This is a strange flame, completely black. It is the opposite of normal flames. It is a common demonic fire in hell. However, this fire is different from demonic fire. It is the essence fire of the three-headed dog, a ferocious beast in hell.
, this kind of fire is countless times stronger than the demonic fire of hell, and can burn everything. At that time, the five ferocious beasts of the barbarians were helpless against this demonic fire and could not kill it. This shows how powerful this demonic fire is.
At this time, Lang Angxiong's flame was this kind of demon fire. He slowly climbed up from the flames as if he were a demon god from hell.
His whole body was covered with jet-black flames, and his eyes were completely black and burning with flames. It gave people the illusion that their souls were burning in every pair of demonic eyes. They dared not look directly into them, and it was terrifying.
But at this time, a strange magic pattern appeared on his forehead...
This is the shape of a pitch-black flame. As this small flame flickers, the demonic fire around him burns more vigorously. With him as the center, the surrounding ground is spread into a charred blackness, and the space is boiling.
It seemed to be shaking, and it was beating incessantly, making people's vision become distorted.
"roar,……"
Lang Angxiong did not stand up. On the contrary, he crawled down like a monster, roaring violently at the wind. Slowly, the flames around him condensed into a three-headed hell dog with him as the center.
The shape is extremely ferocious, and the overflowing breath is suffocating.
"snort."
The old man beside the ring snorted softly, a ferocious look flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly, "It's good to be able to push him to this point, but unfortunately, he is destined to die in the hands of Lang Angxiong...
Tsk tsk, that’s fine, it would be great if you join our ancient clan.”
He knew quite a bit about Lang Angxiong's situation at this time, so he was full of confidence. Looking at Feng Hao was like looking at a dead person.
The strange change of Lang Ang Xiong also caused the scene to become quiet immediately. The old man who sacrificed himself also had a solemn face. He had already made up his mind. If Feng Hao was not inferior and fought for the reputation of the barbarian tribe, he would save Feng Hao.
In his heart, Feng Hao's identity is greater than anything else, even if he betrays his faith, he will not hesitate.
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"What a powerful energy."
Feng Hao had a solemn look on his face, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Lang Angxiong.
This pitch-black flame was so powerful that it exceeded any energy he had ever seen. Although he had long known that there were countless strange bodies in the world, especially the Palace Master of Xiangtian Palace told him about the unique physique in the world.
What the Lang Ang Xiong in front of him possesses is the most powerful magic power in hell, which is the special magic fire of the three-headed dog of hell, the Lord of Warcraft in hell.
"It's interesting."
Feng Hao was not afraid. On the contrary, he was very excited, with a fighting spirit. He moved his hands continuously, and two mysterious formations appeared above his head.
"Buzz,..."
As the formation took shape, a god-like palm slowly condensed. Under the infusion of various powers, this palm showed a dark purple color, shimmering, and there were electric arcs rippling outside.
At this moment, the heaven and earth roared with the breathtaking aura, as if they couldn't bear the aura and began to ripple.
"roar,……"
At this time, Lang Ang Xiong roared loudly, stamped his hands on the ground, and then rose up like a demon dog, carrying the sky full of demonic power and billowing flames, and rushed towards Feng Hao, wanting to tear him into pieces in one fell swoop.
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"The heaven-turning handprint."
Feng Hao's face straightened, his eyes focused, he squeezed his handprints, and flipped his hands. The big hand that appeared above his head rolled like a chariot, and directly pressed down on Lang Ang Xiong.
"roar."
At this time, Lang Angxiong seemed to have lost his mind. When he saw the big hand falling, he did not avoid it. On the contrary, he opened his hands and actually wanted to tear the big hand apart.
"Boom."
With a loud explosion that penetrated the sky and the earth, Lang Angxiong vomited blood and was knocked out again. Blood was scattered on the ring, proving that he was seriously injured.
Now Feng Hao's strength has soared again, and the power and pressure of the Heaven-turning hand seal have increased several times. He actually fights with his body, which is purely seeking death.
"roar,……"
Just after landing, Lang Ang Xiong rose up again, with undiminished power, and pounced again, but he was still greeted by a big hand.
"Star Magic Light Bullet."
He opened his mouth and spit out a huge light bullet made of condensed black flames, heading towards the big hand.
"Boom."
The two collided together and exploded completely. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and ripples were swept in all directions by the roaring wind. The scene was very grand, killing everything.
"Go to hell."
Lang Ang Xiong nimbly avoided these strong winds, and like a demon dog, it raised its claws made of black flames and clawed at Feng Hao.
"Uh-huh."
Feng Hao disappeared directly on the spot, but when he reappeared, he was behind him, holding a dark purple giant sword in his scaly palm. Without any hesitation, he directly chopped off the head of Lang Ang Xiong.
"Tsk."
Everyone saw a sharp arc passing through, followed by blood blooming and a shrill scream.
"stop."
A panicked shout rang out, and everyone saw a figure rushing into the ring and pulling out a figure.
It was the old man beside the ring. He took action and saved Lang Angxiong.
Although Lang Angxiong dodged the fatal blow, his left arm was chopped off by Feng Hao and remained on the ring.
Carrying the energy of Heavenly Punishment, there is nothing that cannot be killed by the Skybreaking Killer.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Holding the giant sword and swiping continuously, Feng Hao directly sliced the arm into pieces, breaking every inch of the bone.
There was no need for him to hold back on those who were confirmed to be enemies, but he was a little regretful that he could not kill this freak.
"No,……"
Looking at the severed arm that was chopped into countless pieces by Feng Hao, Lang Angxiong screamed piercingly, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. If the old man hadn't imprisoned him, he would have pounced on him to fight for his life.
If an arm is broken, it is basically impossible to regenerate it. Unless the broken arm is intact, there are still some possibilities.
"You are so cruel."
The old man took a deep look at Feng Hao, shouted low to the old man offering sacrifices at the Beast Temple, cut through the space, and left in embarrassment with Lang Ang Xiong.
"ruthless."
Feng Hao curled his lips in disdain, exhaled slightly, dispersed the giant sword in his hand, and the unicorn arm returned to normal. He looked towards the Beast Temple and saw the old priest looking at him with a smile.
However, in the depths of his eyes, Feng Hao also saw a touch of passion and respect.
Feng Hao was stunned, shook his head slightly, and jumped off the ring without thinking too much.
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