At this moment, due to the explosive momentum of the masked man, Feng Hao's soaring fighting spirit and his astonishing killing intent were intertwined in the battlefield.
The two invisible momentums constantly collided, giving everyone on the battlefield a heavy sense of depression. Only Yiying and Leng Yusen were not moved by the momentum, but their faces became solemn. many,
The next moment, the masked man's body moved. The momentum of the two was almost the same. He wanted to strike first.
What was also surprising to Feng Hao was that there was also a flash of light in the masked man's hand, and soon a black glove automatically wrapped the masked man's arm, rushing towards him like a giant devouring beast.
"Physical encounter."
Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of light flashed. It was the turn of the physical body to collide. He had never been truly afraid of anyone. At that moment, his mind moved, and a red ray of divine light appeared from his body like a divine flame. The fist instantly formed a red flame glove,
With a punch, the crimson divine light was like a divine flame. Wherever it passed, the space was slightly distorted, colliding with the dim light of the masked man.
"boom"
The two groups of rays of light intertwined and collided, causing a low explosion sound, and an invisible air wave swirled out. Even the strong men of the two armies who were far apart felt frightened.
This level of confrontation was beyond their imagination. It seemed that Feng Hao could compete with the mysterious strongman from the Witch Spirit Tribe.
Seeing this scene, Gongsun Jing and others breathed a sigh of relief. This masked man is the most changing factor in this battle. As long as he can be stopped, everything is possible.
"Good job, Feng Boy, beat him up." Long Yueguan cheered when he saw this scene. Suddenly, the morale of the human race improved a lot again.
Leng Yusen and the afterimage looked at each other, their expressions still unchanged. In their eyes, if Feng Hao couldn't kill the seventh-level strong man, then let them take action.
"Sir, why is this human race's virtual martial body so powerful?" Fat Fox Military Advisor narrowed his eyes into a thin line and said slightly worriedly,
"Hmph, the body of a mere imaginary martial artist is simply vulnerable to the body of the divine master of our Wuling clan, and this gentleman has not used his real trump card yet." The person in charge of the Wuling clan smiled cruelly,
The fists collided, and the figures of the two people were instantly separated. However, the contempt in the masked man's eyes had slowly faded a lot, because he felt a faint sense of threat from Feng Hao's body.
"No matter what kind of virtual martial arts you are, you will only be killed by me in the end." The masked man snorted disdainfully and attacked again.
"Tiger Running Fist."
Feng Hao took half a step back to gather momentum, and suddenly he looked like a wild beast. He jumped up from the air and punched the masked man.
Feng Hao looked fearless. Since the opponent could be the trump card of the Wuling clan, he must have more than one method. He must fight quickly and end this battle as soon as possible.
"You humble human race, go to hell." The masked man shouted coldly, and the dim light in his hand seemed to be alive, flowing slowly,
"boom"
The two fists clashed again. At this time, the dim light flowing on the masked man's gloves immediately entangled Feng Hao's fist like a vine.
The next moment, Feng Hao's face changed slightly, because he discovered that this dim light seemed to have a strange ability, that is, corrosion.
That's right, he felt that the red flame glove in his hand was showing signs of corrosion. He was frightened and wanted to pull it out, but he found that his fist was tightly entangled with those dim lights and could not move at all.
Feng Hao raised his head and met the masked man's eyes. He saw the astonishing murderous intention in the other man, and with a thought,
"The Supreme Sealing Magic."
Feng Hao secretly shouted in his heart, and immediately the masked man's eyes changed drastically. He found that his body was rushing towards Feng Hao uncontrollably.
"Damn it." Although the masked man didn't know what was going on, he also knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to look at Feng Hao's fist and get closer. It was simply hitting the muzzle of the gun.
But even if he was a seventh-level expert, he could not resist the ninth-level power of the supreme sealing magic. His body involuntarily moved closer to Feng Hao.
"Shua"
Feng Hao's leg was raised fiercely, sweeping across like an iron whip, directly hitting the masked man's chest, and the tyrannical force directly kicked him away.
Since the masked man was kicked away, those ghostly lights could no longer wrap around the Red Flame Gloves. Feng Hao could also use this to escape.
Taking the opportunity to take a few steps back, Feng Hao glanced at the fist in his hand and found that the light seemed to be much dimmed. He couldn't help but frown slightly. The black light just now was really weird, and he almost died.
"Damn it."
The masked man who was kicked out finally managed to stabilize his body. The pain in his chest that he had not experienced for a long time made him unable to calm down.
Since the completion of his divine master's body, no one has been able to make him live in such a miserable state.
"You must die."
The masked man almost roared, and the shining gauntlet became more ferocious. The constantly flowing light seemed to corrode everything, making people feel chilled when they saw it.
"Feng Hao, be careful. If I guessed correctly, this masked man is the body of the God of the Witch Spirit Clan, and he must not be underestimated."
At this time, Gongsun Jing's voice came from behind, causing Feng Hao to frown slightly. Although he could guess that the other party had an extraordinary origin, he did not expect that he was also the body of a god.
"The glove in the opponent's hand is a famous holy weapon of the Wuling clan. Only those who have the body of the gods of the past can control it. It has corrosive power."
Now that he had guessed the identity of the other party, Gongsun Jing naturally quickly mobilized all the information about the body of the Wuling Clan's God Lord.
"Let me tell you, why is this guy so intent on killing me? I heard that there was once a God of Virtual Martial Arts who was the strongest man who could overpower the entire Wuling Clan. It seems like this guy wants revenge."
The corners of Feng Hao's mouth turned up slightly. This fight would be more worth looking forward to. Since the opponent is also the body of a god, the dim light on the opponent's gloves that corrodes everything is really difficult to deal with.
At this time, the masked man was already attacking with murderous intent again. The dim light on the gloves seemed to be alive, filling the air constantly.
Feng Hao felt this kind of power that could corrode everything, and his fear in his heart became a little heavier. This kind of power was hard to guard against. Even the holy soldiers were corrosive. He must not confront it head-on.