In the inner gate hall, on the stairs leading to the ninth floor, Ren Yixun was walking towards the ninth floor of the inner gate hall with the blood refining spear, and the strong figure seemed even taller at this moment. On the seventh floor of the inner gate hall, he knew that Chen Jianan was very powerful, and when he used the Bailuo sword technique to fight him, he was at a disadvantage, so on the eighth floor of the inner gate hall, he chose not to hold back.

This also caused the illusion of a huge contrast between the two, which made many people unable to believe their gazes, and even Chen Jianan himself could not accept this fact.

At this moment, he was pinching his hands, his face gradually became worried, and he murmured in a low voice: "What am I worried about? Even if he could easily pass through the eighth floor, he would never pass through the ninth floor. That kind of legendary monster character is really terrible... No, absolutely no."

On the ninth floor of the inner gate hall, when Ren Yixun's figure appeared here, he saw a man in white standing in front of him. The man in white didn't look like a warrior, but more like a gentle scholar, but even so, Ren Yixun would not treat this person as an ordinary person.

Because this person is no one else, he is the legendary figure in Zhenwu Hall, Huang Futian. He is also the ancestor of the Huang family, the terrifying powerful man with the Taiyan Divine Body. He is also a peak martial arts master who specializes in fire-based martial arts. Last time Ren Yixun was beaten in his hands, and he still remembers it deeply.

"Hahaha. Another acquaintance came. It seems that the disciples of Zhenwu Hall are worse than those of the other. I have been waiting for so long, but no one can defeat my essence and blood incarnation!" Huang Futian said with some emotion.

"That's the senior's strength." Ren Yixun showed a respectful look. After all, Huang Futian's strength was strong, and he had seen it last time. Even at this moment, he was not sure that he could defeat him.

"You kid, don't say flattery anymore. I'm just a drop of essence and blood. Only with the blessing of the formation can it gather into a form of essence and blood incarnation, so don't waste time. Let's start!" Huang Futian's essence and blood incarnation laughed loudly.

"Senior, please take action!" Ren Yixun did not hesitate, and stared in front of him with a blood-colored spear, his eyes full of solemn expression.

The next second, Huang Futian's figure moved, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in flames, emitting endless heat waves. The heat wave rushed towards him, giving people a sense of suffocation and oppression. At the same time, his palms opened and slapped at Ren Yixun's forehead.

Fire clouds burst out.

Huang Futian used his own martial arts, Fire Cloud Palm from the beginning. The power of this palm is not as powerful as Huang Youqi, but it is faintly flashing with sparks and it fills the entire space at once, giving people a feeling of being on the back, and they can't escape even if they want to.

"The aura swallowed the mountains and rivers." Ren Yixun did not dare to keep it, gathered the sea of ​​blood in his body and suddenly punched it out, colliding with Huang Futian's palm, alarming a terrifying sound of breaking the wind.

I don’t know how terrifying the power of Huang Futian’s Taiyan Divine Body was, and he could actually take on a middle-grade earth-level treasure with bare hands. The violent flame ignored the spear and slapped towards Ren Yixun. Ren Yixun’s eyes narrowed, and the spear in his hand rotated, and it shot out again, shaking the pounced flames away, and the spear light hit Huang Futian’s palm again.

"Boom--"

Huangfu Tian ignored the sharp light coming from the gun rod, raised his left hand and turned into a thunderous fire palm and slashed towards Ren Yixun. Ren Yixun was so scared that he had to give up the attack and retreated to the rear.

"This is so terrible that it can actually ignore my earth-level treasure." Ren Yixun used Ling Yun Sanzhe to escape the overwhelming palm, and fine sweat was already flowing out from his back.

"The strength of this Huang family ancestor is really amazing. I can't be conservative anymore and I have to take the initiative to attack." Ren Yixun's expression condensed, and a huge puppet was taken out from the Qiankun bag. The puppet held a war soldier in his hand, which was a puppet of Qiu Jia's war soldier. At the same time, a tiny golden needle appeared in his hand. It was Ren Yixun's secret move: a needle with a heart-wrenching heart.

This cone-cone-killing needle was aimed at warriors, and I don’t know if it was effective for the incarnation of essence and blood. But at this time, Ren Yixun had no time to consider these issues. He rushed up with a spear and cone-cone-cone-cone-cone-cone-cone-cone-surge.

And behind him, the huge puppet warrior rushed up, as if he was about to split Huangfu Tian's body in half.

"Haha, it's actually a puppet warrior. I didn't expect you to have such a treasure. But if you want to defeat me with a puppet warrior, you really underestimate me." Huang Futian looked at the puppet warrior who was rushing towards him, and there was no panic on his face, but with some excitement. He saw a terrifying aura ignited in his body, and he was like a awakened beast, roaring to the sky.

"No, it's his innate magical powers. The divine fire was burned." Ren Yixun did not dare to be arrogant, so he hurriedly controlled the puppet warriors to slash.

Although Ren Yixun's reaction was quick, the warrior had turned into a machete and chopped down at Huang Futian, Ren Yixun still underestimated Huang Futian's strength. He saw a huge figure gathering behind him. It was a single-legged bird with flames burning all over his body, and the flame spread around him, and became violent with Huang Futian's loud shout.

"The sea of ​​fire is endless." As the sound fell, layers of erupting flames spread out and rushed towards the surroundings. Huang Futian's palm had waved towards the puppet warriors. Although the puppet warriors did not have the blood sea energy, they had the strength of the martial arts of the Zhoutian realm, but they still did not cause harm to Huang Futian. Instead, they knocked the puppet warriors away, scaring Ren Yixun.

Fortunately, the puppet warrior was not damaged, but the warrior in his hand had disappeared. His figure climbed up again under Ren Yixun's control and rushed towards Huang Futian. Ren Yixun's cone needle also moved and shot towards Huang Futian's chest.

There, Ren Yixun could see a surging blood that was emitting endless power.

"Hiss--" Just as the needle in the heart-wrenching needle stepped into Huang Futian's chest, it twisted into a ball, hindering the flow of the sea of ​​blood. The violent flame also appeared a little dull. Ren Yixun rushed straight into Huang Futian's chest, and a dull collision sound rang out.

"Boom--" The spear hit Huang Futian's chest but did not knock Huang Futian away, but sparks sparked. Then Huang Futian's palm slapped Ren Yixun's chest.

"Boom--" The palm slapped Ren Yixun's chest, like a huge rock slapped with the power of shaking the mountain, slapped Ren Yixun away, and blood was spewed out, and it was swallowed by the sea of ​​fire that rushed over.

Ren Yixun covered his chest, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood. He could not have imagined that the other party could still shoot this terrible attack when the sea of ​​blood was blocked. Such strength and physical strength were enough to challenge the peak warrior in the middle stage of the Zhoutian Realm.

This kind of strength can only be described as strong.
Chapter completed!