this gathering stone is to arrange the array. Of course, there are not many shops for sale.
(End of this chapter)