C373 Bloodbath (1)

The palm shadows were vast and vast like a sea of gold!

The sea of gold churned like a tide, shaking the surrounding space as it plummeted towards Chu Mo's head.

In order to get back at him, Dongfang Jingfeng unhesitatingly used the Martial Skills. Although the grade of the Martial Skills wasn't too high, under the imposing aura of his tyrannical realm, it still couldn't be underestimated.

Both of Chu Mo's feet lightly pressed against the ground, and his body retreated, instantly pulling back ten meters, creating a distance between him and his opponent.

Dongfang Jingfeng had long since anticipated this. He chased after him with a sneer in his eyes: "You want to retreat now? "Too late!"

Chu Mo's expression did not change, while he was retreating, both of his arms were trembling, the muscles on his body bulged, unleashing a large amount of power, he rolled up his sleeves and clashed with it, releasing a clear sound, like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

Ten sounds, no more, no less!

Ten echoes of Tyrant Fist, long time no see!

Chu Mo clenched both his hands, and gathered all of the power of the Tyrant Fist into the center of his fist. The strong power was compressed into the narrow space in his palms, as he desperately tried to break through the restrictions, revealing a strong force fluctuation.

"Howl!"

He punched out with his fist, cleansing the air and advancing forward!

Suddenly, the tyrannical fist strength shook and rushed into the golden palms that filled the sky with a thunderous speed. As it trembled, it released many powerful attacks and continuously broke through palm images, producing thunderous sounds.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Following the thunderous voice, the golden palm continued to annihilate, turning into flue gas and dissipating, just like a burst of soap bubbles.

However, there were at least a hundred golden palms. The remaining palm images continued to surge forward with great force, turning into a huge palm that ruthlessly smashed onto Chu Mo's fist. It was extremely tyrannical.

"Rumble!"

The palm image of the ocean and the power of the Tyrant Fist finally clashed head on, causing power to suddenly explode and create the sound of thunder from the ninth heaven.

In that moment, a tyrannical wave of power exploded out from the point of contact between the palms and fists. With an irresistible force, it blasted out in all directions, breaking all the tree in the vicinity.

Under the impact of the impact, Chu Mo and Orion Peak were also pushed back from the impact. They flew through the sand, flying out of the smoke and dust, and left ravines in the grass.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out from Chu Mo's mouth, staining the front of the Clothes s. On the back of his right fist, there was a deep bloody wound;

On the other hand, the Orion Monastery was as steady as a pine tree, as if nothing had happened to them. Except for the light flick of the hand in his sleeve, they were able to dispel the residual pain.

He had to admit that Chu Mo's power was really strong, to the point that he was somewhat troubled by his power.

But, luckily he had won, and was able to determine Chu Mo's true strength. Although he was not weak, he was still far weaker than himself.

Thinking this way, Dongfang Jingfeng coldly smiled, and mocked: "Kid, I thought you were very strong, but it turns out you are just an ordinary Body Cultivator."

Chu Mo did not get angry, his expression did not even change as he said: "I have never said that I'm very strong, and that's only your imagination after losing a move!"

Looking at Chu Mo's feigned relaxed attitude, Dong Fang Rufeng felt a bit unhappy for some reason, and said: "Kid, with your current strength, you are basically no match for me. If you don't want to die, then quickly scram.

Chu Mo tore off a piece of cloth from his body, and seriously twined it around the wound on his hand, slowly and unhurriedly, and said: "There are some things that you should do once you promise to others. "Moreover, if you chase me away, I'm afraid you still aren't qualified enough."

"Hahahahaha …"

Dongfang Jingfeng laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, and said: "Am I not qualified? Kid, you still have not understood the current situation. Although you are an individual cultivator, you should not be so arrogant, not every Body Cultivator can be so arrogant! "

Chu Mo finally bandaged the back of his hand, twisted his neck and said: "Since that's the case, then come. I want to see what kind of strength the experts in Fantasy Star Ranking have."

"I never thought that you would actually know Fantasy Star Ranking. Alright, I'll let you experience it!"

As soon as his voice fell, the Spiritual Energy of the Eastern Sharp Peak surged violently as his body suddenly moved, shooting out explosively like an arrow leaving the bow.

Golden light flourished, and with the form of a fist, he punched out, dispersing the air around him. A gigantic golden fist image actually formed in the air, howling through the air, striking towards Chu Mo.