When everyone heard Ling Yun's words, they couldn't help swallowing a few saliva.

The power of blood?

Still mere?

This momentum alone is enough to make everyone present frightened, right?

This kid is so calm, does he have any means?

But he is only young, how could he master more powerful means?

All kinds of questions, doubts, and confusions kept lingering in everyone's hearts.

So much so that everyone's eyes fell on Ling Yun in one go. They all wanted to take a look. How should Ling Yun react when facing such an extremely powerful bloodline as Mei Fengtian?

"A sinister, you dare to speak wildly when you die. Go to hell and let my son be buried with you."

"Bloody battles in all directions."

Mei Fengtian was like a completely furious lion.

The lion trembled with anger.

Mei Fengtian rushed towards Lingyun as if carrying a bloody light.

This time, he did not use any powerful means.

Simply use fists and palms to attack.

But it gives people a sense of simplicity and rudeness.

Lingyun's eyes were condensed, fearless and without any negligence.

"Thunder Lion Transformation, Thunder Soaring God Fist."

A punch was blown out.

Finally, they slammed Mei Qingge's fist and palms together.

Under such a collision, Ling Yun retreated repeatedly, and finally was shaken by Mei Fengtian's punch for dozens of meters away. The qi and blood in his body were disordered, and blood almost spurted out.

"Aren't you strong physical strength? Are you not very arrogant? Now I see what you can resist me? I see what arrogance you have. Die for me."

Mei Fengtian refused to give up and did not give Ling Yun any time to breathe.

The fierce offensive came like a storm.

Ling Yun had no choice.

"Dragon Raid Magic."

"Thunder lion turns out to explode."

"Thunder Soul God Fist exploded."

Crackling.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions continued to gather on Ling Yun's body, and endless thunder lightning continued to flash on the surface of Ling Yun's body, instantly decorating Ling Yun like a thunder god.

As soon as the Thunder God appeared, the Thunder God Fist was like an angry roaring wave, hitting out with a bang.

But what Ling Yun never expected was that even under the explosion of the Dragon Raid magical power, his Thunder Scream Fist could not get the advantage in Mei Fengtian's hands. Instead, his body was once again blown away by Mei Fengtian's attack for more than ten meters.

A mouthful of scarlet blood could not be suppressed.

"Sure enough, he has lost all his skills and has no capital to fight Mei Fengtian."

"Mei Fengtian's bloodline power that fights blood in all directions is really terrifying. He is simply an overlord-level existence."

"That kid is dead."

“…”

Seeing such a scene, everyone couldn't help but talk.

In their opinion, Ling Yun was defeated step by step and was no match for Mei Fengtian at all.

But Ling Yun did not give up.

The whole person is still in a tense state.

He would not think he would lose until the last moment without fighting.

"The third finger of the Phoenix Tribulation Heaven Finger, the third finger of the Heavenly Phoenix Finger."

An ancient giant finger broke out from the void, and finally turned into a beautiful sky phoenix hovered in the sky.

"go."

Ling Yun did not want to be beaten passively, so he chose to take the initiative.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect there were some tricks. But this trick is nothing in front of me now."

"Break it for me."

Mei Fengtian sneered, his handprint changed, and a giant palm condensed out of thin air, and he fiercely confronted Tianfeng.

After the encounter, the terrible momentum did not appear.

Instead, it is a kind of calmness.

Tianfeng's finger was silently shattered and completely dissipated under Mei Fengtian's palm.

"The true explanation of the sword path: the entry into the sword posture."

Lingyun was not discouraged.

He believed that Mei Fengtian's blood power could not be maintained forever.

After all, the blood factor in the human body is limited, and the blood force awakened by the burning blood factor is naturally impossible to be continuous. Using extremely powerful attacks to exhaust his energy, physical strength and blood power may be a good choice.

"A little trick to carving insects."

Seeing Ling Yun take action again, Mei Fengtian still sneered and quickly resisted him easily.

Next.

"The Dragon Martial Sword Technique exploded."

"The three swords of the God of Killing exploded."

"The eyes of the destruction gods burst out."

"Thunder Yao's Killing Sword Explodes."

“…”

Ling Yun spared no effort to throw out almost all the methods he had mastered.

And everyone around was surprised by Ling Yun's fancy moves.

For them, those sets of methods are all destructive existences.

Even Mei Fengtian was slightly surprised.

But it was just a little surprised.

Because with the blessing of the bloody battle between the eight directions, Mei Fengtian still easily blocked all these moves.

"Haha, boy, what tricks do you have? Just use them."

Mei Fengtian also wanted to see what good things Ling Yun had obtained in the space behind the rock wall.

Ling Yun's face was solemn. Unexpectedly, after using so many attacks, not only did he not cause any damage to Mei Fengtian, but he also consumed a lot of energy. This was undoubtedly bad news.

Seeing Ling Yun's solemn look on his face, Mei Fengtian sneered repeatedly: "Since you have no other means and now you lack spiritual power in your body, you don't have the need to live in this world anymore."

Mei Fengtian's eyes suddenly became cold, and a strong murderous intent burst out to the extreme in an instant.

Immediately, the iron blade appeared in his hand again.

"Three thousand blade techniques, only the peak of the blade can move the universe."

Mei Fengtian no longer has any delays.

The blade technique in his hand surged.

In a moment, a towering peak condensed in front of him.

The mountains cover the sky and the sun, and the blade light is infinite.

When everyone saw this scene, they agreed that the battle was about to end.

But at this moment.

Nine figures rushed from outside the crowd.

"Boss, we'll help you."

It was Ye Wusheng and Yun Qingxue who were nine.

When Yun Qingxue saw that everyone in the Liehuo Sect was dead, she probably knew what was going on here, but now that things have come to this, she no longer wants to worry about the choice between the Liehuo Sect and Ling Yun.

She followed her heart.
To be continued...