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"Blood Mist!"

Cold Hell turned into a god and demon, and the black mist on the whole person's original body instantly turned into blood, which was unusually red and terrifying.

"Black Rock Academy is worthy of being second only to Jiangtian Academy, and there is such a strength of Cunzài, I'm afraid only Bai Yiran and Shen Cangsheng will be his opponents. ”

Lu Zhe looked at the figure of the cold prison rushing over, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said secretly in his heart.

But shock is shock, he is not stupid to sit still, although he is strong, but not so strong that he is completely unable to resist!

Lu Zhe's belief is that even if an invincible mountain lies in front of him, he will blatantly punch and smash this mountain out of a hole, leaving his own mark.

"Great Qianwuji, triple fist seal!"

Lu Zhe's retreating figure suddenly stopped, his left foot was against a boulder, and the whole person jumped out with his legs violently, like an eagle striking the sky, leaving a fluttering arc in the air.

"Boom, boom!"

Daqian Wuji was unleashed in Lu Zhe's hands, and the power was undoubtedly much greater than that of Song Chengxian, and the triple fist seal was becoming more and more condensed and bright.

Each fist mark was ten zhang huge, and each one was stronger than the other, and the triple fist marks shot out one after another, just like the three fists blasted out by the three golden giants.

"Infinite fist intent, all laws are broken!"

Lu Zhe shouted, and the momentum in his body suddenly skyrocketed, as if he had risen wildly earlier, and a powerful spiritual power burst out, integrating the triple fist seals and fusing them into a single fist seal.

The triple fist seals were superimposed, and the power increased geometrically, and Lu Zhe's combat power suddenly exploded, turning into a god of war.

"Rebellious boy, die!"

Watching Lu Zheshi display this powerful martial art, and it was also the martial arts of Qiangang Academy, this made him suspicious, but he didn't look down on Lu Zhe because of this.

Because, at this time, Lu Zhe was already a dead man in his eyes.

A dead man is nothing that is looked down upon.

"Bang!"

Lu Zhe's triple fist prints were superimposed on each other, and they slammed into the blood mist fist of the cold prison, and the two fists collided fiercely, instantly stirring up a huge wave of qi.

The air waves rolled up, causing the air to vibrate again and again, making a buzzing roar, and a large area of the void collapsed, and the air formations rippled, and the figures of both of them were blown back by the majestic air waves.

It's just that Lu Zhe took dozens of steps back to stabilize his body, but the cold prison only took two or three steps back to settle his body, and the strength of the two was judged.

Looking at the cold prison like a demon god, Lu Zhe did not feel discouraged in his heart, in his opinion, the cold prison was at least a few years older than him, if he was given a few years of time, then his cultivation would definitely be able to throw him a few streets away, leaving him out of reach!

"Hehe, Cold Hell, do you only have such strength?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhe, who was at a disadvantage, took the lead in speaking provocatively, with a look of disdain on his face, as if he was really not afraid of this cold prison.

"Rebellious, it's really something that doesn't know whether to live or die. ”

"If you don't want to live like this, then I'll give you a ride. ”

Obviously, Lu Zhe's words were a great stimulus to the cold prison, and in his opinion, it was very easy to deal with Lu Zhe's small aura realm with the strength of his own aura realm consummation peak, because the realm difference between the two was too much.

Moreover, Lu Zhe's provocation against him by a powerhouse in a small aura realm was simply a shame for him.

But what he didn't know was that he bullied Lu Zhe with a high realm, which in itself was an extremely shameful behavior, if he was only the strength of the aura realm, Lu Zhe was completely confident that he would blow him up with one hand!

"Blood Mist Palm!"

If there is a third person on the field, he will definitely think that Lu Zhe is at a disadvantage but still opens his mouth to provoke the opponent is an extremely stupid and almost self-defeating behavior.

The cold prison also thought that Lu Zhe was completely killing himself, the corners of his mouth snorted coldly, his black clothes were blown by the strong wind, and a layer of blood-colored mist filled his body, shrouding his whole person in the blood-colored mist.

Cold Prison raised his hand is a palm, this palm has an amazing momentum like a mountain and a sea, the air waves are rolling, wave after wave, and the air seems to be the sound of waves crashing together.

The power of this punch was monstrous, even if a small mountain stood in front of Cold Prison, Cold Prison was confident that it could slap this small mountain out with a palm, and make the mountain fall apart and turn into countless stone fragments.

"Da Qian Wuji, fist marks plus body, Gangqi to protect the body!"

Lu Zhe's body suddenly rose from the ground, and at the same time, the spiritual power in his body roared wildly, rushing out towards all the points around his body, like a river rushing, mighty.

The internal energy in the body was released vigorously, wrapped around Lu Zhe's body surface, emitting a faint fluorescence, and Lu Zhe's whole person was shining heroically extraordinary, with a rather unearthly temperament.

"Drink!"

Lu Zhe's body that flew into the air suddenly pulled a carp to swing its tail, kicked out with his right foot, and hit the palm of Cold Prison, this kick was like a whirlwind, and the speed was so fast that it was almost difficult to discern the direction of the meat stall.

Before Cold Prison could react, Lu Zhe's left foot suddenly exerted force, slashing towards the arm that came out of Cold Prison with a thunderous momentum.

The strength of the whole body was almost all gathered on this kick, and the huge force poured on this arm of the cold prison as if it were not fatal, and Rao was the strong Cheng Dù who was also chopped with the body of the cold prison.

Leng Jian never expected that Lu Zhe would dare to resist his attack with one kick, and then slash at his arm with one kick, and what made him even more unbelievable was that Lu Zhe's physical strength was able to block the blow of his martial arts!

You must know that on weekdays, when he casts this blood mist palm, even those who have just stepped into the consummation of the aura realm will not be able to block his own blow, but Lu Zhe actually resisted it with the strength of the aura realm Xiaocheng, which is too surprising.

The blow succeeded, Lu Zhe was not complacent, his body stepped back as soon as he exerted his strength, not giving the cold prison a chance, he knew that if he simply fought with the body, he would inevitably suffer in the long run, and he could only temporarily increase the strength of the body by using Daqian Wuji, but it could not last.

"Boy, you've me off. The price is, down, down, hell!"

Leng Jian shook off the arm that was slashed by Lu Zhe's kick, and said through gritted teeth.

Obviously, Lu Zhe suffered losses one after another, and instead of achieving the overwhelming victory he expected, he injured his own arm, which made him extremely angry.

You must know that he is the top of the younger generation in Black Rock Academy, and he is high up on weekdays, and countless people want to look up to him, how can he ever suffer such a loss. But today, Lu Zhe, a person with a mere aura realm, was deflated, which made Leng Ji extremely angry in his heart.

Looking at the expression of the cold prison, Lu Zhe did not worry but showed a touch of joy in his heart, as if he was happy to see this cold prison go crazy.

"Blood Mist Dafa, you give me death!"

Leng Hell shouted violently, and the momentum of his whole body instantly rose, and the surrounding blood-colored mist was shrouded, and the kind of red Cheng dù was even a little more red, even redder than blood, which made people feel frightened.

Even Cold Hell's eyes turned crimson, and his pupils were flushed with red blood, making people feel that Cold Prison was a blood-colored Shura who had climbed up from the pool of hell blood.

"Boom!"

The Cold Hell Fist turned blood-red, like a blood-colored ball, and slammed into Lu Zhe's face, as if it was about to smash Lu Zhe into pieces with a single punch!

Feeling the power of the cold prison punch, although Lu Zhe had some palpitations in his heart, he had a look of joy in his heart.

"Da Qian Wuji, Gangqi protects the body. ”

The internal strength in his body poured out desperately, protecting Lu Zhe's entire body, forming a protective circle exuding a faint brilliance on the surface of his body, and the milky white smoke was released, which had a wonderful feeling.

"Eight desolate strengths, three strengths crack the sky!"

After protecting his body, Lu Zhe immediately unleashed his Eight Desolation Strength, and smashed out with a punch, blasting into the blood-colored fist that was smashed into the cold prison.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, like two comets colliding together, erupting into violent air wave fluctuations, and a huge collision force was formed, which shattered the ground where the two people were standing, and a large crater appeared in the most central place, which shows how amazing the power of this collision is.

At the moment when the big fists collided, a trace of cunning looked crossed the corner of Lu Zhe's mouth, and then the great Qianwuji exercise immediately worked, he dissolved the power of the cold prison punch and turned it into a huge counterthrust, and he smashed it out with one punch, and two huge counterthrusts came out, sending his body out of a distance of hundreds of zhang.

As soon as Lu Zhe broke away from the battlefield, his figure surged out and quickly fled, and at the moment when his body was pushed away, he also shouted loudly at the cold prison.

"Haha, Cold Hell, thank you for helping me, today's battle, continue tomorrow, when the time comes, I will send you into the region!"

The sound of Lu Zhe's laughter wafted through this space, but his figure didn't know how far away he was for a moment.

The cold prison figure stood quietly in place, his handsome face was shrouded in a layer of cold, his whole body was trembling slightly, his hands were hanging at his sides, his fingers were trembling, and the expression on his face changed from sluggish to hideous, and then angry.

He was really angry, but he didn't expect Lu Zhe to provoke himself so that he could escape with his strength, which was simply a humiliation to himself.

Leng Jian swore in his heart that the next time he saw Lu Zhe, he would definitely be torn to pieces!