2607: C2607 Qing Feng Failed Miserably

C2607 Qing Feng Failed Miserably

Hong Tianba nodded his head: "Of course, using a demonic technique can wear away a person's martial will, but it will also send them into a kind of demonic state. The demonic technique can cause one to fall into a demonic state, and anything can happen, such as when their meridians suddenly break, or when their martial arts aperture is damaged, or else their entire body will go insane and become possessed by the demonic technique. This will push Li Qingfeng down the cliff, and all kinds of bad situations will happen."

No one from the Punishment Palace came out to stop them. This was simply too hateful. It seemed that the relationship between the Deities Templar and them was not just that tough.

The corner of Han Mo's mouth raised to offend his face, causing the countless disciples below him to feel a sense of disgust. He had really given it his all, all the beautiful images in the past had been destroyed by Long Yan, so he would definitely not let anyone who was related to Long Yan get away.

With Long Yan dead, did the entire Asura Hall still have any good days ahead of them?

"Yan'er, don't be rash, don't be rash, let's see how long this child Qingfeng can take it. It seems that that old thing Han Wei is truly angry, if we attack now, I'm afraid that she won't be polite to us, and will definitely not show us any mercy."

At this time, Gudu Kuangxiong had already arrived beside Long Yan, one hand pressing down on his shoulder. After all, he was using a devil art and did not use any kind of magical equipment.

This was the first time Long Yan saw his own brother being threatened, and being so helpless. If he was in's place, he probably wouldn't need to be so afraid of the demonic energy, his dragon's will did not have any demonic energy, it could be worn out.

First nephew, this Demon Barrier Tyrant Curse was spread throughout our Imperial Palace five million years ago, but this type of technique has huge killing power, and it is also called a forbidden technique. It is not an evil technique, but rather, the person controlling it changed his methods and used a tyrant curse, just from the name alone, it is a type of slaughter technique, and this is already a high level God Tier Battle Skill, thus its power is similar to the Nine Yang True Classic you are cultivating, and its destructive power is extremely strong.

Hearing these introductions, Long Yan was shocked. He did not expect that this devil art was actually a high levelled God Tier Battle Skill. It was truly terrifying.

"Uncle Lonely, if that's the case, then my brother Qingfeng will lose for sure. Quickly, think of a way."

Gudu Kuangxiong clenched his fists. If there was reason, and it was very logical, he could also come forward and stop it, but he had no reason to help Li Qingfeng. Because when he used this devil art, Li Qingfeng could also do it.

It was obvious that they were giving him water to give him face. At this moment, Li Qingfeng formed a seal with his hands and suddenly attacked forward.

After fending off the demonic energy, Li Sang suddenly shouted.

"Feng'er, don't! Quickly admit defeat. You are no match for this guy."

When he heard his father's shout, he originally could not hold on, but it once again filled him with fighting spirit. This was because after following Long Yan for a period of time, he had learnt a lot of unyielding spirit from him.

But how could he have a heaven defying existence like Long Yan? If he knew that Long Yan had the dragon soul, the will of the dragon, and all aspects that he was unable to surpass, he would probably think differently.

Some things should be persevered in, but sometimes, one must choose to admit defeat.

Brother, you are not his match. Quickly admit defeat, this guy is playing with you, so don't be hurt by him. Leave this guy to me. Long Yan also shouted.

But the more it was like this, Li Qingfeng seemed to have entered a state of selflessness.

"I am the dignified young Palace Master of the Hall of Light, and am Big Brother Yan's brother. How could I possibly admit defeat at such a critical moment? I will definitely not lose face for all of you."

Li Qingfeng roared once again, and when the devil skulls roared at him again, suddenly, from within his body, the powerful Divine Essence Energy burst out as well.

"God-ranked mid-grade nine martial skill, Rakshasi Sacred Fist Explosion!"

The power of the punch was so strong that the huge fist imprint could make people's hearts palpitate, and in fact, Li Qingfeng's eyes were filled with killing intent. The power of the fist was so strong that it could make people's hearts tremble, and it could even be said that Li Qingfeng's eyes were filled with killing intent.

The power of this punch made Long Yan exclaim in shock. At the very least, Long Yan could feel that the explosive power of this punch had surpassed that of the Ling Daoxiao he had defeated, and was even more powerful than the Revolving Demon Palm he had used.

Speaking of which, the reason Li Qingfeng was able to make it this far, was already because of his own strength. Thus, sometimes, the victor would be decided in an instant, and the difference in strength wasn't that great.

Han Mo was not afraid at all, he only smiled mischievously, with a relaxed expression, he smiled at Li Qingfeng, bent like a sun in the sky.

This fellow was indeed quite handsome from the looks of it. He had prominent facial features and a perfect face, but he was a decent looking fellow who gave off an unruly feeling.

"Are you angry? Can I take it that you are dying? Anger means that you have already lost, and that you will lose quite thoroughly. "

Han Mo suddenly changed his face into a sinister and cunning one.

"You reckless fool, since you want to die so badly and are unwilling to be defeated by me, then go ahead and die. You will know what kind of torture it is to endure a magic barrier, the meridians in your entire body will be shattered, or countless bloody holes will appear in your entire body. You will never be able to get rid of this kind of magic barrier.

Seeing how worried Long Yan was for his brother, and how he could finally bring a bit of pain to this brat, Han Mo started to laugh maniacally.0

"You ants, you will never be able to defeat me, the publically acknowledged number one genius. I am publicly acknowledged as the number one genius, respected by everyone. But you guys forced me to become like this, isn't it just a Su Lian? I am not a god, even a devil!"

Suddenly, the demonic energy exploded from his body and quickly gathered together, forming a huge magic ball.

"Demon Barrier Tyrant Curse — Boundless Devil Explosion!"

This was the strongest attack of the Devil Arts. The gigantic devil ball rapidly grew in size as it flew a hundred meters above the cloud deck, clashing against the Rakshasi's Sacred Fist.

The 30,000-meter Devil Explosion caused everything to rumble! When the Demon Explosion exploded, it had instantly destroyed Raksha's Sacred Fist. At the same time, the countless Demon Skulls once again charged towards Li Qingfeng's body in an even more frenzied manner.

They roared and laughed with incomparable ferocity.

This was an advanced battle skill from the Demon Palace, but just how powerful was it?

All of the tens of thousands of people were thoroughly shocked, it's over, it's all over, in that instant that Li Qingfeng's entire face immediately became pale white.

Once he was possessed, no one would be able to save him.

"What?" "I am indeed not a match for this demonic art. I will not fight anymore. I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

"If I admit defeat now, do you think I will stop? "Even if you stop, you will still have to pay a heavy price. Go and die." When Han Mo thought about his hatred towards Long Yan, he almost went crazy and lost all reason.

BOOM!

The demonic explosion attack that spanned thirty thousand meters directly blasted Li Qingfeng flying. In the air a hundred meters above, with a pfft sound, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been thoroughly injured and had suffered a crushing defeat.

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