Chapter 1614: Blood God Seven Palms

Tang Huan was concentrating, and the surrounding dead qi frantically gathered into his body.

After killing so many opponents, Tang Huan's consumption was naturally not much smaller. However, from the beginning to the present, Tang Huan has been absorbing dead qi almost all the time, so even after such a long time, the power in his body is still quite strong, and it can still support it for a short time.

"It's coming!"

After a while, Tang Huan suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked up a strange smile, "Seventeenth-Order Necromancy...... It's really fateful!"

In the direction where the woman in red disappeared, a powerful aura was rapidly approaching.

That aura gave Tang Huan a rather familiar feeling, and the person who came should be the first seventeenth-order necromancer he discovered in this second round of selection.

Sure enough—

After an instant, at the end of the passage, a tall black shadow flashed out, the seventeen heart rings on the left chest shone brightly, between the palms, the blood-colored aura wandered and entwined like a spiritual snake, and a thick evil qi roared out from the body, looking like a killing god rushing out of the depths of hell.

Seeing Tang Huan, the necromancer was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, obviously recognizing Tang Huan as the first fish to slip through the net under his hands.

"What a coincidence, we're meeting again!"

The necromancer's voice suddenly became extremely fierce, "In the lower shadows, remember my name, don't die and don't know whose hands you died." ”

That's exactly what I want to say to you. Tang Huan stared at the black figure, and also laughed, "Remember, under the wings!"

"Interesting. ”

Yin Hao smiled mockingly, and his huge fan-like palm slammed forward.

The blood-red aura like a spirit snake turned into two blood-colored dragons, roaring forward with teeth and claws, and where it passed, a terrifying wave of blood was set off, and the terrifying silence of death was violently diffused in this passage, as if it wanted to annihilate all obstacles in front of it.

"Uh-huh-"

The corners of Tang Huan's lips were slightly raised, and the blood-colored giant knife in his hand roared out almost at the same time, and the familiar sound of cracking silk echoed in this passage again. Tens of meters long huge blades rolled up a terrifying blood-colored hurricane, and in an instant, it had reached a hundred meters away, colliding with the two giant dragons.

"Boom!"

The sound of the sound was earth-shattering, and the entire passage trembled violently, as if it was about to collapse.

In the next moment, the bloody sword and the two blood-colored dragons shattered almost at the same time, and the terrifying energy raged wildly, instantly turning into a terrifying impact force towards the Yin Hao on both sides of the passage and Tang Huan, who was alias "Phantom Wing", roaring away, like a raging wave, but the two figures were immovable.

"Huh?"

Yin Hao let out a low breath in his mouth, his eyes flashed with suspicion, since the second round of the selection of the "Imperial Spirit Ceremony" began, his method can be said to be invincible, and no opponent can stop his blow. Of course, this was also the reason why he didn't fight against other seventeenth-order masters.

He often met with other seventeenth-order masters in the passage, but both sides avoided it with a tacit understanding. They naturally had the same idea as Tang Huan. At such a time, no matter who wins or loses, it will eventually be cheaper than the other opponents.

Therefore, Yin Hao relied on this method to kill all the way, winning consecutive battles, killing as many as one hundred and seven opponents, and there was almost no suspense about becoming a prince.

But now, a sixteenth-order guy made him miss.

After a short period of shock, a thick anger had emerged from his hidden eyes, and immediately, he snorted coldly, held his right fist, raised it suddenly, and then blasted out like lightning, and the huge black fist shadow instantly penetrated the heavy energy, and roared forward in the wind and waves.

Tang Huan's eyes condensed slightly, and the blood-colored giant knife in his hand suddenly dispersed, and he directly reached out and grabbed it.

"Whew-"

In the extremely sharp sound of breaking the void, the huge blood-red claw shadow tore through the void, and met the black fist shadow at a terrifying speed, as if it could grab the void and burst it.

Tang Huan really wanted to use this necromantic body to perform the sword death style in the Five Styles of God Casting Inheritance, or turn the knife into a gun and perform that gun style, but Tang Huan finally gave up.

In this battle, the necromantic elder named Wo Yu must be able to know clearly. Whether it is a sword or a gun, after all, it is the combat skill of a human monk, and it is exquisite, with Na Wo Yu's eyesight, maybe he can see the mystery and doubt Tang Huan's identity.

For the sake of safety, it is still a common means to use necromancy, even if it is a fist sealing style, Tang Huan does not plan to use it.

Anyway, even if you are defeated, it is still no problem to escape. didn't take the outcome of this battle so seriously, Tang Huan's mentality was naturally very relaxed.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the blood-red giant claw landed on the black fist shadow, and the two exploded at the same time again, turning into boundless energy and raging violently.

This confrontation turned out to be evenly matched.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Huan's body was like a streamer, directly against the power of the rolling impact, and shot forward, within the dantian, the "necromantic puppet" had already been urged to the extreme, and the left chest of the necromantic body, sixteen heart rings circulated rapidly, bursting out of an incomparably rich blood light.

The next moment, Tang Huan slapped it directly with one palm.

"Whew!"

The roar seemed to pierce through the golden cracking stone, and the black palm that seemed to be condensed with dead qi swelled up like an inflatable leather ball.

At the same time, countless blood threads spread rapidly on the surface of the giant palm, and after an instant, it was already dense, like a spider web, and the giant palm seemed to fill the entire passage, rumbling forward, like a thunderbolt, as if it could crush all obstacles.

"Seven Palms of the Blood God!"

Yin Hao's complexion changed slightly, and there was a hint of solemnity in his expression.

The opponent actually used the "Blood God Seven Palms", this method is widely spread in the necromantic clan, many necromancers have cultivated, but few can cultivate to the home. Because of this method, the consumption of strength is too great, and few people can support that kind of consumption.

The seven palms of the blood god, one palm followed by another, layer upon layer, like a raging wave, extremely powerful.

The second round of selection of the "Imperial Spirit Ceremony" has been carried out so far, and the opponent called "Phantom Wing" still has the strength to use such a means, which shows the majesty of its power. Moreover, judging from the bloodshot giant palm, the "Seven Palms of the Blood God" he cultivated had obviously achieved a small success.

Yin Hao's mind was racing, but his reaction was not slow at all.

"You have the 'Seven Palms of the Blood God', and I have the 'Demon Spirit Killing Fist', I want to see which one is more powerful!" In the midst of the loud shouts, Yin Hao's footsteps suddenly stepped forward, and his already tall body seemed to have suddenly doubled, his face instantly became extremely hideous, and a terrifying killing intent soared wildly between his bodies.