City Summoner

What a ridiculous joke this is!

Xie Jun increasingly felt that this person was really not a good person, no matter what his identity was, or someone behind him sent him here.

"I want you to report to the King of Hell now!" The Prison Blood God opened his left and right hands, and a bloody light appeared, turning into two huge iron claws.

With the power that can tear apart all objects in the world, he rushed towards Mu Feng.

"You die for Lao Tzu!"

One less person who knows this secret is one less person, not to mention such a brazen person, he must make him into pieces as soon as possible.

"Heaven's Eye Necklace, Chi-heart Libra? Go to hell to find it!"

Mu Feng stood in the same place, the cold shadow sword was brought out, and the surrounding of him was immediately frozen, and the blue light was brilliant, Mu Feng cut two swords forward, immediately forming a protection circle.

Xie Jun's full-strength blow was instantly repelled, and his whole body was bounced abruptly, hitting the wall.

"Boom" cracked a huge gap, Xie Jun flew out immediately, and behind him was a piece of ruins, and the entire wall collapsed unexpectedly.

"Okay! Yes, in this world, I haven't appeared in this world for almost a hundred years. Today, you, Ding Ye, are the first!"

The name of the Prison Blood God is naturally known in the entire Bliss Realm, and his words are indeed not joking, and today Mu Feng can make him almost a dog eat shit.

This shows the power of Mu Feng, and for Mu Feng, this is not a big deal. Considering the strength of his last quasi-saint level, if he didn't want to play an incognito trick.

It is enough to compete with him Xie Jun, not to mention that now, thanks to the blessing of Sheji, he broke through the strength of the pseudo-sage level in his boudoir three days ago.

Now facing this guy wearing a mask, it doesn't matter whether he is in prison blood or bruised.

At this time, he naturally did not know these psychological thoughts of the Prison Blood God. He clenched his fists, and although the whole face was covered by a mask, it was enough to see this guy, I am afraid that he would be serious.

I saw his two hands suddenly detached from his wrists and flew into the mid-air in front of him, suddenly bloody.

His two terrifying palms were actually divided into two and four in the air, and thousands of bloody palms appeared in an instant.

Even Mu Feng, who had a high self-esteem, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Hand of Soul Eater!" Xie Jun shouted loudly, and this complete palm appeared directly in front of Mu Feng.

Mu Feng blocked at a very fast speed, and in an instant, only a few dozen "ping pong" sounds were heard, and Mu Feng had already suffered no less than a hundred attacks.

Such a bizarre technique, dense and fast attack, I am afraid that ordinary people will be slapped into blood in an instant.

These blood palms seem to be floating in the air, but they are actually attacking Mu Feng's whole body one by one, forming a firepower net within the attack range it covers.

All living beings that can move will face fragmented results!

"This time, I'm afraid you won't die!" Jie Jun, the god of prison blood, used this move to consume most of his spiritual power, and he usually did not use it easily.

Today, for you, Ding Ye, forced to resort to helplessness, it is worthy of you, even if you enter Huangquan Road in the next second, you can insist on this.

I will never laugh at you, Jie Jun, the god of prison blood!

Chapter 833 Battle

In the view of Jie Jun, the god of prison blood, there are not many people who can let him use the Soul Eater.

It is even more difficult to be able to withstand the attack of his Soul Eater for a minute, and if he wants to escape from his Soul Eater, it is absolutely impossible.

So he laughed, and by this time, he was already determined to win.

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to see something incredible, his eyes became frightened, and his pupils could be seen rapidly dilating.

I saw that the sword shadow swung by Mu Fenghan Shadow Sword slowly condensed into cold air. The cold air seemed to dissipate, but it actually condensed. While condensing, it also gave his bloody soul-devouring hand to him. Gradually frozen.

And the thousands of bloody palms seemed to have the same offensive as before, but in fact, they had gradually diminished by this time, and they were all frozen in mid-air under the influence of Mu Feng's sword energy.

Until it can be clearly seen, those bloody palms are decreasing one by one, even to the last ten, nine, eight.

Mu Feng resisted for more than a minute. According to the exact time, it was probably more than ten minutes by now.

Finally, Mu Feng's sword qi sealed the last bloody palm as well, if any outsider who didn't know why would break in to see it at this time.

He would definitely be scared to death by this unprecedented scene he saw, because on top of Mu Feng's head, there were almost thousands of bloody palms densely packed.

And these terrifying things are not floating on the top of Mu Feng's head, time is usually still because Mu Feng has all these things sealed by ice.

Jie Jun, the god of prison blood, suddenly felt a chill sneak up from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. At this moment, he was also motionless. Could it be that he was also blocked by ice?

"Hehe, it's just a small trick to eagle worms, isn't there any other more powerful back-up moves!"

Mu Feng saw that the time had come, and now the Cold Shadow Sword accompanied his body in a circle, and Mu Feng commanded the sword.

——“The sword breaks through a hundred beams!”

With Mu Feng's loud shout, the Cold Shadow Sword instantly turned into a blue sword shadow, and with a spiral motion, a tornado with boundless chill was formed from the center of Mu Feng's body.

It is getting bigger and bigger, occupying almost the entire discussion hall, and those more than a thousand bloody palms that are still frozen on top of Mu Feng's head are naturally not spared.

Following Mu Feng's command, a thousand bloody palms were swept into the icy blue tornado and stirred into a ball, no longer able to tell what was in the vortex.

"Broken!—" Mu Feng's eyes flashed with firmness, and he shouted loudly, only to hear a "crashing" sound, as if shattered glass.

More than a thousand bloody palms all turned into shattered ice cubes and scattered on the ground.

The soul-devouring hand of the Prison Blood God Monarch was still vulnerable in front of Mu Feng.

"How is that possible?" Jie Jun finally let out an unbelievable roar, which was exactly the same sentence as Snake Ji, who was puzzled by Mu Feng's appearance just now.