Ahead, there are thousands of colors and thousands of rays of light, but in this peaceful scene, it is stained with a layer of blood, which makes it extremely terrifying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the tea, under the blood-colored sky, an illusory figure suddenly condensed, although the figure was vague, but it was thousands of feet high, like a high mountain.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths......

As time passed, the figure became clearer.

Duanmu Feng's eyes froze, and his sight was crowded with that huge figure.

A furious aura that was even more vast than before, as if it wanted to shatter mountains, cut rivers, and crush the heavens.

However, the aura fluctuates from strength to strength, extremely unstable, when it is strong, it is terrifying, and when it is weak, it is only comparable to the old man of the Gangwu Realm of the barbarians.

Time passed, and after the tea, the huge phantom finally revealed its original appearance.

The phantom is not much different from the image of the barbarian warrior, and he is only wearing a short animal skin skirt on his body, and his bare and exposed muscles appear to be extremely developed, as if it is a small mountain bag, full of explosive power.

Underneath the humanoid phantom, there was a pool of blood, and in the pool of blood, it seemed to be a fountain, and from time to time blood came out of the ground.

"Sure enough, the blood that had seeped into the ground and disappeared before was gathered by the formation, and then flowed here. ”

Duanmu Feng's pupils shrank, his face was solemn, he sensed it with his heart, and when the opponent's momentum was reduced to the lowest point, he made a decisive move.

"Silver Flower Fire Tree. ”

He let out a loud cry, and the true yuan in his body was pushed to the limit, and then it was like a flash flood, continuous, surging and crazy gushing out.

Duanmu Feng's hands quickly sealed, and for a while, the afterimages were dazzling.

In the palm of its hand, there are sparks jumping and flashing.

Then, with a wave of his palm, the sparks converged and turned into an incomparably hot flame, which was monstrous and changed shape, and soon formed a majestic fire tree like a mountain.

The branches of the flame tree were densely packed, obscuring the sky and the sun, and then suddenly fell off, turning into a flaming sword, and shooting towards the tall and incomparably large phantom that filled the field of vision.

Woohoo.

The Flame Sword was extremely fast, like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it flew in front of the opponent.

"Damn, boy. ”

At this moment, the barbarian old man shouted violently and used all his means to block the blow.

Bang.

In an instant, an explosion erupted in this place like a comet colliding, and a violent energy shock wave raged in all directions.

"Haha, that's true. ”

"The so-called barbarian ancestor has not really awakened, this phantom is the projection of his body, and when the phantom turns from virtual to real and condenses into an entity, he will be truly resurrected. ”

Seeing that the other party was so angry, Duanmu Feng's mind turned sharply, so he said so, which also confirmed his previous thoughts.

"Stinky boy, don't be complacent, until the ancestor is truly resurrected, I am enough to stop you. ”

The barbarian old man's face changed slightly, and his eyes were filled with murderous aura, if it weren't for the other party's obstruction, it would be extremely easy to kill the martial artist who broke into this place.

Therefore, for the other party, the hatred in the heart of the barbarian old man is like a surging river, endless.

"Haha, huh?"

Duanmu Feng was full of momentum, and he also understood that he was now a race for time, if he could destroy the blood pool under the other party before the so-called Barbarian Ancestor really recovered, he might be able to resolve this crisis.

"Kill. ”

A loud shout, like rolling thunder, exploded in the sky, Duanmu Feng held the sword in his hand, and fought fiercely with the other party, he had already exerted his strongest combat power at this time, but it was not to kill the other party, but to quickly force the other party back, destroy the blood pool, and prevent the resurrection of the barbarian ancestor.

A moment later, under Duanmu Feng's frantic attack, the old man retreated one after another, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Qinglian is all over the sky. ”

He let out a low shout, the true yuan in his body surged, his wrist flipped, the long sword trembled, and with a wave of the sword he held in his hand, suddenly, in the sky, a sky full of blue lotuses appeared.

The green lotus is all over the place, densely packed, and a green lotus is a sword qi.

Airplanes.

Qinglian turned, and then slashed towards the old man with lightning speed.

Tear pull.

The air was torn apart in an instant, making an extremely sharp and piercing sound.

At the same time, Duanmu Feng put away his sword, and then cast the third form of the Red Flame Divine Palm, the Red Flame Burning Sky.

He sealed his hands, and then swung out his palm, and suddenly a flood of flames appeared in the sky.

The flames changed, forming a fire tree, and the fire tree suddenly exploded, turning into even hotter flames and rolling towards the pool of blood.

Near the pool of blood, a light flickered, and then formed a colorful protective shield.

The flames burned, but instead of breaking through the shield, they spread along its surface.

"One sword. ”

Duanmu Feng stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, his body volleyed into the air, his body spun rapidly, he held the sword in both hands, and when his momentum gathered to the peak, he suddenly swung a sword.

Suddenly, a sword qi that was dozens of zhang long, extremely condensed, like a ray of starlight, and just like a thin line erupted from the sword.

The sword qi was in the air, shuttling rapidly, and then slashed at the colorful protective shield.

Snort.

As if it was a mud cow entering the sea, there was a ripple on the surface of the protective shield, and the sword qi dissolved.

Bang.

At this time, the barbarian old man finally blocked the blue lotus that Duanmu Feng had cast before.

"Haha, stinky boy, it's really beyond your strength, how can you destroy the formation arranged by the ancestor?"

The old man laughed, but a faint hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Oh?"

"Really?"

"If you're really that confident, then why stop me?"

"Presumably, this formation must have been damaged with the passage of time. ”

At first, Duanmu Feng was also shocked in his heart, after all, his attack was like a spring breeze to that protective shield, and it had no effect.

However, from the old man's eyes, he saw a faint trace of worry, although the other party hid it well, but Duanmu Feng's soul was very strong now, and he naturally noticed the slight emotional changes of the other party.

So, he unleashed his soul power and began to carefully probe the colorful shield, and soon, he found that a trace of flame had penetrated into the shield in the flames that had spread around the shield before.

Duanmu Feng's eyes lit up, and then he urged the flames, all of which slammed towards that part and forcibly penetrated into it.

Under its manipulation, at this moment, a lot of flames entered the pool of blood.

The temperature of the flame was extremely high, constantly burning the blood in the blood pool, evaporating it.

"Ah, boy, I want you dead. ”

The old man's eyes were cracked, and his murderous aura was soaring, like a mad beast, and he attacked Duanmu Feng.