C6172 Master Zhang Began to Move
C6172 Master Zhang Began to Move
Wang Zhenyuan's boss opened his eyes in a daze and asked.
Wang Zhenyuan was silent for a long time before he slowly replied, "It seems like Master Zhang has already begun to take action!"
"What? Master Zhang has already begun?"
Hearing this, Wang Zhenyuan's old wife was shocked and said in disbelief.
"Rumble…"
A thunderous sound resounded through the sky. A huge golden Fist Astral stood in the sky, forcefully stopping the Black Blood Old Demon's crimson palm.
Sensing this, the Black Blood Old Demon's expression became serious. He quickly withdrew his attack and the crimson palm gradually dissipated.
Zhang Xiaofann slowly shook his index finger, his face full of disapproval, and said, "You, Black Blood Old Demon, are obviously exaggerating!"
"Heh, you sure have a sharp tongue!"
The Black Blood Old Demon snorted coldly and rose from the ground. He turned in the air and instantly flew out a few hundred meters away, standing on the shoulder of the blood-colored giant.
"Blood Demon Descends, Blood Demon Covering the Sky Hand!"
The Black Blood Old Demon slowly extended his right hand, and the huge blood-colored giant also slowly extended his blood-red palm. The blood-colored light in the center of his palm surged, turning into a blood-red vortex. It contained an incomparably vast and destructive aura.
A large tree suddenly rose from the ground and was swept away by the violent wind. In just an instant, it disappeared without a trace, turning into powder.
Zhang Xiaofann's expression did not change at all. He just gently stepped on the ground, and a loud sound came from the air. He had already rushed up again!
"Shattering Divine Fist, break for me!"
Zhang Xiaofann ruthlessly threw out a punch. The huge Fist Astral swept across the sky, and then it started to spin violently, turning into a scarlet-golden devil's head that ruthlessly attacked the center of the huge vortex.
The violent wind howled in the air. The golden and red collided in midair. In just an instant, Zhang Xiaofann's expression couldn't help but change.
Because he could clearly feel that the punch he had just thrown out had a feeling of being like a mud bull entering the sea. There was no way to find the point of strength.
In an instant, Zhang Xiaofann could clearly sense that the Fist Astral that he had offered up was completely devoured by the blood-red vortex, as if it had never existed before.
"Hmm?!"
Sensing this, Zhang Xiaofann's face also flashed with a hint of astonishment, and he felt a little puzzled in his heart.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
"Zhang Wutian, Blood Demon Bone Melting Palm can transform thousands of things in this world. Even the powerful Fist Astral formed by the Vital Spirit can devour all of them in an instant!"
"Therefore, no matter how powerful your next attack is, in front of my Blood Demon Bone Melting Palm, it is just a useless effort. It's just a futile effort..."