Chapter 762

The blood flag in his hand fluttered with the wind and made a hunting sound. The blood patterns on the flag cloth were like living creatures, but they began to creep slowly and rushed out together towards the front.

Then, under everyone's attention, Fang Han's footsteps stopped suddenly, his arm drew a strange arc, and the blood flag suddenly waved.

"Heaven punishes ghost fire!"

A strange purple fire bloomed. It was so strange and overbearing that it dyed the whole space black and purple.

In the void, above Fang Han's head, the endless purple fire was rolling, becoming more and more thick, breaking out a shrill wailing sound, as if it had condensed countless innocent souls.

The roaring sound came out, and the purple fire slowly came down. The fierce gun awn was instantly annihilated under the purple fire, and the flame rose, which directly destroyed everything and killed Mo Wugui.

"Heaven punishes ghost fire?"

The crowd only felt the roar of their heads, the dilation of their pupils, and even the palms unconsciously exuded dense fine sweat.

The name of the purple fire is called heaven punishment ghost fire. It's so overbearing.

Heaven's punishment is the punishment of heaven and earth. No one can stop it. Even the gods have to submit to it, which represents absolute power.

It can be seen how confident and even conceited Fang Han is about the power of purple fire.

A fire falling down is like the punishment of heaven and earth. It can destroy all things and burn all things.

Moreover, the bloody blood flag is not a mortal thing. In addition to manipulating the heaven punishment ghost fire, it can also burst out such a bleak sound, which is transmitted to people's mind and soul, which is comparable to the sound wave soul formula.

Such a terrible attack was impeccable. Even Han Xiaozi felt a palpitation and frowned tightly.

He always thought that Fang Han's strength was too weak, so he would directly admit defeat.

Now it seems that he guessed wrong. Fang Han's strength is strong enough to match that of the sage. The reason why he conceded defeat is that he doesn't want to consume his physical strength and don't fight uncertain battles.

"Is this Fang Han's card?" Ye Chen looked up at the endless ghost fire, and his heart was covered with a layer of haze.

Boom!

The whole challenge arena shook for a moment, and the terrible purple fire finally dissipated. Soon, the smoke filled the air, and the two figures swept out, standing in the void, 100 meters apart, looking at each other coldly.

On Fang Han's hand, the blood flag remained, the purple fire cage covered his body, full of evil breath, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, naturally, there is no return.

He was not hurt, but the dark spear in his hand became much dimmer, and a trace of anger swirled around it, without the original edge.

"The gun soul is extremely fierce and domineering. It's really strong. No wonder it can stop my punishment ghost fire." Fang Han praised, but the disdain smile on his face was stronger.

"Noisy!"

Mo Wugui opened his mouth, spit out a cold sound, stepped out, and waved his long gun in the void. The Spear's awn was boundless and almost connected into a piece. It was like a long flowing ocean and disappeared.

"The angry dragon goes to sea!"

Endless spear awns burst out, and a hazy halo appeared at the top of Mo Wugui's head. The halo looked like a long gun, full of smart meaning. It flashed through the void and killed Fang Han.

Gun soul!

Ye Chen's eyes coagulated slightly. It was only a long time before Mo Wugui could condense the martial spirit to this extent. On the first day of Tianshen palace, the talent was really terrible.

The blow at the moment is the strongest blow of Mo Wugui. It can be said that it is infinitely close to the real strong man of the holy way.

"Even if your martial spirit is so strong, it won't be the sky punishment ghost fire of our enemy." Fang Han sneered, waved the blood flag, and the sky punishment ghost fire fell down again.

But different from the last time, the color of the ghost fire seems to have become deeper. Even, in the center of the ghost fire, there is a touch of scarlet color, like blood, emitting a strong smell of blood.

"Die!"

Fang Han roared, the ghost fire fell, and collided with Mo Wugui's gun soul.

Then, the roar continued to sound and burst out. The fire and gun awns ran wantonly in the void. Everywhere they went, everything turned into pieces. Even some unlucky practitioners were pierced and fell to the ground, whining constantly, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

"Let's do it together!"

Lin Xinghan and Chang Qingshan looked at each other and rushed out at the same time. With their hands open, two space cracks appeared within a hundred meters around the challenge arena.

Buzzing, buzzing!

A terrible suction burst out, and the scattered gun and fire awns were involved in the space cracks. Many elders of the heavenly god palace also rushed over and fought together, so that the chaos of the scene could be alleviated.

"Ah!"

Just then, a scream came out. On the chaotic challenge arena, a pillar of blood gushed out and dyed the sky red. At the same time, it also made the eyes of the crowd focus on the past.

In the field of vision, Mo Wugui knelt on the ground on one knee and did not die. However, his left arm disappeared, and the blood flowed continuously from the fracture, which was somewhat shocking.

Space, as if solidified at this moment.

The crowd's breathing also stopped without any action, but in this dead silence, Fang Han still stood in the void with a blood flag in his hand, and gave a sneer and disdain smile.

The two fought, and the final victory actually belonged to Fang Han.

The hearts of the crowd were full of shock, but also full of regret. In this war, one left arm was cut off and its strength was greatly damaged. I'm afraid it will be difficult to give full play to its strength in the subsequent duel.

The first day of Tianshen palace is coming. I'm afraid it will fall here.

Liu Wenqing's eyes were stiff there. Lin Xinghan's body was shaking. Mo Wugui was defeated and broke to leave an arm. They couldn't accept such a result.

It's hard to cultivate a peerless genius in the outer palace of the heavenly god palace, but it will fall in the end. It's too ruthless.

"Winner, Fang Han."

Chang Qingshan announced expressionless. In fact, he was still a little happy. Mo Wugui was a disciple of the outer palace and did not belong to his inner palace. Once he fell, the outer palace would become more unbearable, which was good news for the inner palace.

At the same time, Chang Qingshan is also very interested in cold. If such a crazy person can be manipulated in his hand, it can be regarded as a sharp weapon.

Especially the blood flag, which is too powerful, must be collected under his command.

"Now it seems that you are the one who talks big. Fang Han smiled coldly and turned around smartly, but his eyes fell on Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, when you cut off my left arm, I suffered all the humiliation. Today, it's time to calculate the gratitude and resentment between you and me. I just hope you won't be a coward and don't even have the courage to fight."

The voice fell. Fang Han stretched out his palm and cut his neck at Ye Chen. His face was full of provocation.

Fang Han didn't forget the original hatred, and even branded it in the bone marrow and read it day by day.

For, is in the Imperial War, a snow before shame!

Today, he wins Liu Wenqing first and then loses. His strength is so strong that everyone is shocked.

All this is just paving the way.

The ultimate goal is to invite Ye Chen and even defeat Ye Chen with a detached attitude.