1329: C1329 Blood Demon will

C1329 Blood Demon will

The Saint Origins in Zhan Fu God's body surged out continuously. His golden fingers were like Mount Tai pressing down on him, constantly increasing the power of the Saint Origins.

"Thunder Dragon's Fury!"

Xuan Qingtian seemed to have realized that it was just the Profound Thunder Sacred Slash. The purple-gold thunder dragon roared and wrapped around the giant golden finger in the blink of an eye. It was like a ferocious giant snake had wrapped itself around a human as its body constantly exerted pressure.

The golden finger soon could not withstand the pressure and turned into golden starlight that scattered between heaven and earth.

The lightning dragon roared furiously. Its body moved in the air and charged towards Zhan Fu.

Lightning represented destruction and destruction.

Before the lightning even got close, Zhan Fu felt his body go numb.

"Damn it, this move was originally intended to deal with Yan Haoqi, I didn't expect. . . " Zhan Fu took a deep breath and a slender golden holy sword appeared in his hand.

"War God Earth Splitting Slash!"

A golden sword beam tore through space and the dazzling golden light caused everyone to be unable to open their eyes.

However, even if they couldn't open their eyes, they could still feel the terrifying power contained within this slash.

The Earth Splitting Slash of the War God could be said to be a half-step Top-quality saint realm skill. With the help of the golden holy sword, the power of this slash wasn't any weaker than an ordinary Top-quality saint realm skill.

Zhan Fu's Cultivation base had already faintly surpassed the Peak of Saint Realm. With this slash, his combat strength was infinitely close to the Saint Realm Small Success realm.

An ordinary Ninth Heaven Peak of Saint Realm was enough to kill dozens of people in an instant.

If it wasn't for the huge gap between the Saint Realm Small Success realm and the Peak of Saint Realm realm, and the gap between the two realms, perhaps Zhan Fu's attack power would have reached the Saint Realm Small Success realm a long time ago.

With this slash, everyone looked at Xuan Qingtian. If Xuan Qingtian didn't have the same trump card, they were afraid that he would lose this time.

A strange smile emerged on Xuan Qingtian's face. In the next moment, a terrifying blood Qi soared into the sky.

The blood energy wrapped around Xuan Qingtian. The purple-gold Profound Thunder Armor seemed to have been contaminated by blood and turned into a thick blood armor.

His ink-black pupils emitted a blood red light. At this moment, Xuan Qingtian was like an Asura that had walked out of a sea of blood.

"Will of the Blood Devil!" Xuan Qingtian murmured these words in a low voice. The corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and he started laughing crazily.

As soon as the blood-red aura was unleashed, all the core disciples around the fighting stage let out muffled groans, and all sorts of illusions appeared. All of these illusions were filled with a monstrous blood sea, and they were extremely terrifying. The way they looked at Xuan Qingtian couldn't help but reveal a terrified expression.

The blood red barrier was blocking the golden sword light. No matter how hard the golden sword light attacked, it was unable to break through the blood red barrier.

"How is this possible!?" Zhan Fu cried out in shock.

Han Feng's expression also changed drastically. "What. . . What is this thing? How did Xuan Qingtian's Cultivation base improve to such a terrifying extent?"

Xuan Qingtian had already surpassed the Peak of Saint Realm to begin with. Once the will of the Blood Devil was unleashed, Xuan Qingtian's cultivation base had reached the Saint Realm Small Success realm.

No matter how powerful Zhan Fu's attack was, it was only infinitely close to the Saint Realm Small Success realm and the true Minor Completion realm. There was still an insurmountable gap between them.

Therefore, even though Xuan Qingtian's aura was only equivalent to the lowest level of the First Level Minor Completion Heavenly Early Period, it was still able to easily withstand the golden sword light.

Listening to Xuan Qingtian's crazy laughter from time to time, Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine. If he had also refined the Blood Core. . . Would he also become like this now? Although he looked a lot stronger, he didn't look like a normal person no matter how he looked at it.

How could a normal person let out such a sinister and eerie laugh that sent chills down one's spine?

Yan Hao stepped back. He was so shocked by the blood-colored aura that he couldn't help but retreat to block it.

"This Xuan Qingtian. . . What kind of fortuitous encounter did he have? At this moment, Yan Haoqi's expression turned serious. Initially, he thought that only Zhan Fu God was worthy of his full strength amongst the true disciples. But now, it seemed like. . .1

The Battle Tribe's chief's expression turned extremely ugly. If his son lost, then he could only compete for the third and fourth place. Since when had his War God Clan fallen to such a state? Every time it wasn't first place, it was second place, and even first place took up the majority.

Although Xuan Qingtian was somewhat surprised by Xuan Qingtian's current combat strength, it was mostly because of the uneasiness in his heart.

On the fighting stage, Xuan Qingtian suddenly stretched out his hand. The blood-red energy turned into a huge blood-red hand. Under Zhan Fu's shocked gaze, he grabbed the golden sword light with one hand.

Xuan Qingtian's blood red pupils revealed a cold smile. He forcefully exerted his blood red hand, and with a loud bang, the golden sword light shattered.

The shattering of the sword radiance produced an unparalleled power. Even the blood red palm was almost destroyed. However, after the blood red light was replenished, the blood red palm condensed once again and struck towards Zhan Fu.

"Divine God of Battle Protection!" Zhan Fu's expression changed drastically. However, the power of the huge blood red hand was still far beyond Zhan Fu's imagination. The God of War Protection could not even withstand it for a moment before it shattered in an instant.

The blood-red palm slammed heavily on Zhan Fu's body. Zhan Fu was sent flying backward as if he had suffered a heavy blow. He spat out blood and fell onto the fighting stage with a loud bang. He drew a few hundred meters away from the fighting stage. His body twitched and he kept spitting out blood.

"Fu Shen!" The chief of the Battle Tribe stood up in shock and anger. His body flew away and he was about to slap Xuan Qingtian with his palm.

The chief of the Xuan Tribe was infuriated when he saw this. He extended his body and intercepted the chief of the Battle Tribe. "Surnamed Zhan, are you going to attack the younger generation?"

Many of the tribe leaders looked at the chief of the Battle Tribe with strange looks. The competition was filled with uncertainty, thus it was perfectly normal for the participants to be injured. Many of the core disciples of the Ancient Tribe were injured.

However, who would take revenge on a junior like the Battle Tribe Patriarch?

Wasn't this Zhan a little too narrow-minded?

Only then did the Battle Tribe's chief realize what he had done. His face turned dark.

He had only attacked Zhan Tianxing because he was worried about Zhan Tianxing's grandfather. To put it bluntly, he was just putting on an act and showing it to Zhan Tianxing's grandfather in case Zhan Tianxing's grandfather found an excuse to cause trouble for him in the future.

This time, he really couldn't help it.

Zhan Fushen was the son that the Battle Tribe's chief had high hopes for. How could the Battle Tribe's chief tolerate it when he saw Zhan Fushen suffering a serious injury?

He took a deep breath. Taking a deep breath, the chief of the Battle Tribe cupped his hands toward the chief of the Xuan Tribe. "I was too excited. Please don't mind me, Xuan tribe leader. "

Although the Xuan Tribe's chief was displeased, he could understand. After all, his disciple was his disciple and his son. If he were the Xuan Tribe's chief, he might have attacked his son out of anger after his son was severely injured.

The red-robed old ancestor waved his sleeve and announced the winner of this match to Xuan Qingtian.

The true disciples around the platform fell silent. Before this, they had never thought that things would turn out like this.

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