Chapter 928 Blood Suppression

"What? Do you want me to be your harem slave? Xing Yu, you are so bold! With your words, even your father can't protect you. You will definitely die!" The willow eyebrows were upturned, and the apricot eyes turned round. Even though the fireworks were happy and angry, they couldn't help but be furious.

For so many years, she has always been the proud daughter of heaven. She is as high as a goddess. Countless geniuses look up to the object of admiration. Xing Yu actually wants to accept her as a female slave in the harem. How can she not be angry?

"Hahaha..... Yan Feihua, the way you are angry is also unique. I like it! I like it very much!" Seeing that Yan Feihua was angry, Xing Yu did not hide it at all and continued to tease her.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, but Yan Feihua sneered gently, and then said, "Sing Yu, how dare you say such a thing? Do you think you have the opportunity to take advantage of my minor injuries? Do you know that the nirvana of the monk I just killed is helpless. As for you, what about you?

"What? Just now, Fankong's name disappeared from the Creation Gold List, and it turned out to be because of your action! Sure enough, it is worthy of being the best of my body cultivation. Well, only a genius like you is worthy of my Xing Yu's female slave!" At first, he was shocked, and then Xing Yu returned to normal again.

Although the wind is light on the surface, Xing Yu was also extremely shocked in his heart. He never thought that the smoke flying flower would be so fierce. The minor injury was the death of Nirvana who forced the tenth-ranked Fankong. Although I don't know the ability of the monk Fankong, being able to rank ten has already shown the strength of the other party. However, at this moment, Xing Yu has a certain certainty in his heart, and there is no panic at all.

"Huh? No! When he heard the Nirvana of Fan Kongdu that I forced him, he did not show a frightened posture, and he didn't even look like a big enemy. There must be a reason! I have officially met with Xing Yu three times, two draws, and once I have a slight upper hand. He should not be so insipid in the face of me!"

Yan Feihua is also thoughtful and exquisite, and he suddenly found something wrong. However, after thinking about it, she was still not very clear.

The two confronted each other for a while, did not act directly, and stopped talking. They both had their own ideas in their hearts.

"The little lady Yan Feihua was obviously injured by Fankong. I can't give her a chance to breathe and attack while she is injured!" Looking at the fireworks that secretly shook his muscles and slowly recovered his strength, Xing Yu meditated for a moment and made a decision.

"Rumble..."

Xing Yu's whole body was full of a fierce bulge, and suddenly it seemed that a kind of prohibition had been lifted. A wild and masculine momentum burst out, sweeping everywhere for a while, there was a king of heaven and earth, and an invincible aura.

"The ancient god Daluo palm!"

With a big shout, Xing Yu suddenly slapped the ancient god Daluo's palm, which was completely different from the smoke flying flower. It was magnificent, masculine and brave, and had the smell of looking forward.

"Gig... Xing Yu, I'll show you my tricks.

Although there are thousands of doubts and worries in his heart, when he saw the man who seemed to be in his fate hit the palm of the ancient god Daluo, Yan Feihua smiled, and a fighting heart rose up. She shouted delicately, and his body suddenly flew up like a butterfly. When his palm flashed, he actually displayed the ancient god Daluo. Palm.

"Woo-woo..."

Yan Feihua drove her ancient god's palm with all her strength. This set of powerful secret art of body cultivation suddenly exerted the power of terror. The torn void appeared obvious ripples, which seemed to be torn apart at any time. Seeing that the ancient god Daluo's palm was so fierce, Xing Yu was shocked, and his face showed disbelief.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!....."

At the moment of heavy collision, their palms and feet intersect thousands of times, making a series of dull sounds. Then Xing Yu's body suddenly retreated and hit the ground heavily, and then stopped.

"Tick! Tick! Tick! ....."

"Impossible! Impossible! The power of your blood is comparable to mine. How can you drive the ancient god Daluo's palm to exert so much power? I even have a feeling that my bloodline trembled slightly in front of you. It's impossible!" At the moment of hitting the ground heavily, a drop of blood flowed from the corners of Xing Yu's mouth, but his body suddenly jumped up and stood up again.

"Hahahaha.... Xing Yu, maybe my ancient god Daluo palm is just a very strong and mysterious palm for others, but for you, who also have the imprint of physical cultivation, it is extremely pressure! Of course, it is not that I have a strong understanding and understand the real mystery of the ancient god Daluo palm, but that my bloodline has awakened again, which is 20 times stronger, and I have been given by the powerful ancestor. Do you understand? Qianqianyu pointed around her wisp of green silk, and the smoke and flowers seemed to attack Xing Yu on her heart.

"What? The blood has awakened again, which is 20 times stronger! No wonder, at the moment when I collided with this little lady, the ancient god Daluo palm, there was a sense of oppression for the subordinate to face the superior. It is rumored that the real mystery of the ancient god Daluo palm is in these two sets of ancient god Daluo palms, but I have studied one of my ancient veins and one of their wilderness for countless years, and I can't understand it. At this moment, his blood is 20 times stronger, and the display of the ancient god Daluo palm can completely suppress me. What should I do? What should I do?" Surprised again, Xing Yu was a little panicked for a moment.

Then, Xing Yu seemed to think of something again, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, and he was no longer so panicked.

In fact, the ancient god Daluo palm is a supreme method left by the powerful ancestors. For others, it may be just a strong and mysterious palm, but for the body cultivation, it is of great significance. As long as the body cultivation shows the palm of the ancient god, and its own body cultivation mark is strong, it can suppress those characters with weak marks. Of course, blood is also an extremely important measure. Perhaps because of the hanging curtain, this set of ancient god Daluo palms was given the two ancient veins by the Lizu. Each vein is still very different, but the power is similar.

"With the suppression of this ancient god Daluo's palm, coupled with my many cards, even if Xing Yu has some killer mace, I will definitely not be afraid!"

It seemed to be inspired by the blood pressure of Xing Yu. There was a flash in the corners of Yan Feihua's eyes again, and it seemed that she had regained the usual domineering and domineering spirit.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Xing Yu also felt strong pressure. However, at this moment, he had that sure grasp, coupled with a strong desire to conquer, a trace of fierceness flashed on his face again. With a big shout, his body was like a dragon in the void. At the same time, his chest suddenly bulged, making a shocking roar.

"Oh, my, my..."

The body was as winding as a dragon. Xing Yu made a wild cry full of shouts and roars, and then seemed to have gained a kind of power blessing in the dark, becoming more and more fierce.

"Dragon Roaring Plus? Humph, your ancient antiques even gave you this. It's really generous. However, I don't know if it can be comparable to the orchid scriptures of our wilderness? With a cold smile, the fireworks suddenly opened her mouth.

"The essence of the Tao, the essence of the Tao; to the extreme of the Tao, faint and silent, ignoring and listening, holding the spirit to be quiet, the shape will be self-right, the silence will be clear, there is no labor in your shape, no shaking your spirit, you can live a long life..."

In the void, the sound of the yin and yang chanting of the smoke flying flower suddenly sounded, and the voice was elegant and leisurely, like a clear spring, like a wisp of breeze, like a flying flower, like a leaf of withered glory, and its palms flashed repeatedly. With the chanting sound, it suddenly attracted a power of blessing in the void.

"The strength of my blood is far less than that of him, and it is the mark of the king. It seems that I can only do it in other places..."

"Wo!"

Just as Xing Yu was thinking about it, there was a faint sound of breaking the air. I don't know when the fireworks flying like a butterfly approached him.