"Not good!"

Mu Lingxian immediately stood up from his seat and couldn't help but blurt out. Looking at the figure on the fighting platform, his face was full of worry!

But just when everyone thought that everything was about to come to an end, they saw that Qin Feng, which was emitting a red light, suddenly rushed straight to the big withered palm at an incredible speed.

"Dare to face the big withered palm of the Deadwood Daoist, I don't know if I should call this person stupid or stupid?"

Hong Chun said proudly: "As far as I know, few people can escape from the dead wood road and the dead palm.

Little sister!"

Hong Chun turned around with a smile, looked at Mu Lingxian sinisterly and said, "Senior brother, thank you for handing over the Wanmu Grass Hall to me.

Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely carry forward the Wanmu Thatched Cottage. ”

"Hong Chun, the battle is not over yet, why are you so anxious? Maybe you may not lose!"

Wu Bo, who was standing behind Mu Lingxian, responded coldly.

"Hmph, Wu Xingshui, you can be arrogant now. When I take over the Ten Thousand Wood Cottage, I will drive you out of Senluo City. When the time comes, don't ask me!"

Hong Chun laughed.

Mu Lingxian said coldly: "Hong Chun, your family's dead wood offering is going to lose, and you still have the confidence to say such things." I don't know where you got the courage to say such things!"

"Lose, haha. You actually said that a Extreme Heaven Martial Realm and a small Extreme Heaven Realm powerhouse would lose to an Innate Grandmaster?"

"Yes or no, you'll know when you see it!"

Hong Chun was willing to believe it, but when he turned around, he found that the situation on the field had been reversed. The kid who was crushed by the Deadwood Dao Leader now has the upper hand, and continues to hit the Deadwood Dao Master like a ghost.

"No, how is that possible!"

Hong Chun really couldn't imagine that the Deadwood Dao Elder was obviously in a higher realm, and even used the Great Withered Palm to prepare to kill this fang with one blow.

The situation was originally stable, but why did it suddenly take a turn for the worse?

The entourage behind him whispered twice, and after Hong Chun heard it, his expression changed greatly.

"What?Shuanglong Qi Protector?" Hong Chun looked at Qin Feng on the field in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

Dragons, there have been too many legends on the Shenyue Continent. Mysterious and powerful! It is not impossible to say that this kid resisted the withering power of the Great Withered Palm with the breath of a true dragon.

Not to mention his speed at the moment, his weird footwork, and his powerful martial moves. All of them show that he is extraordinary!

"Deadwood, stop playing!

Hong Chun finally couldn't hold his breath anymore and stood up and shouted loudly on the battlefield. His voice resounded throughout the battlefield, attracting countless people to look at him.

For these strange eyes, Hong Chun didn't care. If in the past, facing a Extreme Heaven Martial Realm and a small Extreme Heaven Realm powerhouse, even if he was the master of Wancao Hall, he still had to maintain a certain amount of respect.

Now, however, he calls Deadwood by name. Apparently I'm in a hurry!

"Damn, Hong Chun!"

The dead wood people in the audience were naturally annoyed when they heard Hong Chun calling him by his name. But the agreement with Hong Chun could not be fulfilled, and the most important thing was that it was not that he was playing with the young man in front of him, but that he had no strength left to kill him.

Even, the dead wood feels like the young man in front of him is willing. You can kill yourself soon! That's the worst-case scenario!

"Boy, let you live so long. Now, let me die!"

With a loud shout, he reached out and summoned back the withering force in the sky that had nearly crushed the shadow of the dragon, turning it into a large black palm.

Right now, he can only put everything on this palm.

If this palm still can't take this kid's life, then today it will not be his dead wood killing, and it is very likely that the boat will capsize in the gutter and die here.

What a wonderful thing it is to be alive after living so long. When I thought of those happy things that can only be done alive, the Deadwood Dao people praised two more points of skill in their hands.

"Boy, die!"

With a loud shout, the dead wood slapped out with a palm. The rest of the withering power turned into a palm print and slapped directly into Qin Feng's chest!

With the power of this palm, Qin Feng's body was knocked away. What's even more fearful is that a palm print was blasted out of his chest. The palm power that contained the terrifying withering power immediately eroded Qin Feng's body.

Seeing this scene, the Deadwood Daoist, who originally didn't have much hope for this, suddenly came to his senses and laughed loudly: "Boy, you were hit by my palm. After half a pillar of incense, you will wither and die, hahahaha......"

Sure enough, in his laughter, everyone saw that the flesh and blood on Qin Feng's chest were constantly withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only was life lost, but even flesh and blood began to wither.

Everyone in the stands gasped, and everyone's eyes were full of fear and awe.

Feeling these frightened gazes, the Deadwood Daoist was proud.

Over the decades, he has run rampant in several countries and committed many heinous disasters. Outsiders who hear the name of his dead wood will offer the best wine and the most beautiful woman. Accustomed to enjoying the slaughter and the offerings that come with these fears, Deadwood has long since lost count of the last time he was forced into such a desperate situation.

However, this no longer matters. Because, once again, he became the ultimate winner of this killing.

He looked straight ahead, wanting to see the death of the boy before he died.

However, when he raised his head, he was surprised to see that the withering power that he couldn't easily cultivate was actually sucked into his body by the kid in front of him with his mouth open.

"Boy, you dare to suck into your body the withering power that I have worked so hard to cultivate. Haha, you really don't know whether to live or die!"

In Deadwood's cognition, no one has ever been able to survive by inhaling a little wilting power. What's more, this ignorant boy actually sucked all the withering power in his body into his body, which was simply suicide.

However, the scene he imagined that the young man in front of him would turn into a pool of blood and die did not appear for a long time. Even, he felt that the withering power that he had spent decades cultivating was actually cutting off contact with him little by little.

It was as if there was a demon in the boy's body, and it was its power that suppressed the wilting power of the rampage, and even made the kid enough to devour his own withering power.

Feeling the continuous loss of strength, the Dead Wood Daoist was furious, opened his big dry hand, and pounced on it like a demon.

"Bastard, give back my withering power. ”

After cultivating the Deadwood Dafa, the body of the Deadwood Daoist was as thin as firewood, but it was abnormally hard. Being hugged and locked by him, Qin Feng couldn't break free for a while.

In addition, although the withering power in the body is suppressed by the unknown "soul fire", it is even very likely to be eaten back if one is not careful. Qin Feng had to be extremely cautious!

Seeing that his strength continued to drain, the Dead Wood Dao Man's bloodshot eyes were as wide as a mad dog, and he actually bit down towards Qin Feng like a beast.

Everyone saw that the body of the Deadwood Daoist was constantly withering, and along with the loss of vitality.

Obviously, while cultivating the power of withering, the vitality of the Deadwood Dao people was also injected into it. Once he loses his withering power, his vitality will also be devoured by the black-robed man in front of him. It's no wonder he's so crazy!

(End of chapter)