"not good!"

Mu Lingxian immediately stood up from her seat and couldn't help blurting out. Looking at the figure on the battle stage, her face was full of worry!

But just as everyone thought everything was about to come to an end, they saw Qin Feng, who was emitting red light, suddenly rushed to the big dry palm at an incredible speed.

"I dare to face Taoist Master Kumu's big dry palm. I wonder if I should say that this person is stupid or that he is stupid?"

Hong Chunyang said proudly: "As far as I know, few people can escape from the dead wood path under the dead palm.

Junior sister!"

Hong Chun turned around with a smile, looked at Mu Lingxian sinisterly and said, "Senior Brother, thank you for handing over the Wanmu Caotang to me this time.

Don’t worry, senior brother, I will definitely carry forward the Wanmu Caotang.”

"Hong Chun, the battle is not over yet, why are you so anxious? Maybe you may not lose!"

Uncle Wu, who was standing behind Mu Lingxian, responded coldly.

"Hmph, Wu Xingshui, you can be arrogant now. When I take over Wanmu Caotang, I will drive you out of Senluo City. Then, I won't ask me!"

Hong Chun laughed.

Mu Lingxian said coldly: "Hong Chun, your dead wood offerings are going to lose. You still have this confidence to say such words. I really don't know where you have the courage to say such words!"

"Lost, haha. You actually said that a small Jitian realm strong man would lose to a innate master?"

"Yes or no, you will know after seeing it!"

Hong Chun was not willing to believe it, but when he turned around, he found that the situation on the field had turned around. The boy who was crushed by Taoist Master Kumu now had the upper hand and kept hurting Taoist Master Kumu like a ghost.

"No, how is that possible!"

Hong Chun really couldn't imagine that Taoist Master Kumu was obviously at a higher level, and even used his unique skills to prepare to kill this beast with one blow.

The situation is almost certain, but why did it suddenly take a sharp turn?

The follower behind him whispered twice. After hearing this, Hong Chun's expression changed drastically.

"What? The two dragons' energy protects the body?" Hong Chun stared at Qin Feng on the field in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

There are too many legends on the Shenyue Continent. They are mysterious and powerful! It is not impossible to say that this kid uses the energy of the real dragon to resist the withered power of the Great Dead Palm.

What's more, his speed, his strange footwork, and his powerful martial arts moves all illustrate his extraordinaryness!

"Duck wood, stop playing! Kill him!"

Hong Chun finally couldn't hold back and stood up and shouted loudly on the battlefield. His voice resounded throughout the battlefield, attracting countless people to look at him.

Hong Chun didn't care about these strange gazes. If it were in the past, facing a powerful man in the Jitian Martial Realm, even if he was the owner of Wancaotang, he would still have to maintain a certain degree of respect.

However, now he called the name of the dead tree. Obviously he was a little anxious!

"Damn it, Hong Chun!"

The Taoist Kumu from the audience was naturally annoyed when he heard Hong Chun calling him his name. However, the agreement with Hong Chun had to be fulfilled. The most important thing was that it was not that he was playing with the young man in front of him, but that he had no spare energy to kill him.

Even, the dead wood felt that if the boy in front of him was willing, he could kill himself soon! This was the worst situation!

"Boy, I've let you live for so long. Now, die for me!"

With a loud scream, he reached out and called back the withered force in the sky that had almost defeated the shadow of the Canglong, and turned into a big black palm.

At the moment, he could only put everything on this palm.

If this palm still cannot take the kid's life, then today it would not be his dead tree to kill people. He is very likely to capsize in the gutter and die here.

What a wonderful thing it is to live for so long. When you think of those happy things that can only be done by living, the Kumu Taoist praised the skill in his hand.

"Boy, go and die!"

With a loud shout, the dead wood slapped out with a palm. The remaining withered force turned into a palm print and slapped Qin Feng’s chest!

Under the power of this palm, Qin Feng's body was knocked away. Why are you even more afraid of that a palm print was blasted out of your chest. The palm force containing the extremely terrifying withered power immediately eroded Qin Feng's body.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist Kumu who had no hope for it suddenly became energetic and laughed loudly: "Boy, after hitting my palm, you will wither and die of death after half a stick of incense, hahahahaha..."

Sure enough, amid his laughter, everyone saw that the flesh and blood in Qin Feng's chest continued to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only did the vitality be lost, but even the flesh and blood began to wither.

Everyone in the stands took a breath, and everyone's eyes were filled with fear and awe.

Feeling these fearful gazes, the Taoist Master of Dead Wood was proud.

For decades, he has been rampant in several countries and has committed countless disasters. Whenever outsiders hear his name as a dead tree, they offer the best wine and the most beautiful woman. The habitual enjoyment of killing and the offerings brought by these fears, the dead tree can no longer remember when the last time he was forced into such a desperate situation.

However, this is no longer important. Because I once again became the ultimate winner of this killing.

He looked straight ahead, wanting to appreciate the tragic situation of the boy in front of him before he died.

However, when he raised his head, he strangely saw that the withered power that he had finally practiced was sucked into his body by the boy in front of him.

"Boy, how dare you suck the withered power that I have worked hard to cultivate into your body. Haha, you really don't know how to live or die!"

In the perception of dead trees, no one can survive by inhaling a little withering power. What's more, this ignorant boy actually sucked all the withering power in his body into his body, which was simply suicide.

However, the scene in which he imagined that the boy in front of him would turn into a pool of blood and die was not seen for a long time. Even, he felt that the withering power that he had spent decades to cultivate was actually cutting off his connection with him.

It seemed as if there was a demon in the young man's body. It was its power that suppressed the withering power of turbulence, and even made this kid able to swallow his withering power.

Feeling the continuous loss of power, the Taoist Kumu was furious and opened his dry big hand and pounced on him like an evil ghost.

"Bastard, return my withered power."

After practicing the Dao Wood Technique, the Dao Wood was as thin as firewood, but it was extremely hard. Qin Feng could not break free for a moment when he was hugged and locked his body.

In addition, although the withering power in the body is suppressed by the unknown "soul fire", it is very likely that it will be backfired if you are not careful. Qin Feng has to be extremely cautious!

Seeing the power continue to lose, the Daoman Killer's eyes were as big as a mad dog, and his blood-covered eyes were bitten fiercely at Qin Feng like a wild beast.

Everyone saw that the body of the Dead Wood Taoist was constantly withering and losing its vitality.

Obviously, while practicing the power of withering, the power of the remnant Taoist was also injected into it. Once the power of withering is lost, his vitality will be swallowed by the man in black robe in front of him. No wonder he is so crazy!
Chapter completed!