Chapter 1615: Demon Spirit Killing Fist

After an instant, Yin Hao punched out.

The majestic killing intent surged out like a volcanic eruption, and in an instant, it condensed into an unusually huge black fist shadow, roaring forward, and it seemed to be indestructible.

In the midst of lightning and fire, the fist shadow that was completely condensed by killing intent shook together with the blood-covered giant palm.

"Boom!"

In the earth-shattering roar, the giant palm burst, the fist shadow shattered, and the terrifying energy raged, and the surrounding void immediately showed violent fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

The huge blood-colored passage trembled and trembled, and seemed to collapse at any moment.

But after an instant, this energy had already been auctioned to the side, and the giant palm covered with countless bloodshots on the surface actually reappeared, rumbling towards Yin Hao.

"Roar!"

With a roar like a beast, Yin Hao's fist blasted out again, and the huge fist shadow formed by the majestic killing intent condensed met the giant palm at an astonishing speed.

"Boom!"

Another loud bang erupted.

In the next moment, the third blood-covered giant palm and the fist shadow gathered by the third killing intent had appeared again, colliding violently, and the power was terrifying.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

“……”

In the blink of an eye, the fists had slammed into six times in succession, and the violent energy was like a raging wave, raging in waves in this passage. From the fourth time he cast the "Demon Spirit Killing Punch", Yin Hao had already looked a little struggling, and after the sixth punch was struck, his body was a lot weaker.

"Whew!"

However, Tang Huan's offensive did not pause at all, and after the sixth giant palm shattered, the blood-covered giant palm condensed and formed again, breaking through the layers of energy and slapping forward. At this moment, it was as if the giant peak had collapsed, the mountains and rivers were reversed, and the power was terrifying.

"Kill—"

Yin Hao roared loudly in his mouth, and cast the "Demon Spirit Killing Fist" for the seventh time.

With a punch, Yin Hao was already stumbling under his feet, but he didn't dare to pause in the slightest, he struggled to spare his strength and retreated desperately. The reason why he chose this time to distance himself from his opponent was because he knew very well that under such continuous offensives, he would not be able to escape at all.

Now, the opponent's "Blood God Seven Palms" has been fully displayed, and the strength is estimated to be almost consumed, even if the opponent still has the strength to spare, there will inevitably be a short pause before launching a new offensive.

This gave him the right time to get out.

When encountering this sixteenth-order necromancy, Yin Hao thought that he would definitely win, but he didn't expect that after a fierce battle, not only did he not win, but was forced to flee...... This is a great humiliation for Yin Hao. But at this point, no matter how willing he is, he must make a decision.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he also knew that if he continued to hold on, the probability of being killed by his opponent was as high as eighty or ninety, and the chances of winning were extremely slim.

With his current record, the position of the new prince is already firmly in his hands, and he is willing to be killed at this time.

"Boom!"

In the deafening roar, the fists slammed into each other for the seventh time.

This time, the "Demon Spirit Killing Fist" gathered by Yin Hao's killing intent has been greatly reduced, and after an instant, the fist shadow has already shattered, and the huge bloodshot giant palm slaps down where Yin Hao is standing forward, and then scatters little by little. The passage trembled wildly, and the strong energy churned like a wave.

Yin Hao, who was retreating, couldn't withstand the impact of this power, and his body was immediately thrown out, and the speed became faster than just now. When Yin Hao barely stabilized his body, he was already hundreds of meters away, which made him can't help but show a slight smile on his face.

And yet—

In the next moment, a faint smile froze on his face, and an uncontrollable horror and despair appeared between his eyebrows, and the two pupils reflected a blood-like red.

"Woohoo!"

On the opposite side, a huge blood-red sword had already torn through the energy of the rolling air, and came to him at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. The incomparable fluctuation of strength quickly derived a huge sense of oppression, making him want to suffocate the past, and the direction of the blade made him feel as if his whole person was about to be cut into two pieces, and the attack was already close at hand, which already made him smell death.

"Ghostwing, stop!"

Frightened, Yin Hao couldn't help but scream, "If you kill me, after you get out, I will fight with you endlessly!"

After a long battle, he had already consumed a lot of strength, and just now he had cast seven consecutive "Demon Spirit Killing Punches", and his strength was almost exhausted, and it was impossible to withstand such a fierce attack. If it is hard-connected, it will definitely die, and if it threatens it, it will make him have scruples, and there may be a glimmer of life.

It's a pity that the sword light didn't linger in the slightest.

"Boom!"

Almost at the moment when Yin Hao's words fell, the blood-red sword light had already fallen on him, and the blood-colored storm that the sword carried by the sword instantly annihilated the area around him. In less than half a breath, Yin Hao's tall black figure had completely vanished.

"Whew!"

Immediately, a blood-red aura rose from the fierce and tyrannical energy, and in an instant, it had passed through hundreds of meters of void and fell into Tang Huan's waist.

Looking at the violently fluctuating void in front of him, Tang Huan couldn't help but sneer: "After this second round of selection, I am already a prince, what can you do to me?"

That seventeenth-order necromancer named Yin Hao is indeed very strong.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already consumed a lot of strength in the second round of selection of this "Imperial Spirit Ceremony", Tang Huan might not be able to kill him even if he cast the "Blood God Seven Palms". Of course, if it was in a no-man's land, not in this "Divine Phantom Array", Tang Huan would naturally have a lot easier to deal with.

In his thoughts, Tang Huan had already dispersed the blood-red giant knife that had just been condensed and formed in his hand, and closed his eyes slightly.

The "Seven Palms of the Blood God" just now had already consumed a lot of his strength, Tang Huan had to absorb the death qi and recover as soon as possible, otherwise, if he encountered the seventeenth-order necromancer again, he could only desperately escape. However, as soon as Tang Huan calmed down, a voice like a loud bell had already sounded:

"It's time! The second round of selection is over!"

This string of characters seems to contain a terrifying power.

Almost the moment the words fell, Tang Huan was in a trance. It seemed to flick his fingers for a moment, and it seemed to take several hours before he suddenly came to his senses, and when he stared, not only the blood-colored passage had disappeared, but the huge blood-colored dome on the square had also disappeared without a trace.

The "Divine Phantom Array" has dispersed!

Tang Huan subconsciously glanced at it, and within his sight, there were very few figures still standing, and those guys were just like him, constantly looking left and right.

"Congratulations to all of you, you have made it to the end in this second round of selection! Now, you can come forward!" Elder Wo Yu's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth again.