A circle of invisible air waves erupted between the two of them. The dry bones several feet below their feet exploded one after another.

The blood clan boy was shocked. When he suddenly raised his head, he was facing a pair of slender and cold eyes.

His body was much shorter than Dongfang Mo. At this time, he grabbed his palm and was unable to move in the air.

The next moment, Dongfang Mo held it hard between his fingers.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a huge force came, and the blood clan boy's small palm was pinched and cracked. Five fingers were twisted in an instant and changed shape.

"It's interesting!"

The piercing pain would definitely be unbearable if an ordinary person had. But the blood boy just frowned slightly, then looked at Dongfang Mo, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that the crushed palm was not his.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo felt a sudden slight in his hand the next moment.

"puff!"

The blood clan boy's twisted palm suddenly turned into a thick blood mist. The blood mist covered his arm in the blink of an eye and was like he was immersed in his skin.

"snort!"

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, and his magic power was aroused, and his body suddenly shook.

"Buzz!"

A circle of shock force emanated from his body, and the blood mist that had just touched the skin was like being blocked by an invisible wall and pushed away.

You should know that the anode body-forging technique is a physical practice technique, and it relies on the essence and blood of the transformed deer antler root to practice.

The threshold is so high that it is unimaginable. But when this technique is successful, its power is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary physical cultivation techniques.

After breaking through the small success realm, not to mention anything else, the strength of the physical body is comparable to that of an ordinary intermediate magic weapon. Almost no one can hurt it during the foundation-building stage. Under the swelling of the physical body, a powerful suction or repulsion force can be burst out.

Therefore, the blood mist was blocked instantly and it was difficult to make progress.

The blood clan boy's expression remained unchanged at all, and the blood mist rolled and turned into a huge blood-colored slap.

He suddenly took a slap at Dongfang Mo on the head.

Feeling a powerful pressure coming towards him, a hint of excitement flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and then he clenched his slender fingers with fists.

"Bang!"

He pinched out a burst of air and punched the bloody color that came towards him.

"Boom!"

The two of them fought each other with their fists and palms, making a thicker muffled sound. At the same time, the bloody palms were blown up and spread out.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Dongfang Mo's figure took three steps back and then stood firm. Every step he took, the bones under his feet would be stepped into a circle of powder.

The scattered blood mist gathered towards the blood clan boy, solidifying into sticky blood, and the blood turned into an intact arm as it wriggled.

When he looked at the recondensation of his palm and turned to Dongfang Mo, there was a hint of seriousness on the boy's face.

It's only been seen for months. At that time, this human boy had only had the right to escape in his hands. He didn't expect that he could compete with him head-on and not be at a disadvantage. He had just broken through the foundation-building stage, which made him not surprised.

For Dongfang Mo, although he only had two short moves, he had a rough understanding of his physical strength.

You should know that just now, he was able to resist the blood boy in the late stage of foundation building by only 80% of his strength. It seems that his strength is still above his imagination. This made him feel secretly happy.

And just as he was pondering, the blood clan boy moved again.

This time, he touched his waist and took out a black dendrobium. After the dendrobium tilted, it made a gurgling sound.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the blood clan monks had a special liking for the magic weapon like Dendrobium. From the Wu Bicha at the time, to Wu Gong, to the current blood clan boy, everyone can be said to have one.

In his surprised gaze, three black flames surged out of the Dendrobium.

What's strange is that the flame seemed like a living thing, trembling constantly, giving people a feeling of intelligence.

As soon as Fang appeared, he rushed towards him with a very fast speed. He was still far away, and he felt a cold breath.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo did not hesitate at all. With a wave of his hand, three wooden swords with clear patterns shot out.

After breaking through the foundation building period, the power of the Wood Sprig Technique will naturally increase exponentially.

Now that the wooden sword is extremely solid, there is no sign of the slightest transformation of spiritual power.

"Puff puff puff!"

With three light sounds, three solid wooden swords were instantly destroyed in the moment when they touched the black flames.

What is even more incredible is that the three flames seemed to have completely absorbed the spiritual power of the wooden sword. The flame light rose sharply and rushed towards Dongfang Mo even faster.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, but he didn't expect the flame to be so weird. At the critical moment, his figure was like a flower, and a hazy green shadow appeared, and he was about to dodge.

But the blood clan boy stood in the distance and smiled strangely, stretched out his fingers and kept pinching. Under his movements, three balls of flames formed a straight line and suddenly shot out.

Just at this moment, Dongfang Mo felt a tricky and cold breath coming from behind.

Almost in the flash, he reached out to touch the storage bag on his waist, took out a tortoise shell the size of a palm, and sacrificed it behind him without thinking.

"Buzz!"

The tortoise shell rose heavily in the wind, and a dazzling rune lit up on it.

"Bang...bang...bang!"

Three violent impacts sounded.

Even with the blockage of the tortoise shell, Dongfang Mo's body was still hit by a huge force and slid back several feet.

When I looked up, three balls of flames actually attached to the tortoise shell, and a devouring aura emanated from it.

Under this devouring power, the runes shining on the tortoise shell began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye. And the three black flames, the flame light rose sharply again.

At this point, Dongfang Mo finally showed a look of surprise. The flame did have the strange magical power to swallow magic power and expand its own power.

As the light of the tortoise shell becomes dimmer, if it continues, it will inevitably affect the spirituality of this magic weapon.

So he stopped thinking about it and put away the object. He stomped his left foot and flew out to the right.

Seeing this, the blood clan boy was even more disdainful and quickly pinched his fingers, while the three flames followed like shadows. In the blink of an eye, he was about to sink into Dongfang Mo's back.

Dongfang Mo looked cold, and with a wave of his right hand, a three-foot black whip shot out from his cuff.

"Bang!"

I saw the first ball of flames being pulled out fiercely, and suddenly, black sparks burst into pieces, pouring on the dry bones, making a "sniff" sound.

His movements continued, with one squeezing and one slashing, and the remaining two balls of flames were also whipped away by the black whip and shot into the distance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dongfang Mo threw a strange wooden root at his feet without any trace in his left hand, causing it to disappear into the dry bones.

Under his body, he was about to kill the blood clan boy.

The blood clan boy grinded his teeth and made a move toward the three flames in the distance. The flames immediately detoured and kept spinning above his head.

In a moment, the index finger and middle fingers were closed together and pointed at Dongfang Mo.

"Swish swish swish!"

Three flames shot again.

But as the flames were about to hit him hard, Dongfang Mo's figure suddenly exploded.

There was a "bang!" sound.

It turned into pieces of inspiration.

Just at this moment, a sound of wind breaking out sounded, and the blood clan boy looked at his side, and his expression suddenly changed.

Because a ghostly figure appeared beside him at some point.

At the same time, a black whip like a strange snake twisted and bit his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!