Looking at Wang Zhen, who was seriously injured in front of him, Wang Gan and Wang Zhankun, father and son, were so stupid on the spot that they didn't even squat down to support each other.

How is that possible?

Wang Zhen is in the realm of the middle stage of transforming into a god, how could he be seriously injured by an empty palm?

Kongkong is just a half-step god cultivator, it stands to reason that Wang Zhen shouldn't be so vulnerable!

It's just that no matter how Wang Qian and the two don't believe it, the facts are already in front of them, and the pale face and scarlet blood stains will prove that all this is true and has really happened.

"Ahem, it's impossible, I will never be injured by you, what was this palm you called just now?"

Wang Zhen supported his body with difficulty, stood up from the ground alone, swaying as if a gust of wind could blow him to the ground at any time, staring at the empty space and questioning in disbelief.

Listening to Wang Zhen's questioning, Wang Qingfeng on the side was also very curious.

Even on the other side, Bai Xiaofan, Wu Lao and the general, who had already fought together again, he had no time to think about who would win.

"Why does the little monk tell you the name of this palm? Do you want to steal it? It's useless, only a person as smart as the little monk can learn this palm, and the rest of the people are impossible!"

However, just when Wang Qingfeng and Wang Zhen were expecting Kongkong to say the answer, Kongkong glanced at each other lightly, and then said to himself.

Obviously, even a fool can tell that Empty is mocking them.

Only smart people can learn it, and Lao Tzu is not a fool, can he still learn a move?

Besides, who told you that we were going to steal your moves?

You're too narcissistic, aren't you?

I've really seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless?

Hey, that's not right!

It seems that Bai Xiaofan on the other side, in the field of Bai Xiaofan, can also be compared with emptiness.

As for these two people, who is more narcissistic and shameless, Wang Qingfeng, Wang Zhen and others will really not be able to compare for a while.

"Hmph, arrogant, why can't the old man be Bai Xiaofan, and why can't you be a little monk?"

Although Wang Qingfeng was seriously injured by the stone stele, after all, he was a master in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, and he was much stronger than ordinary people in terms of recovery speed and physical fitness.

At this moment, seeing that Wang Zhen was injured, and the other party spoke so arrogantly, he immediately stood up and stared coldly at the empty air.

"Amitabha, the donor's murderous intent is too heavy, let's give this heart to the little monk, let the little monk wash it with water, and then return it to you!"

Hearing Wang Qingfeng's words, Kongkong didn't care, folded his hands again, and recited a Buddha name in a low voice.

The Buddha's horn sounded, and he slapped Wang Qingfeng with an empty palm.

With the slap of the empty palm, a blood-colored, five-meter-tall huge palm suddenly appeared in the air.

As soon as this huge blood-colored palm appeared, it flew towards Wang Qingfeng like a meteorite.

A bloody aura wafted out from the palm of this hand and floated into the noses of Wang Qingfeng, Wang Zhen and others, stimulating everyone's nerves.

What is strange is that everyone present has experienced the bloody rain, but under the stimulation of this faint bloody gas, they actually feel a feeling of annoyance in their chests, and they seem to want to vomit.

Wang Qian and Wang Zhankun, who were weak in cultivation, felt even more groggy in their heads at this time, as if after lunch in the summer, there was a burst of fatigue that made people want to fall asleep.

Wang Qingfeng hurriedly took a deep breath, dispelling the feeling of boredom in his heart, and then waved his big hand, and a pole floated on his arm.

Staring at the blood-colored giant palm that was floating towards him, Wang Qingfeng pinched the trick with one hand, and waved it out with the palm in his hand.

Suddenly, a majestic Yuan Force erupted from the floating sunk, like a flood that broke the embankment, surging towards the blood-colored palm.

Bang!

A loud bang!

The empty body trembled slightly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he staggered back a step.

On the other hand, Wang Qingfeng, on the other side, his body trembled slightly, and his throat moved without a trace, obviously this time the confrontation was not very comfortable for him.

And the huge blood-colored palm and the Yuan Force that floated out were still facing each other in mid-air at the moment, as if the two of them were suddenly stalemate during a tug-of-war.

However, this stalemate did not last long.

With another slap of the empty space, this short stalemate was broken in an instant.

I saw the empty palm of the empty hand lightly raised, and a palm that was exactly the same as the previous blood-colored palm appeared in the air.

Then the newly appeared blood-colored giant palm overlapped with the palm that had been played before, and was now stalemate with Wang Qingfeng's moves.

The two huge blood-colored palms overlapped each other, and suddenly the pressure on the palms became stronger and stronger, and a blood-colored ripple, centered on the palms, slowly spread towards Wang Qingfeng.

Syllable!

The dust-whisking power that Wang Qingfeng had just played collapsed in an instant, like a piece of tofu, without any resistance.

With the collapse of this dusty power, Wang Qingfeng spurted out the same mouthful of blood, and the whole person seemed to be emptied of all the flesh and blood in his body in an instant, his expression instantly withered a lot, and his body shook slightly, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

However, the blood-colored palms that were combined into one were still shooting towards Wang Qingfeng, and they did not disappear together because of the shattering of Wang Qingfeng's dusting power.

At this moment, Wu Lao and the general are still fighting with Bai Xiaofan's phantom dragon, attacking and defending, but they don't have any extra thoughts to care about the rest.

Wang Zhen and Li Qiu on the side were also seriously injured, and all the masters who could save Wang Qingfeng in the field for a while were unable to help him.

Seeing that the blood-colored hand was about to approach, Wang Qingfeng naturally would not be willing to die like this.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wang Zhankun on the side, Wang Qingfeng almost didn't hesitate, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed Wang Zhankun in his hand.

Then, before Wang Zhankun could react, a powerful suction force came from Wang Qingfeng's palm.

Between breaths, Wang Zhankun's body dried up rapidly, as if the blood in his whole body had been drained, which was quite similar to Wang Qingfeng's condition before.

At this moment, the blood-colored palm in mid-air had already come to Wang Qingfeng's approach, as if it would slap on Wang Qingfeng's body in the next second.

However, with Wang Zhankun's body being extremely dry, Wang Qingfeng's sluggish body was recovering rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he had already returned to his normal body shape.