He raised his right hand and turned into a sharp claw.

At the same time, Qinglong Wuhun also extended its dragon claws.

Synchronized with Xiao Changfeng's movements.

Tear!

A claw came out, although it didn't have the sharp killing power of a tiger's claw.

But also very powerful.

In an instant, the dragon's claws flew across the sky.

It fell directly on the body of the Hundred Poison Saint Son.

In an instant.

The ten-meter giant body of the Holy Son of Poisons is condensed from venom.

He was actually caught with five deep claw marks.

And the claw marks cannot be recovered.

It's like cutting off the water with a knife and intercepting the flow of water.

"You can actually hurt me!"

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons looked shocked and couldn't believe it.

However, Xiao Changfeng did not answer him.

Whoosh!

Xiao Changfeng jumped into the air, like a real dragon flying into the sky.

The blue sky dragon's claw hand was used again.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons takes action with all his strength.

However, his venom could no longer affect Xiao Changfeng.

And he couldn't stop the Blue Sky Dragon's claw hand which was cast with magic power.

In an instant.

He was hit four or five times in succession, and his body was covered with scars.

"The dragon swings its tail!"

Finally, Xiao Changfeng's figure turned in mid-air.

Lift your right foot and draw a semicircle.

Then he kicked Baidu Saint Son hard in the face.

Plop!

The Hundred Poison Saint Son was immediately kicked away.

And his ten-meter-sized body also shrank rapidly like a deflated ball.

Wait until he hits the ground.

The martial soul fusion body has dissipated.

He regained his flesh and blood body.

After all, Wuhun Fusion was forcibly performed by him.

It's not like in the Imperial Martial Realm where you can do whatever you want.

puff!

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons suddenly opened his mouth and spit out three mouthfuls of blood.

By the end, the blood was mixed with pieces of internal organs.

He was obviously seriously injured.

At this time, Saint Son of Hundred Poisons doesn't have half of the energy he had before.

His hair was disheveled, his face was pale and scarred.

Like a defeated fighting cock.

Depression.

"The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons... was defeated?"

Among the crowd, one person was in disbelief.

At this moment.

The Holy Son of Hundred Poisons was completely defeated.

Five Poison Techniques, Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle, and Martial Soul Fusion.

All means are used.

But he was still defeated by Xiao Changfeng.

Compared with the embarrassment of the Hundred Poison Saint Son.

Xiao Changfeng seemed very casual.

Except for being affected by venom before.

There were almost no injuries.

Obviously there is still room for improvement.

"Impossible, how could the Holy Son be defeated?"

Feng Lingbei couldn't believe it either.

Saint Son of Baidu was trained by the Northern Tang Sect with all their efforts, and he was also the future sect leader.

His talent and strength are both top notch.

Feng Lingbei never thought that the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons would be defeated.

And he was defeated at the hands of an unknown young man.

"Ahhh!"

At this time, the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons roared unwillingly.

"Xiao Changfeng, I will never lose to you. The only one who can walk out alive today is me."

The Saint of Hundred Poisons roared angrily, and then stretched out his hand to wipe it.

I took out the trump card from the storage ring that I didn't intend to take out originally.

Whoosh!

The power of a saint.

Arrives suddenly.
Chapter completed!