Looking at the blood-red fist shadow that rapidly enlarged in the pupils of his eyes, Mu Feng not only had an extremely dangerous taste in his heart, but also had a trace of painful negative feelings, eroding his sanity.

Mu Feng also knew that no matter how strong his body was, if he was hit by the blood-red fist shadow, he would probably be seriously injured at least, and he might even die on the spot.

"Looks like it's really going to fight!"

Mu Feng muttered, his face also appeared helpless, and in the next moment, his eyes sank, his palm flipped, and a small gray tripod shot out from the palm of his hand, and then rose against the storm, turning into dozens of zhang in size.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the appearance of the gray giant tripod, the surrounding air exploded, and waves of powerful aura came out from the gray giant tripod, forming an extremely terrifying coercion in the entire competition platform.

"It's ......"

One after another shocked eyes looked at the gray giant tripod in mid-air, feeling the fierce aura coming from the giant tripod, everyone's faces changed slightly, because this kind of aura is not something that ordinary spiritual treasures can have.

Mu Feng shook his head helplessly, originally he was not ready to use the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding at all, but looking at the blood-red fist shadow that roared over, he also knew that if he didn't use the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding, with his current state, this punch would not be able to take it.

"Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding?"

The Qingcang Mansion Lord looked at the gray giant ding, even with his concentration, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding is not a heaven-level spirit treasure, it can also be called a quasi-heaven-level spirit treasure. With Mu Feng's strength, it is absolutely impossible to control. However, when the Heavenly Refining Martial Venerable gave the tripod at that time, he also left several seals in the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding. It enables Mu Feng to use the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding, and as Mu Feng's strength grows, he can open the seal layer by layer to exert the power of the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding.

"What kind of spiritual treasure is that?"

Teng Beiming on the opposite side was also shocked in his eyes, and from the gray giant ding, he felt an inexplicable coercion. This kind of coercion made his heart palpitate.

Gray rays surged out from the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding, a strange formation. It also slowly condensed out, and in that formation, extremely violent and violent fluctuations emanated. It's discoloring.

Mu Feng stood in the air. Under that strange huge formation, it looked a little small, but the thin figure was extremely resolute and upright.

Because of urging the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding, Mu Feng's face also became extremely pale, but the printing method in his hand was still changing, urging the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding.

"This Dading is not bad, but with your strength. It shouldn't be able to move it with some force. Teng Beiming sneered and said.

Although Teng Beiming knew that this gray giant tripod was of good grade. However, he felt that Mu Feng's strength was too weak to urge the power of the Gray Juding.

Mu Feng smiled faintly, and did not refute it, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and when the handprint changed, a gray torrent erupted from the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding, and then shot towards the blood-colored fist shadow.

Everywhere the gray torrent passed, it left a thick gray trace, and even the space became faintly distorted, and its momentum made the faces of everyone around them look horrified.

Although the Eight Desolations Corpse Refining Tripod has the wonder of using its own power to return its body, but in the face of Teng Beiming's painful blood fist, Mu Feng did not display this characteristic of the Eight Desolations Corpse Refining Corpse Ding.

With Mu Feng's current state, he can't urge one-thousandth of the power of the Eight Desolations Corpse Refining Tripod, so he is not sure that he can absorb the power of the Painful Blood Fist with the help of the Eight Desolations Corpse Refining Corpse Ding.

Moreover, Teng Beiming's painful blood fist has a trace of weirdness, if the Eight Desolations Refining Corpse Ding is eroded, it will be a little more than worth the loss.

The gray torrent pierced through the sky at an extremely astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, it slammed into the blood-colored fist shadow.

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering loud noise, coming from the intersection point of the two, the two earth-shattering attacks erupted with terrifying energy, frantically eroding each other.

"Bang bang bang!"

Waves of terrifying energy fluctuations surged wildly in mid-air like a storm, and the air was all detonated at this moment, and the continuous explosions resounded in the sky, endlessly.

Two terrifying energy fluctuations were frantically intertwined, devouring each other, eroding each other, and even the space gave people a distorted feeling.

All eyes were staring intently at this amazing scene in the sky, but after a while, everyone's faces showed a look of horror, and the two earth-shattering attacks in the sky, under the fierce bombardment, finally lost control and exploded.

In the sky, a hurricane that swept the heavens and the earth suddenly formed, and the terrifying energy shock wave spread out in a circle, hitting the invisible protection of the competition platform fiercely.

The faces of the people were pale, and their faces were full of horror, this was just the aftermath of the energy released by the two martial arts offensives, it was so powerful, if they were involved, there was a chance that they would be shattered and killed.

"Poof!"

The heavens and the earth trembled, as if they were about to collapse, and the two people in the center of the energy fluctuation were all shot backwards if they were hit hard, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

The figures of the two flew upside down for more than a hundred zhang, and fell heavily on the competition platform, and then slid a dazzling blood mark of more than 100 zhang on the ground before stopping.

Mu Feng's figure had just stabilized, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the Clear Void Dance Wind Steps were displayed, and his body turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

Teng Beiming's figure had just stopped, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and his eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't expect that the most powerful punch in Qingyan's nose fist he cast was actually blocked by Mu Feng.

However, before Teng Beiming could think about it, he noticed that a strong wind was suddenly coming, and his face changed drastically, and his body moved, and he retreated sharply behind him.

"Bang!"

Just as Teng Beiming left, a fist wind with fierce power slammed into the place where he was before, and the air exploded, leaving a fist mark even on the ground.

Teng Beiming also forcibly calmed the surging qi and blood in his body, and the cyan halberd reappeared, and the shadow of the halberd flashed out.

And on the other side, Mu Feng, the Xuanling Sword was also sacrificed, and the sharp sword was fierce, and it was fierce and bombarded with the heavy halberd shadows.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The two figures were staggered together again, making everyone around them look stupid, the two of them were so fierce and continuous offensives, it was not at all like they had just experienced a big battle, it seemed that for the victory or defeat of this competition, the two of them also tried their best.

"Bell!"

The Xuanling Sword and the cyan halberd collided violently, and the fierce wind gushed out, and the Xuanling Sword hung on the tip of the halberd, and they all flew out of their hands.

However, although the spirit treasures in the hands of the two were shocked and flew out, the two of them did not stop at all, the fierce fist shadow, and the fierce palm wind, all of them slammed towards each other's vital points.

Mu Feng cultivated the Xuanlei Heavenly Dragon Body to the second level, coupled with the realm of Xiaocheng Peak in the middle stage of the Divine Power Realm, the current physical strength, even if it was an ordinary Xiaocheng peak powerhouse in the early stage of the Easy Realm, it was inferior.

And although Teng Beiming has not cultivated physical martial arts, he is a genuine half-step powerhouse, and his cultivation of martial arts has reached the ground level, and his strength should not be underestimated.

The competition of the physical strength of the two of them, for a while, there was no winner or loser, but the dull sound of punching to the flesh made everyone a little frightened.

Teng Beiming struck out like lightning with a palm, directly pressing towards Mu Feng's chest, but to everyone's consternation, Mu Feng didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he punched out.

Palms for fists, fight for life!

Mu Feng's ferocity made Teng Beiming hesitate slightly, but it was already a little too late to back down at this time, so Teng Beiming no longer hesitated and pressed it out with one palm.

"Bang bang!"

The fists containing fierce power all fell heavily on the opponent's chest, and then both of them flew out upside down, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out again.

This desperate style of play made everyone around him frightened and their scalps numb, which was really ruthless.

After the two landed, they didn't stop at all, and blasted at each other again, but at this time, both of them were scarred, their breath was sluggish, and the mysterious power in their bodies was also exhausted.

Competing for physical strength is obviously Mu Feng's strength, so the situation actually began to change again, slowly tilting towards Mu Feng.

Teng Beiming didn't expect Mu Feng to be so strong, and he was greatly shocked, but the previous battle had consumed too much of his strength, and he already felt that the Xuan Ying and Yuan Shen in his body were all showing a trend of exhaustion of Xuan power.

But even so, Teng Beiming is a half-step carefree powerhouse after all, and his real strength is far beyond that of an ordinary half-step carefree martial artist, so his offensive is still extremely powerful.

"Bang!"

Teng Beiming slammed his palm on Mu Feng's chest, and the power poured out, shaking Mu Feng's body with qi and blood surging violently, and the corners of the latter's mouth were overflowing with a dazzling blood.

However, Mu Feng did not dodge, after receiving Teng Beiming's palm, the power in his body condensed, and he also directly punched Teng Beiming's chest, and even the surrounding air was blasted away by this punch.

"Bang!"

A low impact sounded, and Teng Beiming's body shot out backwards, and it didn't stop until more than a hundred zhang squares.

"Poof!"

When Teng Beiming's figure stopped, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Whew!"

However, at this time, a piercing sound of breaking the wind suddenly sounded, Teng Beiming didn't even look at it, turned his palms over, and slapped towards the sound of breaking the wind.

"Bang bang!"

The two figures shot out again, and their bodies were on the ground of the competition platform, leaving a blood mark of more than 100 zhang, and then slowly stopped, and the breath of the two of them was sluggish to an extreme.

Looking at the two miserable figures, the audience was silent!

This battle is too tragic! (To be continued......