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"It is indeed a disciple of God. This man's combat power is stronger than any shǒu I have encountered before."

In the previous move, Zhang Ruochen used 30% of his power fully, and in the same realm, he could sweep everything against shǒu.

However, with a single blow, he fell below.

From this we can see how powerful the Blood Spirit Fairy is, and I am afraid that the nine realms cultivated by Chi Yao may not be his shǒu in the same realm.

The blood spirit fairy also had some surprises, staring at the man standing opposite, saying: "For so many years, there have been so many candidates for the godson, but you are the first person to be able to block my blow. "

"Really? Well, you can pick me up."

Zhang Ruochen raised his arm slowly, and the seven holy jade miàn inlaid on the seven-kill fist box emitted seven different brilliance.

This time, Zhang Ruochen was ready to use 40% of his strength.

Circles of energy ripples emerge from the miàn boxing gloves and spread outward, forming red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple brilliance, like a circular rainbow with a diameter of dozens of feet.

A palm shot.

"Om."

The voice of Hong Zhong Daluo burst out, hitting the Blood Spirit with a terrifying power.

The blood spirit can clearly feel that the power of this attack is extremely amazing, and it poses a lot of threats to him.

"Lian Shanyin."

Blood Lingxian's hands were printed, showing dozens of hand shadows.

At the same time, a seal was condensed, and it struck forward, confronting the palm print made by Zhang Ruochen.

The two forces suddenly collided, and the blood **** altar followed a slight sway.

Immediately, the two figures flew backwards at the same time, hitting miàn on the bone wall of the altar, smashing a large section of the skeleton.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Lingxian rushed out like lightning again, and confronted again, and the palm and Indian law continued to fight.

Suddenly, they each hit dozens of hits, each of which was extremely subtle, powerful, and powerful.

Below the blood **** altar, the monks present were already stunned, their chins had to fall to the ground.

No one believes that Gu Linfeng's combat power is so horrible that he can fight with the blood spirit immortal in his youth.

"How can this son's strength be so powerful?"

Thirteen disciples of the King Haiming Fa, Lan Ye, stared at Ji Shui, revealing a questioning look.

For the past month, Ji Shui has been with Gu Linfeng. If so, Gu Linfeng really hides the shocking peerlessness, it is impossible to hide her.

However, Ji Shui at this moment is also a little confused.

Is this the Gu Linfeng who often teases her?

Not ...

Certainly not.

This man's combat power and potential are not lost to the first **** son, the Blood Spirit Fairy. He is even more demon than the strange man thousands of years ago. How could he be a lecher? ? All previous acts must have been deliberately pretended to fool everyone.

Huo Xin's eyes narrowed and he kept saying, "Impossible, impossible ... How could he be so strong?"

In the current situation, even if Gu Linfeng finally lost to the Blood Spirit Fairy, Huo Xin could not become a godson, and no one would serve him at all.

"Only Gu Linfeng can be qualified to become a son of God." I don't know how many disciples of blood gods think at this moment.

The blood **** is a place where the strong are respected. Obviously, Gu Linfeng's strength has conquered everyone.

Even the supporters of Wei Longxing and Hai Lingyin are now worshipping Gu Linfeng, seeing him and the blood spirit immortal, all of them are enthusiastic.

Among the monks who had been optimistic about Hai Lingyin, there was a coquettish woman with a slightly evil temperament, with a nation-wide appearance, named Ning Xi, known as the first **** stunner of the blood gods, but many The goddess of blood **** monk's dream.

At this moment, Ning Xi looked at the sixth floor of the blood **** altar with a pair of hot eyes, saying: "Gu Linfeng must become the **** son of the blood **** religion. Only he can represent the young generation of the blood **** religion. In the future, we walk Tianxià, reporting the name of the Son of God is enough to scare the enemy. "

No one has ever seen Ning Xi show such a look of worship, even in the face of Hai Lingyin.

The top of the blood **** altar, the saints of the blood god, all looked at each other.

Even if the sage's state of mind saw Gu Linfeng and the Blood Spirit Fairy fighting, he could not keep his peace of mind.

The prince of the four princes of heaven, glanced at Haiming Fawang, and sighed, "It is really terrific. In my lifetime, my husband could see such a powerful young man in the teaching. Very pleased. "

"The King Haiming taught well and trained a peerless hero for the blood gods.

"The potential and resources of this son are not under the nine realms. Once they grow up, the blood gods will surely flourish."

...

The blood gods of the Holy Land giants spare no effort to praise Gu Linfeng and King Haiming Fa. Of course, there are also some people in the holy realm who keep silent and blink their eyes. What seems to be thinking?

The battle between Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Spirit Fairy continued for two hours, and there was no victory or defeat. The battle became more and more fierce.

After a fierce bump, the Blood Spirit Fairy backed away and opened a distance from Zhang Ruochen, saying: "I have to admit that your strength is really strong. Even in the Middle Ages, it is definitely a monk of the same generation. Leader. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "What? You want to lose?"

"Admit defeat?"

Xueling Xian smiled, and looked rather disdainful, saying, "From now on, I will use my real strength, depending on whether you can still handle it."

There are dozens of silver thunderbolts in the blood spirit fairy's body, making a crackling sound.

Immediately after that, four silver light wings grew on his back, his body was doubled out of the air.

"His strength has increased by at least 30% to 40%." Zhang Ruochen was able to feel the breath of the Blood Spirit Fairy and grew significantly.

"Wow--"

The blood spirit fairy turned into a silver streamer, and in a flash, it appeared above Zhang Ruochen's head, using his hand as a knife and chopping down.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized more powerful power, both palms up one block at the same time.

With a bang, Zhang Ruochen's half of his body was trapped between the broken bones. However, after all, he blocked the blow of the Blood Spirit Fairy.

The blood spirit fairy did not hesitate, shot again, hit another blow, and split it against Zhang Ruochen's neck.

This time, Zhang Ruochen leapt one step ahead, dodging the blood sword of the Blood Spirit Fairy, and flew to the mid-air height of several ten feet.

"Seven strokes of blood."

Six palms of Zhang Ruochen's palm opened at the same time, and the blood on the altar of the blood **** was continuously sucked into the palm.

A moment later, a huge blood dragon appeared on his arm. "Is this ... the Holy Art?"

The blood spirit fairy put her hands together, and her skin became silver, like a body made of silver, emitting nine layers of silver light.

"Five Fingerprints of the Blood God."

Blood Lingxian stretched out his right palm, his arms kept growing and thickened, and soon expanded to ten times its original size.

The Five Finger Marks of the Blood God is a sacred art of the Blood God Religion. It is said that if you practice liàn to the extreme, you can stretch out a hand and take off the stars outside the universe.

When the blood spirit immortal was in the fourth-order half-sage, repairing the five-finger seal of the blood **** to Dacheng was already an extraordinary achievement.

Other monks will feel desperate in this move.

However, Gu Linfeng is not a weak person, and even the palm prints of Qiqiao Xueming Zhangxiu to the sixth trick, obviously also have the power of holy arts level.

The two holy arts collided, and all the blood **** disciples held their breath, feeling that their whole body muscles were shaking and nervous.

The Blood God Five Fingerprints against Qiqiao Bloody Palm, who will win or lose?

"Crack."

A destructive sound came from the sixth floor of the blood **** altar, as if it was a thunder shake, and some of the lowered martial arts eardrums were in pain.

When the blood flew away, Gu Linfeng wore his long hair and stood on the edge of the altar as vigorously as a pine, still a calm and relaxed model.

However, the fourth-order semi-sacred skeletons recruited by the Blood Spirit Fairy were torn apart and turned into a pile of broken bones scattered on the ground.

The spirit body of the Blood Spirit Fairy stood in midair and said, "If it is, my physical body is still there, and I will never be defeated just now."

"Since you are unconvinced, continue to fight." Zhang Ruochen said.

"No need! Your strength is qualified to become the godson of the blood gods."

Having said this, the Spiritual Body of the Blood Spirit Fairy dissipated and turned into a mist of blood.

The strength of Zhang Ruochen's body gradually converged, and the whole person became simple and glorious.

"It took 50% of the strength to defeat the Blood Spirit Fairy. Sure enough, my previous vision was still not broad enough." Zhang Ruochen said secretly.

Blood Spirit's strength is indeed very strong, but in the Middle Ages, there must be stronger creatures than him.

There is sky outside, there are people outside.

It is very likely that in the Middle Ages, there existed some evil spirits. In the same realm, they could compete with Zhang Ruochen.

Each of the nine realms cultivated by Chi Yao has obtained amazing resources for repairing liàn, and it is likely that they will even use some of the magic drugs of the Middle Ages on them.

Today's nine realms are likely to be able to compete with the Blood Spirit Fairy.

In the same realm, Zhang Ruochen naturally did not fear them.

However, if Ruochen Zhang was one or two places away from them ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, they may not be able to defeat them.

"My best cards are time and space. If you use these two powers, you don't need 50% of your cultivation skills to defeat the Blood Spirit."

Zhang Ruochen is very confident in himself.

At this moment, the voice of the head of the Kunzi Temple of Heaven came from the top of the blood **** altar: "The battle for the sons of God is over."

The palace master of the Kunzi Tiangong, stretched out a hand, rolled his sleeves a little, and made a blood-red holy river.

The holy river fell down, encased Zhang Ruochen, rolled him up, and slowly flew to the top of the ninth-level altar.

Below the altar.

The monk of the Blood Gods awakened from the shock just now.

They looked at Gu Linfeng, who slowly lifted off, all showing an expression of excitement, excitement, and worship. (To be continued.)

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