Chapter 1385 The last battle "Since this is the case, then the final will be held immediately, and the two of them will come to the stage!"

The crane-haired and child-faced old man took a deep look at the reincarnation, and after glancing at the person in charge of the Killing God Mansion, he spoke aloud again, announcing the start of the final of the new big competition this time!

"Wind Boy!"

When Feng Hao was about to take the stage, Long Yueguan on the side shouted, and he rushed over with his stunned gaze, avoiding the bear hug of Long Yueguan, and looked at him a little angrily.

"Wind boy, you must win the championship, my old dragon's net worth and life are in your hands, if you lose, then my old dragon's life will be boring, I will die here!"

Long Yueguan was teary-eyed, and said with a little choked up, but the tears couldn't fall, and the tears on his face were also a little traceless and messy.

"Uncle stinks so much, he still plays with saliva when he is so old......"

Xiao Qingmeng, who was held by Liu Yanyan, shaved his little face and confided the truth, looking at Long Yueguan's funny appearance, many ** laughed, but they all didn't understand why he was like this.

It stands to reason that Feng Hao can't win the championship, what does it have to do with him?

"I'll do my best!"

Feng Hao glared at him helplessly, threw a comforting look at Qiong Ling'er and the girls, and then swept up his body and floated into the ring.

When the two of them were in the ring, the noise of the audience gradually fell silent, and only the whining wind was ringing around.

"As soon as I said goodbye to the ancient tomb, I didn't expect to see Brother Remnant here. ”

Feng Hao did not show hostility, on the contrary, he even opened his mouth as if chatting with friends.

At that time, the afterimage was strange and powerful, and it was rumored that it had defeated many saint-level missions, and it also left a very deep impression on Feng Hao at that time, but the afterimage at that time should be in a state of self-sealing, not as powerful as it is now.

Until now, in fact, Feng Hao still didn't understand what the afterimage did at that time.

With his strength, why would he provoke those holy sons?

On the Tianwu Continent, the Saint Son level figures, that is absolutely powerful, is definitely the strongest of the younger generation.

However, why can't you get into the eyes of this Shura god body?

Unable to find an answer, Feng Hao can only attribute it to him, this is a strange person.

is also because he has room to spare his hands everywhere in the competition with Yan Qing, and he did not take the opportunity to kill him after the last one, so Feng Hao also has some good feelings for him.

The people of Shura Mansion are lurking beasts, powerful, but low-key, and when necessary, they will strike a fatal blow to the enemy!

This is a fitting analogy!

"Hmm!"

The afterimage nodded slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and it could be seen that he usually didn't talk much, and his personality was a little withdrawn.

He was also very surprised, he didn't expect that Feng Hao, who was cowardly and unbearable at the beginning, could stand in the ring with him today!

"There will be a lot of offense later, don't see the afterglow brother!"

After Feng Hao smiled slightly, the light in his eyes also condensed, and the originally dark pupils slowly turned into a red color.

Suddenly, the aura on his body changed from plain to violent, and the battle intent of the tyrant was soaring, making him look like a fierce god in ancient times.

The afterimage didn't say much, a pair of eyes like a blood hell, flashing like a crystal, a head of red hair sprinkled behind him, angry, terrifying, the surrounding sky was dyed red, like blood, reflecting him as if he was a hellish Shura.

"Huh!"

Feng Hao burst out, stomped under his feet, and the space shattered like glass, humanized the afterimage, and rushed towards the afterimage, with a rolling momentum like thunder, raised a fist with a silver-white arc, and smashed it down, along the way, a terrifying black trace was wiped out.

"Heavenly Demon Fist!"

A crystal red light flashed in the afterimage's eyes, and he raised his fist, with blood energy burning like a flame, and directly resisted.

"Bang Tom ......"

The two fists collided violently together, bursting out with a deafening explosion, the strong wind howled, the huge force burst out, Feng Hao was directly rushed away nearly two meters away, and the afterimage, the figure was just shaking, just half a step back!

Gao Xia paused, and this half step of retreat was still because of the component of the heavenly punishment energy, which made the afterimage unexpected, and suffered a small loss.

"Strange, why isn't Xuwu restless?"

Sensing that unusual blood energy, such a thought flashed through Feng Hao's mind, and he raised his fist again and rushed forward, like a fierce beast, pounced on his prey.

This incident made him really unable to understand why he would be restless when he encountered Lengyu Senxuwu.

If it is restless, perhaps, this one still has a good chance of winning.

"It's over, it's over, the wind boy is not that guy's opponent at all, it's over, it's over, it's not saved......"

Seeing that in the ring, Feng Hao, who was constantly retreating by the afterimage, sat on the ground with a buttocks, muttering silently in his mouth, and in his pair of pupils, he revealed a frightened look, and his body was crawling with goosebumps, and he shivered.

No one understood, and no one paid attention to him at this time, but the only ones who could understand him were Qiong Ling'er and others.

"Boom!"

With a bang, Feng Hao was directly thrown out of the air, and the afterimage also took five or six big steps backwards.

"It's so strong, sure enough, he's even stronger than the Supreme Hades Body!"

Feng Hao forcibly suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, and in his red and irritable eyes, he strangely showed calmness and prudence.

"Kill!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Hao condensed the power of void force, the power of battle intent, and the energy of heavenly punishment into a pitch-black giant sword, and suddenly, the cold breath impacted, and the space was pierced.

"Shura Destroys the World!"

The afterimage flipped over with one hand, and a crimson long sword was also condensed on his palm, mixed with the breath of blazing heat and cold, terrifying.

"Celestial Technique!"

However, Feng Hao did not face him head-on, and as soon as he moved his feet, he disappeared directly into the ring, if he turned into a wisp of breeze, he disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?"

Many people were stunned, not understanding what was going on, and their eyes were full of confusion.

It's incomprehensible that a living person disappeared so strangely!

"Could it be that he also cultivates concealment techniques?"

Someone doubted and raised his own doubts.

After all, the concealment technique of reincarnation is so completely that it disappears cleanly, and there is not even a breath left.

And the afterimage, just a little stunned, and then became more vigilant, and a layer of bright red armor climbed directly on his body.