At this time, another strange scene appeared on the ring. Only the afterimage of one person stood there, cautiously guarding against it, while Feng Hao disappeared without a trace.
"It is indeed a talent for space."
On the high platform, a look of understanding flashed through the eyes of the big guys, and then, a flash of fear could not help but appear.
This body with eight orifices brought them too much surprise. Not to mention his weird lightning power and dark energy, this power of space really cannot be underestimated.
In those ancient times, the ferocious beast Qinglong, relying on its ultimate spatial talent, was rampant in the world. No one could stop it. It could travel thousands of miles in an instant, and even the gods could not catch up with its speed.
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"Chichi,..."
On the arena, something suddenly started to move. In the space about ten meters around the afterimage, in all directions, pieces of void like blades were shattered, and, with great speed, they shot towards the afterimage.
"Little tricks."
Although the afterimage was a little surprised, he quickly reacted and swung the red long sword in his hand, directly cutting off the blades. When they hit it, they exploded and turned into nothingness.
However, this rain of blades seemed to be endless, and the space continued to crack, and then turned into a killing weapon, passing through the air with a harsh sound, and attacking the afterimage in all directions.
"Hey, there's something going on."
Long Yueguan, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up when he saw this scene. He glanced around the ring excitedly, as if he wanted to find Feng Hao's traces, and shouted, "Good boy, There are so many trump cards. If my old dragon encounters this method, he will definitely be riddled with bullets..."
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"Tsk."
With a slight sound breaking through the air, an extreme murderous aura spread out, and behind the afterimage, a huge black sword slashed directly at his back.
"clang."
That murderous intention made his hair stand up, and he raised his sword with his backhand, hitting the huge black sword. It made a clanging sound like the collision of metals, and the space cracked open in it.
However, when he was about to pursue, the blades were like rain, so he had to deal with it and found it difficult to move.
Because, on these space blades, there are some silver-white arcs, and the pure aura of destruction told him that these blades can break through the defense of the divine armor on his body.
Next, everyone saw that in the long rain of knives, a huge black sword was constantly attacking from various tricky parts, slashing towards the vital parts of the afterimage, which made him a little busy dealing with it. .
"Space talent?"
Soon, Afterimage thought of this. Although he was surprised, he did not change his expression. On the contrary, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly, his red eyes were filled with anger. After some changes, the originally dead sea of blood began to boil like a volcano erupting.
"Asura Blood Prison."
While he responded calmly, he spit out ancient spells that sounded like burning sounds. Suddenly, a huge blood energy erupted from his body like magma, condensed around him, and formed a The red space, which was five to six meters long and wide, was full of evil energy, just like a sea of blood in a hell.
This is a powerful formation technique that is frightening.
Once the blood domain is constructed, the surrounding space will be directly split open, and it cannot bear the existence of Fang Blood Prison at all. And the blades that are constantly attacking will only tear a hole after breaking into the blood prison. , it was quickly swallowed up, and the afterimage's body could not be approached directly, but it melted just one meter away.
And Feng Hao, who was hiding in the flowing light space, was naturally exposed to him.
"cut."
He was protected by Blood Hell, holding a long red sword in his hand, and slashed directly towards Feng Hao, drawing an arc as red as blood, which was particularly conspicuous in this dark flowing space.
"The art of heaven and earth."
Feng Hao was using half-baked secret skills at his feet. Almost instantly, he appeared behind him, with a long black sword in his hand, and he cut directly into the bright red blood prison.
Although it was difficult to perform, his speed was greatly improved, at least five or six times.
"clang."
The long swords of pitch black and red collided together in the pitch-black light space, making a clanging sound and sweeping in with huge force, forcing Feng Hao to retreat.
"He actually controls the power of space."
After seeing this scene, many people in the distance exclaimed, and their eyes widened, as if they had seen something incredible.
The body with eight orifices has energy no less than divine energy. Now coupled with the power of space, is this going to defy heaven and achieve the position of the fourth divine master?
In fact, Feng Hao is quite depressed now. He has to hide and fight against the afterimage, and he is definitely the one who suffers.
Afterimage controls 30% of the Shura divine power, and its level is higher than him. No matter how hard he fights, Feng Hao is at a disadvantage. At this time, he can only rely on the power of heaven's punishment and space talent to deal with him, find flaws, and gain a chance to win. .
"clang."
Once again, he was forced to retreat, and the huge force fed back. Feng Hao was so shocked that his palms almost split open, his chest felt tight, and he almost spurted out the blood that surged into his throat.
"We can't fight him forcefully."
With the secret technique under his feet, Feng Hao stepped away and frowned slightly.
It would be too much of a loss to resist. If it continues like this, he will definitely be the loser.
"The heaven-turning handprint."
Without any hesitation at all, Feng Hao changed his tactics, dispersed the giant sword in his hand, and condensed a large black handprint with electric arcs.
"Rumble, rumbling,..."
The huge palm was like an ancient chariot, shaking the space. The sound of thunder erupted in the flowing light space, and with great power, it rolled towards the afterimage in the blood prison.
"cut."
The afterimage was not afraid. A pair of red eyes looked like flames burning, and the evil energy soared into the sky, shattering the space in this area. He raised the long red sword in his hand and slashed it towards the big seal.
"Tsk."
The harsh sound of breaking through the air resounded, and even the dark flowing light space was drawn in a red arc, and the sky was filled with evil energy. It was like if it were the Asura Hell, the red long sword, more like the sickle of death, was slashing towards the dark palm.
"Boom."
The two sides collided together, and the huge palm was cut in half. Suddenly, a huge energy tide raged like a tsunami. The blood prison around the afterimage was almost shattered by the shock, and blood energy overflowed.
Feng Hao was not surprised that he could cut open the Heaven-turning Hand Seal, but he felt a little heavy.
At this time, he tried his best, but still couldn't do anything about the afterimage. Could it be that he was going to lose this battle?
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