Chapter 564 The mastermind behind the Temple of Divine Grace
boom!
Hei Feng responded with a casual palm from Han Yang, which was almost the same as the palm that killed Han Tianming before.
"Arrogant!"
Hei Feng felt that he was being despised and was furious.
He bathed in divine grace five times, and his body and soul became incredibly strong. He thought he was invincible in the temple of divine grace.
Being slighted by an unknown junior made him furious.
"Qian Feng!"
Hei Feng shook his left hand hard.
Hundreds of black rays of light shot towards Han Yang's giant hand like arrows.
"Qianfeng Jue! Even the eighth-level Martial King can't resist it. The Blood Lotus has angered Heifeng..."
Ice Mask squinted his eyes with a hint of scrutiny.
Blood Lotus killed Han Tianming, which is enough to be called a genius.
But Black Front is an insurmountable barrier!
She fully understands the strength of Black Edge.
If Blood Lotus can defeat Heifeng, then... Blood Lotus's talent is no longer enough to be described as a genius!
Strange!
It's the kind of anomaly that is invincible in the world once you see it in a thousand years!
Thousands of years ago, this kind of anomaly might have made a king an emperor!
But the premise is that Blood Lotus can survive under Hei Feng's hands.
Puff puff!
The sharp arrows hit the giant hand holding the sky like a violent storm.
This black arrow seems to have the destructive power to tear apart space.
In just a short moment, Han Yang's giant aura hand was torn apart and riddled with holes.
"Oh? His strength is pretty good, at least at Ji Feihua's level. There are indeed so many geniuses in the Emperor's Secret Realm."
Although Heifeng is a seventh-level Martial King, his own strength is no weaker than Ji Feihua!
In this case...
Zheng!
With a sword cry, the Qianye Divine Sword appeared behind Han Yang, trembling and buzzing, causing the space to tremble slightly.
"Tianshu!"
Han Yang flicked his fingers, and the flying sword, as thin as cicada wings, split away from the Thousand Leaf Divine Sword.
The sword comes out like a dragon!
The sword roared and shot towards Heifeng.
Hei Feng laughed and said: "Hahaha! Turns out he is a swordsman! Who dares to use a sword in front of me!"
In the previous fight, he felt that he had already figured out the depths of the Blood Lotus Swordsman.
The strength of the ninth-level Martial King, but he is only the first to enter the ninth-level Martial King.
At the first level of the King of Martial Arts, with such combat power, he can be regarded as an unparalleled talent that only emerges in ten thousand years.
But that's all.
Hei Feng is sure to kill the man in front of him!
"The sword moves a thousand swords!"
There was also a black sword in Heifeng's hand. The sword's edge shook and turned into little bits of cold light.
Use the treasure weapon to activate Qianfeng Jue, doubling its power.
Dang Dang Dang!
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and hundreds of arrows fell on the Qianye Divine Sword.
At this moment, the sound of drinking started again.
"Tianxuan!"
"Tianji!"
"Tianxuan!"
Zhengzhengzheng!
Three Thousand Leaves Divine Swords flew out and formed a sword formation with the first Thousand Leaves Flying Sword.
Kui!
The four swords are the leader!
Between the stars, with the energy of the stars and the runes of the stars, they roared and trembled, cutting through Heifeng's body-protecting energy.
Dang Dang Dang!
The sharp arrows hit the sword array crazily, causing ripples.
Even though the edge of the arena was protected by the halo of the Divine List Shards, the sound of the collision between the arrows and the Divine Sword still made the low-level Martial King in the stands buzz and tremble, and howl in pain.
They couldn't even bear the sound of the aftermath.
Everyone retreated in confusion.
The eyes looking at the two people on the ring were filled with horror.
too strong!
Both of these people are monsters.
This kind of combat power is definitely at the level of a ninth-order Martial King!
Being able to become one of the three giants in the Temple of Divine Grace is certainly not a wasted reputation.
But that little-known Blood Lotus Swordsman, who was at the first level of the Martial King, was going back and forth with Hei Feng, regardless of victory or defeat, which was a bit scary.
"No wonder the Temple of Divine Grace changed the rules! With the strength of the Blood Lotus Swordsman, the first-level Martial King Realm is completely crushed, and there is no way for us to survive."
"He can't even defeat Black Blade, right?"
"It's hard to say..."
"Not good! Look..."
Amidst the discussion, a sudden change occurred.
Dang Dang Dang!
In dozens of breaths, collisions occurred countless times.
Suddenly, Hei Feng's defense stalled.
puff!
A flying sword passed over Hei Feng's chest, leaving a deep sword mark.
He missed!
He was unable to defend against the sword of the Blood Lotus Swordsman.
"What happened? The Blood Lotus Swordsman's sword became stronger?"
"No! It's not that the Blood Lotus Swordsman has become stronger, but that Black Blade has become weaker... His successors are weak, and his Yuan Dan is beginning to dry up."
Someone told the truth, making everyone gasp.
In just a few dozen breaths, Hei Feng's Yuan Dan was exhausted, leaving him powerless. The Blood Lotus Swordsman wanted to grind Hei Feng to death.
"Asshole!"
Hei Feng also realized that if he continued to fight like this, he would be slowly worn to death.
The ruthless look in his eyes flashed away.
"Front blast!"
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
All the arrows shot out from the sword's edge exploded, trying to block Han Yang's sword.
"Yuheng!"
Unexpectedly, Han Yang flicked his finger and struck out with his sword again.
puff!
This sword tore through Hei Feng's defense and penetrated Hei Feng's head.
One soul, die!
Buzz!
With a flash of light, Hei Feng appeared again and shouted hurriedly: "I..."
Puff puff puff puff puff!
Five flying swords penetrated it front and back, and the remaining two souls and the main body also perished.
The three giants of the Seventh Level Martial King of Shen'en Palace, Hei Feng, die!
There was dead silence around the stands.
Everyone looked at the figure wearing the blood lotus mask on the stage in horror.
The first-level Martial King counterattacked the seventh-level Martial King, and he killed a strong man like Hei Feng who had been baptized by divine grace five times.
This Blood Lotus is definitely the strongest first-order Martial King in the history of Shen’en Palace!
The martial kings who were watching subconsciously looked into the void.
They wanted to know how the God List Organization would handle this matter.
Directly give the Blood Lotus Swordsman the opportunity to bathe in divine grace, or... send a strong man to obliterate him!
…
Billions of miles away.
In a large hall.
A voluptuous woman sat on the throne, looking at the shadow of the arena in front of her expressionlessly.
In front of her were twelve equally illusory thrones.
On each throne sat a black-robed divine envoy with an indifferent expression.
"This man's talent has exceeded the limit of Tianwu. If he is allowed to grow, he will become Yang Dingtian again! I suggest luring him into the altar and using the power of the upper world to kill him!"
The old man on Throne No. 9 spoke slowly, and you could see the cold glint in his eyes through the shadow.
The young man on Throne No. 8 sneered disdainfully: "When you meet a genius, push it to the upper world. What do you want the upper world to think of us? The upper world will probably think that we are all incompetent!"
Throne Nine said nothing.
The others just watched indifferently, and their emotions seemed to rarely fluctuate.
After a while, the enchanting woman sitting on the main seat suddenly said: "There are thirteen divine grace temples in the outer domain. Let them send all the strong men to surround and kill this person!"
The woman seemed to have a very high status. After she spoke, no one else dared to say anything.
When she turned sideways, she could clearly see the Chinese character "一" written in seal script on her robe.
Among the thirteen messengers of the God List, women rank first. Their status is not lower than that of the high priest, and they are one of the well-deserved rulers.
