Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 525 Suppression Everywhere
Suddenly, terrifying flames rose from the thousand vines, rushing into the hurricane in vain, and the terrifying flames spread in all directions.

Soon, the warriors around felt the heat wave, as if they were in the Flame Mountain, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Dongfanghong's complexion changed drastically. Under the impact of the flames, the wind blade that swept across the world exploded, turned into countless strong winds and spread in all directions, gradually dissipating in the air.

"What kind of flame is this? It can shatter the power of wind and wind."

Dongfanghong could only feel a destructive heat wave constantly sweeping towards him, he hurriedly retreated a hundred meters before he stabilized his figure, his face was full of shock and astonishment.

This young man was able to stabilize his hurricane and shatter his attacks, far beyond his imagination.

"If you want to know what kind of flame this is, go to hell and find out."

Mo Chen flashed out like lightning, and a sea of ​​flames floated around his body, as if it could burn up the entire sky and the earth. That terrifying aura was by no means weaker than Dongfanghong's wind blade power.

Dongfanghong's face was as gloomy as water, as if he was sweating from the scorching air. The flame seemed to rush into his body and burn him. Although it was only a seventh-level flame, it gave him an irresistible sense of terror.

He instinctively raised his hands, but he gave up using Wind Scroll. He continued to clench his wrists, condensing countless runes in front of him, and the runes continued to burst into vast flames.

At this moment, Dongfanghong's aura became extremely heavy, as if it had turned into mountains, and the warriors around them felt a strong sense of oppression.

"Red Light Seal!"

boom!
Horrific fluctuations like landslides, accompanied by a dazzling blood red color, suddenly bloomed from Dongfanghong's body.

One after another fiery red rock-like fist marks, like endless meteorites, slammed towards Mo Chen who was coming against the current.

The fiery blood-like fist print seemed to come from an extraterrestrial starry sky, falling like countless stars and meteorites, with an indestructible momentum, rolling down from the void continuously, with a mighty momentum and amazing power.

Bang bang bang!
The two fiery red attacks collided in an instant, as if two blood rivers were constantly merging, the red light seal kept rushing into the sea of ​​flames, and the phoenix divine fire kept trembling and became erratic.

The endless fist print passed through the sea of ​​flames and rolled towards Mo Chen. Before the fist print arrived, the space in front of Mo Chen had already started to thump.

"This fist mark is good!"

The Phoenix Divine Fire didn't completely burn these fist marks, which made Mo Chen feel the fighting spirit. He restrained the Divine Phoenix Fire, and a vast aura also swirled around him, like the light of stars constantly emerging.

"That is……"

He Lao seemed to sense something, his pupils constricted slightly.

"It seems to be the boxing technique of Emperor Xingyun..." Shui Yanlan was also a little horrified.

In the void above Mo Chen's head, suddenly bursts of clouds began to merge and change, and faintly, huge palm prints condensed.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the huge palm print seemed to be pulling with it, emitting a vast sea of ​​light, a terrifying breath, like the power of heaven's punishment.

"Ming Wang Yin!"

The huge palm prints fell, like the Tathagata's palm descending from the sky, meeting the dense red light prints!

"Bang bang bang!"

The red light seal is like a dense tide, constantly bombarding the King Ming seal, the fiery red light splashes in all directions, and is constantly broken, and cracks gradually appear in the King Ming seal. When it was photographed in front of Dongfanghong, it also exploded.

"The seal of King Ming, it really is the seal of King Ming, this..."

Shui Yanlan and He Lao looked at each other again, and they both saw a deep shock in each other's eyes.

Everyone looked at the two kinds of boxing techniques that were constantly dissipating, and felt a little hairy in their hearts.

The battle between these two was like the battle between Tianzong Erzhong and the newly entered Huangyou, as if two high-ranking Huangyou were fighting. Such a terrifying fighting power made everyone swallow their saliva with difficulty.

"This……"

Dongfanghong was a little dumbfounded, he couldn't compare to others in martial arts, and he couldn't compare to others in boxing, as if he was suppressed everywhere. Could it be that this young man was born to be his nemesis?

At this moment, a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes, no matter what, he couldn't let this son stay in this world, otherwise, he was destined to become his nemesis and the nemesis of his Dongfang family.

"Soul Devouring Secret Technique!"

Dongfanghong's hands kept changing, and strange runes kept falling out of his hands, accompanied by a strange force spreading out, filling the entire space.

The surrounding space began to distort under this force, and it squeezed hard towards Mo Chen, as if it wanted to wipe Mo Chen away.

"This is, soul power attack!"

Mo Chen was a little surprised, he didn't expect Dongfanghong's soul power to be so strong, able to produce this kind of soul power in a space-blocked domain, at least in a high-level realm.

But after thinking about it, what is the Wuhun Hall? It is the place where you specialize in practicing the way of Wuhun. If the level of Wuhun is not enough, it would be ridiculous.

"Pupil technique, Yueyang!"

He opened his eyebrows, and a blood-red light suddenly emerged, and the whole space seemed to form a blood-red color, wrapping towards the opponent's soul power space layer by layer, as if to crush it.

The two attacks collided again in the space, Dongfanghong only felt that her soul power was greatly hindered, and her face changed in horror.

"This, this is pupil art, and it also contains a lot of soul power. You, you are actually a sixth-level soul saint!"

When Dongfanghong was very surprised, he exposed his hole cards again and again, but was suppressed by the opponent again and again, how could he play this.

"Boy, who are you, and where did you come from?" Dongfanghong became vigilant, he never believed that Mo Chen was at least an unknown soldier, and definitely a super disciple of a certain big power in the mainland, most likely a member of the three super powers.

If so, things are a little serious.

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to him, and was a little surprised in his heart. With his pupil technique, even Lei Yang, who was in the fourth level of the Royal Tour, lost his mind for a short while, but Dongfanghong was not affected at all. It seems that the other party's mental power is indeed strong.

"The strength of martial arts, the realm of the martial arts, and your current age, there are still such a monstrous young man in this world. Fortunately, I met you in time, otherwise I will give you a few more years, and you will be able to fully grow up." gone."

Dongfanghong looked at Mo Chen very apprehensively, with a faint sense of jealousy.

"Since you refuse to reveal your identity, even if you die today, the forces behind you will never find us." Dongfanghong said coldly, with endless killing intent.

Mo Chen shook his head and said: "It seems that you still haven't grasped the essence of not pretending."

"Humph!"

Dongfanghong made a move with her bare hands, and suddenly a long sword appeared in her hand, and the instrument rhyme scattered from the sword was definitely at the ninth level.

"Ninth-order Xuanbing Heaven Slashing Sword!"

Shui Yanlan suddenly exclaimed, with a heavy look on her shocked expression, she looked at Mo Chen worriedly.

Dongfanghong ignored Shui Yanlan, he held a long sword, and walked towards Mo Chen step by step in the void, the killing intent on his body continued to condense, almost becoming real, the shock that this young man brought to him was too powerful, Even he is suppressed everywhere, if he is not eliminated as soon as possible, I am afraid he will not be able to sleep well in the future.

Just imagine, if you are a generation of strong people, but there is only one person who can suppress you everywhere, that feeling will definitely keep you up at night.

"Ninth-rank Xuanbing?"

Mo Chen's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he murmured: "Not everyone can use the ninth-level Xuanbing. With your level, you can display some of the power of Xuanbing."

"Even if you can only play one or two points, killing you is enough."

Dongfanghong said coldly, he raised his arm, and saw how it was moving, just slashed down in a simple way.

"Heaven Slashing Sword Art!"

The plain sword light is like a strip of water, without any brilliance, it just cuts down from the void.

Although there are no brilliant colors, no shocking and vast scenes, but this simple sword light gives people a feeling of fright, the sword intent enveloped Mo Chen, as if locking him, making him inescapable, and it emerged in an instant on top of his head.

At the same time, the Qiyun power of the Zhantian Sword radiated. Although with Dongfanghong's strength, he still couldn't fully stimulate the power of the ninth-level profound weapon, but looking at the sword energy and the Qiyun of the Tianzhan Sword, it could at least stimulate Three to five points were sent.

Based on this point, ordinary high-ranking imperial warriors dare not take it hard.

However, Mo Chen's eyes were full of brilliance, and his fighting spirit kept bursting out.

"That's right, this Heaven Slashing Sword Art is quite powerful." Mo Chen nodded lightly.

The crowd around staggered, almost fell to the ground, the terrifying sword glow had already fallen to the top of his head, and he was still in the mood to comment on the sword intent of others, Nima, he really regarded himself as the peak emperor.

"Hmph! Let's taste how powerful this is." Dongfanghong was also very angry, and secretly pushed her strength to the limit, as if with this sword, he wanted to completely destroy everything below.

"Unfortunately, you are not Dongfang Lu, how can such a sword intent hurt me!"

The brilliance in Mo Chen's eyes seemed to have reached a peak, he stomped his feet suddenly, flew towards the void, stretched out his hand, and the Xiaoyao Sword appeared in his hand.

"Above the flowing clouds is the sky—Splitting the Sky!"

Mo Chen opened his mouth softly, his eyes were as deep as the stars, at this moment, he had completely merged into the sword intent of Lie Kong Zhan.

Inside the Xiaoyao Sword, the dragon snake uttered a dragon chant, and swooped out mixed with the sword light. A vast long dragon sword aura swept out instantly, like a long line of sky, meeting the sky-slashing sword aura.

"Lifting Sky Zhan, it's Littering Sky Zhan, who the hell is this young man?" Shui Yanlan was completely horrified.

Just like boxing, it can also be understood as self-taught, or taught by sect masters. After all, the name of Emperor Xingyun has spread throughout the continent, so it is not surprising that many people study his unique knowledge.

But if you add the pupil technique Yueyang and this air splitting slash, there is no one in the world who can practice so many unique moves of Emperor Xingyun.

Not far away, there is a majestic building with the five characters of Mingwen Palace Branch engraved on it.

On a high pavilion in the Mingwen Palace, a half-century-old man was watching this side quietly, his expression constantly changing.

"Ming Wang Yin, Tongshu Yueyang, Splitting the Sky... This..."

The old man's deep pupils were filled with endless astonishment, and he murmured: "Could it be that this son has something to do with Emperor Xingyun? No, it's impossible. Emperor Xingyun has been down for a hundred years. How old is this son? It's impossible to be related to Emperor Xingyun. Could it be, Is it the descendant of a certain disciple of Emperor Xingyun?"

Thinking of this, the old man's complexion was no longer indifferent, he turned into a streamer, hid himself from the void, and quietly suspended above the battle.

(End of this chapter)