"In this case, let's proceed to the finals immediately and let the two of you take the stage."
The white-haired and child-like old man took a deep look at Samsara, glanced at the person in charge of the Killing God Mansion, and then spoke loudly again, announcing the start of the final finals of this new competition.
"Wind boy."
When Feng Hao was about to go on stage, Long Yueguan yelled at the side. He rushed towards him with stunned eyes, avoided Long Yueguan's bear hug, and looked at him with some annoyance.
"Little Feng, you must win the championship. My old dragon's wealth and life are in your hands. If you lose, then my old dragon's life will be meaningless. I will die here."
Long Yueguan's eyes were full of tears, and he was choking as he spoke. However, those tears could not fall down, and the tear stains on his face were also a bit traceless and messy.
"Uncle is so stinky, he still plays with saliva at such an old age..."
Xiao Qingmeng, who was hugged by Liu Canyan, shaved his face and revealed the truth. Looking at Long Yueguan's funny appearance, many people laughed, but they all didn't understand why he was like this.
Logically speaking, if Feng Hao cannot win the championship, what does it have to do with him.
"I try my best."
Feng Hao glared at him helplessly, cast a comforting look at Qiong Ling'er and the girls, then stood up and floated onto the ring.
When both of them were on the ring, the noise in the audience gradually fell silent, and only the whistling sound of the wind was heard around them.
"I bid farewell to the ancient tomb. I didn't expect to see Brother Yiying here."
Feng Hao did not show any hostility. On the contrary, he spoke as if he were chatting with friends.
The afterimage at that time was strange and powerful. It was said that he had defeated many Saint Child-level missions. It also left a very deep impression on Feng Hao at that time. However, the afterimage at that time should be in a certain state. The state of self-sealing is not as powerful as it is now.
To this day, Feng Hao actually still doesn't understand what Afterimage did at that time.
With his power, why would he provoke those Holy Sons?
On the Tianwu Continent, the Saint Son-level figures are absolutely powerful, and they are definitely the strongest among the younger generation.
However, there is no way he can get into the eyes of this person with the divine body of Shura.
Unable to find an answer, Feng Hao could only attribute it to this weird person.
Also because in the competition between him and Yan Qing just now, he had room for improvement and did not take the opportunity to kill him in the end, so Feng Hao also had some favorable impressions of him.
The people of Shura Mansion are lurking beasts. They are powerful but low-key. When necessary, they can deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
This metaphor is very appropriate.
"Um."
Afterimage nodded slightly, his voice was a little hoarse. It was obvious that he didn't talk much at ordinary times and his personality was somewhat withdrawn.
He was also surprised. He did not expect that Feng Hao, who was so cowardly at the time and could not stand up to him, could stand with him in the arena today.
"I'm going to offend you a lot later. Brother Canying, please don't show me outside."
After Feng Hao smiled slightly, his eyes also condensed, and the originally dark pupils slowly turned into a red color.
Suddenly, the aura on his body changed from dull to violent, and his fierce fighting spirit surged, making him look like a fierce god from ancient times.
The afterimage didn't say much, a pair of eyes that looked like a blood prison shone with a crystal-like luster, and a head of red hair spread behind him, filled with evil aura and frightening people. The surrounding sky was dyed red, like blood. Like this, he looked like a hellish Shura.
"Oh."
Feng Hao shouted loudly and stamped his foot. The space was shattered like glass, and the human body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the afterimage. With the momentum of rolling thunder, he raised a silver-white electric arc. The fist smashed down, leaving a terrifying black trail along the way.
"Tianmo Fist."
A flash of crystal red light flashed in the afterimage's eyes, and he raised his fist, with blood energy burning like a flame, and directly resisted.
"Boom, boom,..."
The two fists collided violently, causing a deafening explosion. The wind roared and the force exploded. Feng Hao was directly pushed away by nearly two meters, while the afterimage only swayed and retreated slightly. Just half a step.
The half-step back was due to the element of Heavenly Punishment energy, which made Afterimage unexpectedly suffer a small loss.
"Strange, why Xuwu is not restless."
Sensing the unusual blood energy, a thought flashed through Feng Hao's mind, and he raised his fist again and charged forward, like a ferocious beast, attacking his prey.
This matter made him really confused as to why he would become agitated when meeting Lengyu Senxuwu.
If you are restless, maybe you still have a good chance of winning this game.
"It's over, it's over, Feng Xiaozi is no match for that guy. It's over now, there's no way to save him..."
On the ring, they saw Feng Hao being beaten back by the afterimage, and below the stage, Long Yueguan sat on the ground, muttering silently, with a look of horror in his pupils, My body was covered with goose bumps, and I shivered from the cold.
No one understood, and no one paid attention to him at this time. However, the only ones who could understand him were Qiong Ling'er and others.
"Boom."
In the sound of explosion, Feng Hao was thrown away directly, and the afterimage also took five or six big steps backward.
"So strong. Sure enough, he is even stronger than the Supreme Pluto."
Feng Hao forcibly suppressed the boiling blood, and his red and violent eyes showed a strange expression of calmness and prudence.
"Destroy the sky."
Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Hao used the power of virtual force, the power of fighting spirit, and the energy of divine punishment to condense into a pitch-black giant sword. Suddenly, the cold breath impacted, and the space was pierced.
"Asura kills the world."
The afterimage flipped his hand, and a long red sword also condensed on his palm. It was mixed with a hot and cold aura, which was frightening.
"The art of heaven and earth."
However, Feng Hao did not confront him head-on. He moved his feet and disappeared directly into the ring, as if he turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared without a trace.
"What's going on?"
Many people were stunned, not understanding what happened, and their eyes were filled with confusion.
It's puzzling that a living person disappeared so strangely.
"Could it be that he also has the secret skill of concealment?"
Some people were suspicious and raised their own questions.
After all, the concealment technique of reincarnation is also so complete, it disappears completely, leaving no breath behind.
As for the afterimage, he was just startled for a moment, and then he became even more vigilant. A layer of bright red armor immediately covered his body.
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