1613: C1613 Seven palms of blood god

C1613 Seven palms of blood god

Tang Huan calmed his heart and concentrated, the surrounding death aura frantically gathered into his body.

After killing so many opponents, Tang Huan's exhaustion was naturally not small either. However, from the beginning till now, Tang Huan had practically been absorbing this death aura at all times, thus, even after so much time had passed, the energy in his body was still rather vigorous, and he could still hold on for quite a while.

"He's here!"

After a long while, Tang Huan suddenly opened his eyes, and revealed a strange smile on his lips, "The 17th is really fated!"

In the direction of the red-clothed woman's disappearance, a powerful aura was rapidly approaching.

That aura, gave Tang Huan a somewhat familiar feeling. The person who came should be the first Death Spirit of the seventeenth step that he discovered in the second round of selection.

As expected ? ?

In a split-second, a tall dark figure appeared at the end of the tunnel. His left chest was surrounded by a ring of light, and a blood-colored aura coiled around his palms. A thick baleful aura surged out from his body, making him look like a God of Death that had just emerged from hell.

Seeing Tang Huan, the Death Spirit was startled for a moment, then immediately laughed, as he recognized Tang Huan as the first fish that escaped his grasp.

"What a coincidence, we meet again!"

The Death Spirit's voice suddenly became extremely fierce, "I'm Hidden Hao, remember my name. Don't die by someone's hands."

"That's what I wanted to say to you." Tang Huan's eyes congealed to that black figure and he also laughed, "Remember, I'm You Yi!"

"Interesting."

Hidden Hao Chen mocked him with a smile. His huge palm suddenly slapped forward.

The Blood Red Odor that was like a spirit serpent suddenly transformed into two gigantic blood dragons, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, and roared forward. Everywhere it passed, a terrifying wave of blood surged up, the terrifying will of death spread out rapidly in the tunnel, as though it wanted to annihilate all the obstacles in front of it.

"Slash ?"

The corner of Tang Huan's mouth lifted slightly as the blood colored huge blade in his hand whizzed out at almost the same time. A huge blade-light that was tens of meters long swept up a terrifying blood-colored hurricane, and in an instant, it had already traveled a hundred meters away, clashing with the two huge dragons.

Boom!

The sound was earth-shattering, causing the entire tunnel to tremble, as if it was going to collapse.

In the next moment, the Blood Raging Saber Qi and the two gigantic blood dragons crumbled at the same time, the terrifying Stong Qi spread out crazily, in a blink of an eye, it turned into a terrifying attack power that rushed towards the hidden experts at the two sides of the pathway and Tang Huan who was nicknamed "You Yi", it was as though there was a violent storm, but the two figures remained unmoving.

"Huh?"

"Ah!" Yin Hao exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes flashing with surprise. Ever since the second round of the "Royal Spirit Ceremony" selection, his method had been unstoppable and unfavorable. No opponent was able to block his attack. Of course, this was also because he hadn't fought with the other powerhouses of the 17th step yet.

He had met many experts of the 17th step in the passageway, but both sides had a tacit understanding to stay far away from him. They naturally had the same thoughts as Tang Huan. In this sort of situation, no matter who won or lost, it would still be advantageous for the other opponents.

Thus, with this method, Hidden Hao relied on killing his way down and obtained successive victories. He killed up to 107 opponents and became the prince without any suspense.

But now, a guy on the 16th step had caused him to fail.

After a short period of confusion, a strong sense of anger surfaced in his eyes, and immediately after, he let out a cold snort. He clenched his right fist, and abruptly raised it up, and then with lightning like speed, the huge black shadow of the fist instantly penetrated through the layers of Stong Qi, whizzing forward while riding on the waves.

Tang Huan's expression congealed, the blood red blade in his hand suddenly dispersed, and directly extended his claw out.

"Swish!"

With an extremely sharp piercing sound, the huge blood-red claw tore through the air, meeting the black fist at an astonishing speed. It seemed as if it could even tear apart the space itself.

Tang Huan really wanted to use this Death Spirit's body to execute the Sword-making God's Five Techniques of Inheritance ? Blade of Death, or turn a blade into a spear and use the Absolute Spear Style. However, Tang Huan gave up in the end.

The Death Spirit Elder called Hua Yu would definitely know about this battle clearly. Regardless of Dao Yun or Spear Jue, they were all battle skills from human cultivators, and they were extremely exquisite. With Hua Yu's eyesight, he might be able to see through them and doubt Tang Huan's identity.1

For safety's sake, he still used the common method used by the Death Spirit, even if it was the Fist Seal, Tang Huan did not plan to use it.

In any case, even if he wasn't a match, running away wasn't a problem. With regards to the outcome of this battle, Tang Huan naturally relaxed his mind.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the blood-red claw had already landed on the black shadow of the fist, both of them actually exploded at the same time, transforming into an endless Stong Qi that raged.

This time, they were once again evenly matched.

"Whoosh!"

Tang Huan's body moved like a ray of light, directly blocking the attack force that was rolling towards him, and shot forward explosively. Inside the Dantian, the "Death Spirit Puppet Statue" had already been activated to the extreme, and on the left side of Death Spirit's chest, sixteen sets of heart rings quickly revolved, bursting out with an extremely dense blood light.

In the next moment, Tang Huan directly struck out with his palm.

"Hu!"

The sound of the roar seemed to pierce through the Golden Crack Stone, and the black hand that seemed to have been condensed from the aura of death actually began to expand rapidly like a balloon.

In an instant, it was densely packed like a spider web, and the giant palm seemed to have filled the entire tunnel as it rumbled forward with a might like that of thunder, as if it could crush all obstacles.

"Blood God's Seven Palm!"

A sliver of seriousness appeared on his face.

His opponent was actually using the "Blood God's Seven Palm", a technique that was widely spread throughout the Death Spirit clan. Many of the Death Spirit s had cultivated this technique, but very few of them were able to reach its home. It was because that method used up too much of his power. Very few people could endure such a consumption of power.

The seven palms of the Blood God, one after the other, overlapped layer upon layer like raging tides with terrifying power.

Up until now, during the second round of the "Royal Spirit Ceremony" selection, the opponent named "Quiet Wing" still had the strength to execute such a move. This showed just how powerful his strength was. Moreover, from the huge palm that was covered in blood, it was obvious that he had reached the small success stage for the "Blood God's Seven Palms".

His reaction speed wasn't slow at all.

"You have the 'Blood God's Seven Palm', and I have the 'Demon Spirit Killing Fist'. I'd like to see which is stronger!" In the midst of the explosive shout, An Hao suddenly took a step forward. His originally large body seemed to suddenly double in size, and his expression instantly became incomparably hideous. A terrifying killing intent surged wildly within his body.

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