After an instant, Yin Hao punched out.
The majestic killing intent surged out like a volcano, following the fist movement. In an instant, it condensed into an unusually large black fist shadow, roaring forward, seemingly indestructible.
In the flash of lightning, the shadow of the fist, which was completely condensed with murderous intent, shook the blood-streaked giant palm together.
"boom!"
Amidst the earth-shaking sound, the giant palm exploded, the shadow of the fist shattered, terrifying energy raged, and the surrounding void immediately showed violent fluctuations visible to the naked eye.
This huge blood-colored channel was constantly trembling, and seemed to collapse at any time.
But after an instant, the energy was auctioned to the side, and the giant palm covered with countless bloodshot eyes appeared again, rumbling towards Yin Hao.
"Roar!"
Roaring like a beast, Yin Hao's fist blasted out again, and the huge fist shadow formed by the majestic killing intent faced the giant palm at an astonishing speed.
"boom!"
Another loud noise erupted.
The next moment, the third bloodshot giant palm and the third fist shadow with murderous intent appeared again, and they collided violently, with extremely terrifying power.
"boom!"
"boom!"
“…”
In the blink of an eye, the fists and palms struck violently six times in succession, and the violent energy was like a violent wave, wave after wave running wildly through the passage. From the fourth time he used the "Devil Killing Fist", Yin Hao already seemed to be struggling. After the sixth punch, his body became much weaker.
"call!"
However, Tang Huan's offensive did not pause at all. After the sixth giant palm collapsed, the bloodshot giant palm condensed and formed again, breaking through the layers of energy blockage, and slapped forward fiercely. At this moment, it was as if the giant peak collapsed, the mountains and rivers turned upside down, and the power was terrifying.
"kill-"
Yin Hao screamed loudly and used the "Devil Killing Fist" for the seventh time.
After punching out, Yin Hao was already staggering, but he didn't dare to pause at all. He used all his strength to retreat backwards as hard as he could. The reason why he chose this time to distance himself from his opponent was because he knew very well that there was no way he could escape under such a continuous offensive.
Now, the opponent's "Seven Palms of the Blood God" have been fully deployed, and the power is probably almost exhausted. Even if the opponent still has some remaining power, there will inevitably be a short pause before launching a new offensive.
This gave him just the opportunity to escape.
When encountering this sixteenth-level undead, Yin Hao thought he would definitely win, but he didn't expect that after a fierce battle, not only did he not win, but he was forced to run away... This was a great humiliation for Yin Hao. But the matter has come to this, no matter how willing he is, he must make a decision.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he also understood that if he continued to hold on, the possibility of being killed by his opponent was as high as 80-90%, and the chance of winning was extremely slim.
With his current record, the position of the new prince is already secure, so why would he want to be killed at this time
"boom!"
Amidst the deafening roar, the fist struck violently for the seventh time.
This time, the power of Yin Hao's "Devil Killing Fist" with his murderous intent was greatly reduced. After a moment, the shadow of the fist shattered, and the huge blood-streaked palm knocked Yin Hao down and stood forward. place, and then dispersed little by little. The passage trembled crazily, and the powerful energy surged like waves.
Yin Hao, who was retreating violently, could not bear the impact of this force, and his body was immediately thrown away, and his speed actually became faster than before. When Yin Hao managed to stabilize his body, he was already hundreds of meters away, which made him couldn't help but smile a little.
However-
The next moment, Yin Hao's smile froze on his face, uncontrollable panic and despair appeared between his eyebrows, and his two pupils reflected a red color like blood.
"Chi!"
On the opposite side, a huge blood-red sword light had torn apart the energy that was rolling in the air, and came to him at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. The unparalleled fluctuations in energy quickly gave rise to a huge sense of oppression, which made him want to suffocate, and the direction of the blade made him feel as if his whole body was about to be cut in two, and it was very close at hand. The offensive has already made him smell the smell of death.
"Youyi, stop!"
In horror, Yin Hao couldn't help shouting, "If you kill me, I will fight you to death after we get out!"
The long battle had already consumed a lot of his strength. He had just used the "Devil Killing Fist" seven times in a row, and his strength was almost exhausted. There was no way he could withstand such a fierce attack. If it is forced, he will definitely die. If he threatens him verbally, he may have a glimmer of hope.
It's a pity that the sword light didn't lag at all.
"boom!"
Almost as soon as Yin Hao finished speaking, the blood-red sword light fell on him, and the bloody storm enveloped by the sword light instantly engulfed the area around him. In less than half a breath, Yin Hao's tall black figure completely disappeared.
"laugh!"
Immediately, a blood-red aura rose up from the violent and violent energy, and in an instant it had traveled hundreds of meters through the void and landed on Tang Huan's waist.
Looking at the violently turbulent void in front of him, Tang Huan couldn't help but sneer: "After this second round of selection, I am already the prince, what can you do to me?"
The seventeenth-level undead named Yin Hao is indeed very powerful.
If he hadn't consumed a lot of power in the second round of the "Emperor's Spirit Ceremony", Tang Huan might not be able to kill him even if he used the "Seven Palms of the Blood God". Of course, if it were in a deserted place instead of in this "divine illusion array", Tang Huan would naturally be much more relaxed in dealing with it.
While thinking about it, Tang Huan dispersed the blood-red giant sword that had just formed in his hand and closed his eyes slightly.
The "Seven Palms of the Blood God" just now had consumed a lot of his strength. Tang Huan had to absorb the death energy and recover as soon as possible. Otherwise, if he encountered the seventeenth-level undead again, he would have no choice but to run away desperately. . However, Tang Huan had just calmed down when a voice like a bell sounded:
"Time's up! The second round of selection is over!"
This string of characters seems to contain a shocking power.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Tang Huan fell into a trance. It seemed like a snap of the fingers, and it seemed like several hours had passed before I suddenly woke up and looked around. Not only had the blood-colored channel disappeared, but the huge blood-colored round cover above the square had also disappeared without a trace.
The "divine illusion formation" has dispersed!
Tang Huan subconsciously glanced around. Within his sight, there were very few figures still standing, and those guys were just like him, constantly looking left and right.
"Congratulations to all of you, for holding on to the end in this second round of selection! Now, everyone can come forward!" Elder Wo Yu's voice echoed throughout the world again. (To be continued)