Martial Inverse

Chapter 1091 Cut an Arm

This is a strange flame, the whole body is pitch-black, contrary to the normal flame, it is the common devil fire in hell, but this kind of fire is different from the devil fire, it is the fine fire of the three-headed dog in hell , This kind of fire is countless times stronger than the hell fire, and can burn everything. Back then, the five barbarian beasts were helpless against this kind of fire and could not kill it. It can be seen that this fire is strong.

At this time, the flame of Lang Angxiong was this kind of demonic fire. If he was a demon god from hell, he slowly climbed up from the flame.

His whole body was surrounded by dark flames, and his eyes were pitch-black and penetrating, and the flames were burning, giving people the illusion that any pair of demon eyes had the illusion that their souls were burning.

At this time, on his forehead, a strange magic pattern was revealed...

This is the shape of a pitch-black flame. With the movement of this small flame, the magic fire around him burns more vigorously. With him as the center, the surrounding ground spreads a charred black, and the space is boiling. It's normal, and the thumping is endless, making people's eyes distorted.

"Roar,……"

Lang Ang Xiong didn't stand up, on the contrary, he crawled like a monster, roaring violently at the wind, and slowly, the flame around him, with him as the center, condensed a three-headed dog from hell. The shape is extremely fierce, and the overflowing breath is suffocating.

"Humph."

The old man beside the arena snorted lightly, a grim look flashed in his eyes, and said in a stern voice, "It's not bad to be able to push him to this step, but unfortunately, he is destined to die in the hands of Lang Angxiong... Tsk tsk, it's alright, it would be great if you joined our barbarian clan."

He knew quite a lot about Lang Angxiong's situation at this time, so he was full of confidence, looking at Feng Hao was like looking at a dead man.

Lang Angxiong's mutation also made the scene suddenly quiet, and the sacrifice to the old man was also solemn. He had already made up his mind. If Fenghao was not inferior and fought for the reputation of the barbarians, he would also save Fenghao.

In his heart, Feng Hao's identity is greater than everything, even if he betrays his faith.

...

"What a tyrannical energy."

Feng Hao's face was solemn, his eyes locked tightly on Lang Angxiong's body.

The tyrannical level of this pitch-black flame surpassed any energy he had ever seen, although he had long known that there were countless strange bodies in the world, especially the saying that the master of Xiangtian Palace told him that there was a unique physique between heaven and earth.

In front of him, Lang Ang Xiong possessed the strongest magic energy in hell, the special magic fire of the monster monarch in hell and the three-headed dog of hell.

"interesting."

Feng Hao didn't mean to be afraid, on the contrary, he was very excited, his fighting spirit surged, his hands swiped together, and two strange and mysterious formations appeared above his head.

"Om,..."

With the formation of the great formation, a palm like a god slowly condensed. Under the instillation of various forces, this palm showed a dark purple color, sparkling and flickering, with electric arcs swaying outside, rippling out The shocking atmosphere, at this moment, the heaven and the earth roared, and it seemed that they could not bear this atmosphere and swayed.

"Roar,……"

At this time, Lang Ang Xiong let out a loud roar, and stomped his hands on the ground violently, then he burst out like a devil dog, carrying the magic power of the sky and the surging flames, rushing towards Feng Hao, wanting to tear it to pieces in one fell swoop. .

"Turning handprints."

Feng Hao's face was straight, his eyes narrowed, his handprints moved, and when he flipped his hand, the big hand that appeared on top of his head was rolling like a chariot and pressed down directly towards Lang Ang Xiong.

"Roar."

At this time, Lang Angxiong seemed to have lost his mind. When he saw the big hand falling, he did not avoid it. On the contrary, he opened his hands and wanted to tear the big hand.

"Bang tom."

With the sound of an explosion that pierced the sky, Lang Angxiong vomited blood and was smashed into the air again. The blood was sprinkled on the arena, proving that he was seriously injured.

Now that Feng Hao's strength has soared again, the power and coercion of the Heaven-shattering Handprint have increased several times.

"Roar,……"

Only when he landed, Lang Ang Xiong rose up again, with undiminished power, and threw himself again, but a big hand greeted him.

"Tianxing magic bullet."

He opened his mouth and spit out a huge light bullet formed by the condensed black flames, and greeted the big hand.

"Boom."

The two collided, and they exploded completely. A mushroom cloud rose up, and ripples and winds roared in all directions. The scene was very grand, killing everything.

"go to hell."

Lang Ang Xiong flexibly avoided these strong winds, like a devil dog, raising his claws made of dark flames and grabbing towards Feng Hao.

"Shh."

Feng Hao disappeared directly on the spot, but when he reappeared, he was behind him, holding a dark purple giant sword on his scaled palm. Without any hesitation, he slashed directly at Lang Ang Xiong's head.

"Shoot."

Everyone saw a sharp arc passing by, and then saw blood blooming, and a shrill scream.

"stop."

A flustered scream resounded, and everyone saw a figure swept into the ring and pulled out a figure.

It was the old man beside the ring. He took action and saved Lang Angxiong.

Although Lang Angxiong avoided the fatal blow, his left arm was chopped off by Feng Hao and remained on the ring.

There is nothing that cannot be killed by the Heaven-shattering Killer with the energy of Heavenly Punishment.

"Shhhhh..."

Holding the giant sword and swiping continuously, Feng Hao directly smashed the arm into small pieces, breaking the bones inch by inch.

For the person who has been confirmed as the enemy, there is no need for him to keep his hand, but he is a little regretful that he was not able to kill this monster.

"Do not,……"

Looking at the broken arms that had been smashed into countless pieces by Feng Hao, Lang Angxiong shouted mournfully, his eyes were full of bloodshots.

A broken arm is basically impossible to regenerate, unless the broken arm is complete, there are still some possibilities.

"You are so cruel."

The old man took a deep look at Feng Hao, gave a low drink to the sacrificial old man in the temple of the beast, cut through the space, and left with Lang Ang Xiong embarrassed.

"ruthless."

Feng Hao curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, exhaled slightly, dissipated the giant sword in his hand, and the unicorn arm returned to normal, looking towards the Beast Temple, he saw the old man who was sacrificing himself looking at him with a smile.

However, in the depths of his eyes, Feng Hao also saw a touch of fiery and respect.

Feng Hao was stunned, shook his head slightly, and jumped off the ring without thinking much.