At this moment, another strange scene appeared on the stage. Only the afterimage was left standing there, cautiously on guard. As for Feng Hao, he had disappeared without a trace.
"It really is the talent of space."
On the high platform, the eyes of the big shots flashed with understanding. Then, they couldn't help but feel their hearts palpitate.
The Eight Aperture Body had brought them too much surprise. Not to mention the strange power of lightning and pitch-black energy, the power of space was really not to be underestimated.
In ancient times, the ferocious beast Azure Dragon had relied on its extreme talent of space to rampage across the world. No one could do anything to it. It could travel millions of miles in an instant. Even the gods couldn't catch up to its speed.
…
Creak … Creak …
There was a sudden movement on the stage. The space within ten meters of the afterimage shattered into pieces of blade-like void in all directions. Moreover, they were rapidly shooting towards the afterimage.
"Insignificant skill."
Although the afterimage was a little surprised, he quickly reacted. The scarlet longsword in his hand swung, directly destroying the blades. The blades that came into contact with the blades exploded into nothingness.
However, the rain of blades seemed to be endless. Space was constantly being torn apart. Then, it turned into killing weapons that streaked across the sky with ear-piercing sounds, attacking the afterimage in all directions.
"Oh, there's hope."
Long Yue Guan, who was sitting on the ground, immediately jumped up when he saw this scene. He excitedly looked at the stage, as if trying to find traces of Feng Hao. He even muttered, "Good lad, you really have a lot of trump cards. If I, the old dragon, were to encounter such a move, I would definitely be riddled with holes …"
…
Chi La.
Following a light piercing sound, an extremely murderous aura spread out. Behind the afterimage, a huge pitch-black sword slashed towards his back.
Clang.
That murderous intent caused his hairs to stand on end. With a flip of his hand, he raised his sword and collided with the pitch-black sword. A clanging sound that sounded like metal colliding rang out, and the space within it split apart.
However, when he wanted to give chase, the rain of blades made it difficult for him to move.
That's because there were silver-white arcs of lightning on those spatial blades. The pure destructive aura told him that those blades could break through the defense of his Divine Armor.
Then, everyone saw that in the endless rain of blades, there was a huge pitch-black sword that was constantly attacking from all sorts of tricky angles. It slashed towards the vital parts of the afterimage, causing him to be a little busy.
"Talent of space?"
Very quickly, the afterimage thought of this point. Although he was shocked in his heart, his expression did not change. On the contrary, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. In an instant, his scarlet pupils had some changes. The originally deathly still sea of blood had actually started to boil like a volcano.
"Asura Blood Prison."
He responded calmly as he chanted an ancient incantation that sounded like the Burning Sound. Suddenly, a huge amount of blood energy erupted from his body like magma. It gathered around him and formed a crimson space that was five to six meters wide. It was filled with a murderous aura as if it was a sea of blood in hell.
This was a powerful formation technique, and it was frightening.
Once the Blood Realm was formed, the surrounding space immediately split apart. It was simply unable to endure the existence of the Blood Prison. The blades that were constantly attacking were only able to tear a hole in the Blood Prison before they were quickly devoured. They couldn't even get close to the afterimage. When they were a meter away from the afterimage, they were melted away.
Feng Hao, who was hiding in the flowing light space, was naturally exposed before him.
"Slash."
With the protection of the blood prison, he directly slashed at Feng Hao with the scarlet longsword in his hand. It drew a scarlet arc that was extremely eye-catching in the pitch-black flowing light space.
"Universal Sky Walking Art."
Feng Hao used the half-baked secret technique and appeared behind him in an instant. The pitch-black longsword in his hand directly slashed into the scarlet blood prison.
Although it was difficult for him to use it, his speed was greatly increased. It was at least five or six times faster than before.
"Clang."
The pitch-black longsword and the scarlet longsword collided in the pitch-black flowing light space, producing a clanging sound. A huge force swept out, forcing Feng Hao to retreat.
"He can actually control the power of space."
After witnessing this scene, many people in the distance exclaimed in surprise. Their eyes were wide open as if they had seen something unbelievable.
The Eight Apertures Body possessed energy no less than divine energy. Now, with the power of space, could it be that he was going to defy the heavens and become the fourth God Master?
In fact, Feng Hao was also quite depressed. He had to dodge. If he fought against the afterimage head-on, he would definitely be the one at a disadvantage.
The afterimage controlled thirty percent of the Asura Divine Energy, and its realm was higher than his. No matter how they fought, Feng Hao was at a disadvantage. At this time, he could only rely on the power of Heavenly Punishment and the power of space to contend with the afterimage, find a flaw, and find a chance to win.
"Clang."
After being forced back again, the huge force rebounded back, shaking Feng Hao's palm until it almost cracked. His chest felt stuffy, and he almost spat out the blood that had rushed up to his throat.
"I can't fight him head-on."
Using the secret technique, Feng Hao retreated far away, his brows slightly furrowed.
Fighting head-on was too disadvantageous. If this dragged on, he would definitely be the one to lose.
"Heaven-Flipping Palm."
Without any hesitation, Feng Hao changed his technique. He dispersed the giant sword in his hand and condensed a pitch-black palm with electric arcs.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble …"
The massive palm was like a primordial war chariot, causing space to tremble as thunderous roars resounded in the Flowing Light Space. Along with a great pressure, it pressed towards the afterimages in the Blood Prison.
"Slash."
The afterimage did not show any fear. Her scarlet eyes were like blazing flames as a baleful aura soared into the sky, shattering the space in this region. She raised the scarlet longsword in her hand and slashed it towards the seal.
"Swoosh."
An ear-piercing sound pierced through the air, and even the pitch-black Flowing Light Space drew a scarlet arc. The sky was filled with killing intent, and it really looked like the Asura Hell. The scarlet long sword was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, slashing at the pitch-black palm.
"Boom."
The two sides collided, and the giant palm was cut in half. Instantly, a huge wave of energy raged like a tsunami. The Blood Prison around the afterimage was almost shattered, and blood energy spilled everywhere.
Feng Hao was not surprised that the afterimage could slash the Heaven-Flipping Palm. However, his heart was a little heavy.
At this moment, he had used all his skills, but he still could not do anything to the afterimage. Was he going to lose this battle?
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