Chapter 372 Mysterious Man

Seeing this scene, Zhao Tian was also shocked. After he was promoted to a six-level martial artist, he had never tried his best to promote Huayunzhang. Although Jianying and Huayunzhang are both heavenly spiritual skills, the lethality of Huayunzhang seems to be much stronger than Jianying.

And Jianying majors in speed, which is the most suitable for assassination, but it looks useless when fighting with masters.

"I didn't expect that you also have heavenly spiritual skills, and the grade doesn't seem to be low, but it's too wasteful in your hands!" The old man's face suddenly changed, and there was a spirit several times stronger than his body's blood on his palms. He gently pushed forward, and countless blood bubbles, as if they had eaten a catalyst, quickly accelerated the expansion. In a short moment, he was beside the old man, condensing a blood river of dozens of feet.

Coincidentally, it is like a winding and hovering blood-colored dragon, rolling towards Zhao Tian with its teeth and claws.

Where the hot blood color passed, there was smoke and dust everywhere, and the boiling blood aura came into contact with the air, making a harsh sneer.

"Fare!" Zhao Tian's face was full of solemnness, like the eyes of two black gems, staring at the rolling blood river, waved his arms fiercely, and suddenly the golden palms above the sky, as if they had received an order, and hurried down.

The fierce palm wind directly burst the air and fell at a vacuum speed, pressing fiercely on the blood river with the power that seemed to flatten a mountain.

Boom!

Countless messy aura energy exploded in an instant. Chaos, one gold and one red, two powerful energies collided in an instant.

The strong collision sound is no less than the sound of a small star hitting the earth. Countless energy rises like fireworks and finally shoots in all directions and spreads around like water waves.

The fierce momentum set off thousands of earth waves and formed a huge storm in mid-air. The yellow storm raged between the two, and the fierce wind made people hundreds of feet away change their faces and retreat uncontrollably.

"This young man is so awesome. He doesn't look like a teenager. He can fight like this with an old man with half feet in the coffin. Even if he is defeated, he can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation!" At this time, an old man, about 50 years old, has a ruddy face, and even the hair behind him is dark black. You can't see your real age at all. His angular eyes sparkled with a sharp breath, as if he were looking down at the king of heaven and earth.

If someone looks carefully, they will find that the old man's feet have been leaving the ground while walking, as if flying in the air.

For a long time, the whole Fengcheng has been quiet, and the needle can be heard!

When the smoke and dust fell down, the figures of the two slowly appeared.

Zhao Tian's whole body became dark. Under the fierce high temperature, his clothes had already turned into a cultivation of dust, and the breath in his body was as if there was nothing. If it hadn't been for the faint golden light outside his body flashing, Zhao Tian would have died.

The old man on the side also felt uncomfortable at all. At this time, he really turned into a bump, and a large piece of it was sunken on his back. Blood gushed out of it, and his turbid eyes are now full of viciousness.

"Cough, I haven't been hurt for a long time. You're the first one!" The old man coughed twice, and a ferocious look appeared on his old face.

"However, the person who hurt me only has one result, that is, death!" Suddenly, the old man's blood burst out again, and the twilight-like momentum on his body suddenly dissipated, like a agile cheetah, shining cold claws and went straight to Zhao Tian's head.

Lei Kuang's face changed, and Miao Yun and Qi Kuo almost came out at the same time, exerting the speed of his whole body to the extreme.

Miao Yun did not speak, but his beautiful face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and the cold outside his body was as if it were a cold ice that had not melted for thousands of years. Wherever he passed, even the air condensed a layer of ice.

Qi Kuo's strength is still above the clouds, like a cyan whirlwind-like aura bursting out of the body, shouting, and using the strength of the whole body.

"The fan river is magnificent!" On top of its fine steel fan, the ink pen landscape painting is resurrected under the light of this cyan light, reflected in the air. The cyan light, like water waves, is twisted and shaken. Under the sunlight, the waves are sparkling and beautiful.

While attacking, Qi Kuo secretly said, "Zhao Tian, don't die. I finally found a rich man. If you die, where can I find such a rich man!"

"Humph, two juniors, don't think I'm easy to bully, get out!" The old man's face changed, and he shouted angrily. The sound was like thunder, rolling thunder clouds, pressing towards the two. The strong sense of oppression made the two people's faces change.

The old man didn't look at them. As soon as he shook his big sleeves, a blood color came like a sea tide and directly hit the two people.

The two spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and their bodies fell backwards, and their eyes were full of unwillingness.

And the old man's claws still did not straighten Zhao Tian's head.

Zhao Tian felt that there was no trace of aura in the remaining 108 meridians in his body except for the four sealed, and it became chaotic. The golden inverted bucket inside Dantian seemed to be rusted, slowly turning, and a trace of weak and poor spirit overflowed from it. Qi was slowly sent into the whole body.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Tian had a sense of despair. He didn't expect that the nine-level martial artists were so powerful that even if he had taken Jiuqu Linglong Grass.

Looking at the rapid blood claws, Zhao Tian reluctantly carried a trace of aura, and a bitter smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Now it's not that he doesn't hide, but that he can't avoid it.

"Xiao Hun's ambition is also revealed, and he can't wait to let you die!" At this moment, a vicissitudes and a faintly majestic voice came from a distance, and the strong momentum made everyone stunned.

I saw a man with black hair and eyebrows. The man was dressed in a black gown and looked just 40 or 50 years old, but the voice was like an old man who had experienced thousands of years, full of a sense of vicissitudes.

Most people also know that when their cultivation reaches a certain level, they can change their appearance at will, but ordinary people still like their original appearance and rarely change it, so they don't care much.

But something amazing happened. The old man's face looked very kind, smiled at everyone, and his right foot took a gentle step. When everyone hadn't seen what was going on.

The old man's body unexpectedly appeared in front of Zhao Tian in an instant, stretching out his right index finger to the old man who rushed over.

This seems to be very ordinary and has no outstanding significance, but the old man's body suddenly stopped, his eyes suddenly concave, and he looked at the man with some fear. The body was as if it had been hit hard, hitting the building behind him fiercely, and suddenly stirred up a burst of dust.

Suddenly, thousands of people around were silent, all with their eyes wide open, looking at the smiling face.

A nine-level martial artist, even if he is injured, not everyone can defeat him, but this man only gives a finger and gives people an expression, as if he is very casual.

"This...King Wu!" Such a word suddenly appeared in everyone's mind, and I was almost shocked by myself.

When the man took action just now, others may not feel it, but Zhao Tian felt that the man had a sense of being connected between heaven and earth. Just now, the surrounding space moved, and then there was nothing else.

"What kind of power is this?" Zhao Tian was very puzzled at this time, and this man was really the realm of King Wu.

Zhao Tian was surprised, and the old man was even more surprised and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Regardless of his injury, he asked, "Senior, who are you? Why do you care about the affairs of my demon clan!"