"History?"

The corners of the seventh blood's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he said slowly: "You are very arrogant, but the result can only be one, and that is... Die!"

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, a sudden surging demonic power erupted from the seventh blood son's body.

Whining~~

In the air, there was a sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, constantly whistling.

"Buzz!"

In the void above the head of the Seventh Blood Son, a huge dome of black smoke covered the sky and the sun, and there was no end in sight.

"Wuhou Yae!"

Many onlookers, who were still full of confidence in Mu Feng, felt the strong aura of the seventh blood son, and their pupils suddenly shrank.

They are all aware of a problem.

This battle is not only about the leader of the final Dongzhou Dabi, but also who will be the winner.

Moreover, it is a contest between good and evil.

All of those Martial King powerhouses showed a hint of solemnity on their faces.

Because they know that once they fight with the Dark Evil Palace, I am afraid that only one of the two peerless Tianjiao on this battle platform will remain.

"Kao-sama should be sure that Mukale will come out. ”

Natsuki-sama, with a hint of bitterness on his face.

He could feel that the strength of this seventh blood son was absolutely terrifying, and it was even no exaggeration to say that even among the disciples in the Hundred Flowers Valley, those who could defeat it were only a handful of them.

Rumble!

Almost just as everyone was shocked by the strength of this seventh blood, a golden pillar of light suddenly erupted from the body of his own young man!

It was strong enough to compete with the seventh blood.

Even, in the golden sky, there seemed to be a golden dragon churning, majestic and full of oppression.

"Jie Ji ......"

As soon as Sen Ran's sneer fell, a pitch-black light from the Seventh Blood Throne hit Mu Feng directly.

"Good time!"

Mu Feng let out a low roar.

The soles of his feet slammed to the ground, and with the sound of a loud dragon roar, the young man's body was entwined by the five-clawed golden dragon, turning into a golden ray.

Directly in a hard-hitting attitude, it collided with the seventh blood.

Boom!

In mid-air.

Two figures, one black and one gold, were like two meteorites, and the sound of the crash resounded in the sky.

Bang bang bang ~~~

And this impact is not the end, but the beginning of the fierce battle between the two!

A series of explosions of air burst from the golden battle platform, and kept coming.

The indestructible, moreover, golden battle platform with its own recovery function, was torn out of a big hole in an instant.

The demonic wind howled, and the dragon's groan filled.

Even, more than eighty percent of the martial artists present couldn't keep up with the fighting rhythm of Mu Feng and the others.

I could only feel the violent fluctuations in the space of the battle platform, and I was shocked.

They had no doubt that if they were caught up in it, they would turn into a puddle of mud in an instant.

"It's terrifying!"

"Sure enough, it's the pinnacle battle!"

"Is this really just a martial marquis-level battle?!"

.......

The shocked warriors were amazed.

After all, from a visual perception point of view, the battle between Mu Feng and the two already has some rudiments of the battle of the Martial King and the powerhouse.

Boom!

The spiritual power suddenly exploded!

Mu Feng and the Seventh Blood Son each withdrew a distance of hundreds of zhang.

There was a flesh-and-blood confrontation just now, and the two fought equally.

Mu Feng snorted coldly, because, in the battle with the seventh blood, a trace of black evil qi with an evil and cold aura followed Mu Feng's skin and drilled into the flesh and blood.

Like a pitch-black moth, it let out a sharp whistling sound, frantically devouring the power of qi and blood in Mu Feng's body.

"Purify!"

Mu Feng roared in his heart.

At the same time, the transcendent suspended golden book in Mu Feng's sea of knowledge erupted with a rich white light, sweeping through Mu Feng's body.

"Twitter~"

The pitch-black demonic qi was instantly annihilated as if it possessed the dark substance of life and encountered the scorching sun.

Mu Feng's eyes flashed with joy, the golden book that recorded the "Ancestral Dragon Emperor Zundian" really had a deep disgust for this evil qi.

It can be said that today's Mu Feng can't drive this golden classic, and if it doesn't make a move, Mu Feng will inevitably feel extremely troublesome.

At the same time, the seventh blood was also slightly uncomfortable.

Because, Mu Feng's yang is strong, and Mu Feng is hard to match, as if colliding with a round of sun.

Under the black demonic aura, the young cheeks with a hint of contempt in their original pale color had a slight sense of attention at this time.

"Can these innocuous temptations be over?"

Mu Feng sneered, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was sharp into the knife.

The eyes were like eagle falcons, directly locking on the seventh blood on the opposite side.

"Temptation?!"

People from the outside world were in an uproar.

How strong are these two people, the violent collision just now is just a test between each other.

Nian Nu's delicate chest rose and fell, and the waves swayed in a thrilling arc, and Qianqian was full of fragrant sweat.

She fought with the seventh blood, but within three moves, she was defeated.

It can be imagined that there were hundreds of rounds of battle with him just now, and how fierce it was!

"Come on, Mu Feng!"

A thin figure was reflected in the girl's beautiful eyes, and she murmured in her heart.

"Truly, since you want to die, I will fulfill you. ”

sneered, and didn't seem to be angry at all, the seventh blood said.

"Demon Soul Thorn!"

A hoarse voice came directly from the mouth of the seventh blood son.

Airplanes!

The space trembled suddenly, and Mu Feng could clearly feel that from the body of the seventh blood, an extremely strong divine soul fluctuation suddenly erupted.

Moreover, this power of the divine soul seems to have come extremely abruptly, as if it was borrowed, as if it was not cultivated by the seventh blood.

However, this level of battle is extremely fast, and Mu Feng can't think seriously about it at all.

A sharp spiral attack that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, like a thorn of thorns, shot directly at Mu Feng's soul.

Rumble!

The spiritual power on the soles of Mu Feng's feet exploded, and he shot up towards the void.

From the sharp spiral of divine soul attacks, he could feel a sense of threat.

Shout!

The Divine Soul Spike pierced the void in an instant.

Moreover, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, it tracks wherever Mu Feng goes.

Laugh at!

The Demon Soul Thorn, under Mu Feng's carelessness, directly drilled into Mu Feng's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Mu Feng only felt a pain in his brain, as if ten thousand steel needles had pierced him, and his headache was splitting.

Rumble~

At this moment, within the sea of Mu Feng's knowledge, a giant hammer wrapped in thunder fell from the sky.

"Thunder Soul Forging Technique!"

Mu Feng showed a look of surprise, he used this method by himself, and his soul had been broken more than seventy-seven and forty-nine times, and after countless pains, he had already formed a thunder giant hammer in the sea of knowledge.

Thunder destroys all evils!

Like a natural enemy, the Hammer of Thunder, wrapped in endless might, smashed down on the spikes!

Boom!

In the next moment, the Demon Soul Thorn was directly exploded!

Suddenly, Mu Feng opened his eyes and said with a light smile: "Compare your soul with me, you are still a little tender." ”

"Really?"

At the same time, a cold voice came from behind Mu Feng.

(End of chapter)