Seeing that Mo Zhiyao was able to equal Huya Feng with just one blow, everyone in the Demon Soul Sect in the arena had shock on their faces, and even a few people exclaimed.
Those Nanyuan disciples didn't know, but these Demon Soul Sect disciples who were from the same sect as Hu Yafeng knew very well that Hu Yafeng's power was definitely second to none among the disciples in the sect and deserved to be the first.
That also refers to the normal state.
Now it has transformed into a powerful flaming tiger, which is enough to be called terrifying.
Unexpectedly, Mo Zhiyao managed to survive the confrontation with him, which shocked the disciples of the Demon Soul Sect.
Hu Yafeng also had a look of deep surprise in his eyes.
He had always been extremely confident in his own strength.
He never expected that this seemingly skinny young man in front of him would actually contain such terrifying power.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao charging forward, Hu Yafeng's eyes suddenly froze, his huge body shook, and his huge mouth opened, and a tiger roar full of violence burst out from his mouth.
The invisible sound waves carried substantial power, causing ripples of air to appear in the void.
Many people were so frightened by the roar that their blood boiled in their bodies and their eyes turned black.
It's just that it was affected.
That's it.
Mo Zhiyao, who is the first to bear the brunt, will face how terrifying it is.
As the sound wave passed by, Mo Zhiyao's figure also stagnated slightly, obviously affected by it.
But compared to others, he is countless times stronger.
And at the moment when Mo Zhiyao's body stagnated, Huya Feng's huge tiger claws suddenly flew away, flames lingered on it, and the majestic spiritual power roared out from the palm, exuding infinite power, as if Able to shake heaven and earth.
With the huge tiger palm reflected in the pupils of his eyes, Mo Zhiyao sneered, and then he clenched his palm into a fist, and billowing spiritual power suddenly surged into it.
Then, a punch filled with three-color spiritual power was blasted into the sky, Nothing fancy but as tough as Tiger Palm.
"Boom" The violent spiritual power swept across, and while the ruthless power fluctuations spread out, even the surrounding space was somewhat distorted.
The tiger claw was caught by Mo Zhiyao, but the flames lingering on it poured down, and in the blink of an eye, the swallowing fire snake wrapped Mo Zhiyao in it.
The blazing high temperature caused the ground of the arena to explode in an instant, and there were still signs of melting, which showed how fierce the tiger tooth wind was.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao being enveloped by such fierce flames, many people in the audience screamed in surprise.
And Hu Yafeng's eyes also showed a proud look.
However, the pride in Hu Yafeng's eyes had just stopped breathing, and then slowly solidified.
Because, at some point, a strange white flame was mixed into the originally crimson flames.
At first, the white flames were extremely small, completely negligible compared to the red flames.
However, after a blink of an eye, the white flames took on the power of a prairie fire, and the red flames seemed like snow exposed to the scorching sun.
In the blink of an eye, they were all expelled and replaced.
"That's the power of mutated fire spirit."
Huya Feng's eyes flashed with disbelief, "How can this kid have the power of mutated fire spirit?"
"Playing with fire, you really don't know what it means."
A cold voice with a sarcastic meaning came out from the forest-white flames, and Mo Zhiyao's figure appeared vaguely in Hu Yafeng's eyes.
The normal power of the fire spirit, facing the jade heart ice flame, is like the people meeting the emperor, and they can only bow their heads and surrender.
Mo Zhiyao slowly raised his head, with a sneer on his face, exuding a heart-stopping and dangerous smell.
Immediately, Mo Zhiyao stretched out his arm and slowly grasped Hu Yafeng's palm.
As Mo Zhiyao grasped his palm, the white flames rising from his body immediately roared out like a roaring wave, sucking in the tiger fang wind on the opposite side like lightning.
"Ah" a shrill scream that sent chills throughout the body came from Huya Feng's mouth, and his huge figure suddenly retreated back.
What makes people feel extremely strange is that the white flames covering his body do not emit blazing heat, but instead are filled with a coldness like a cold wind.
The chill that was as biting as the cold wind made everyone in the arena tremble involuntarily, feeling as if the spiritual energy in their bodies had become stagnant.
One can imagine what a miserable state the Hu Ya Feng must be in.
"Demon Flame Tiger Armor" Hu Yafeng gritted his teeth to hold back the bone-deep pain caused by the strange flames that shrouded his whole body.
He roared, and powerful spiritual power like waves continuously surged out of his body.
The fiery red spiritual power spread rapidly on Hu Yafeng's body, constantly shuttled over his skin.
The bright red light also shone out overwhelmingly at this moment.
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Amidst the clicking sound, a layer of crystal clear The red crystal armor completely wrapped Hu Yafeng's body in it.
The crimson crystal armor shines with dazzling light, like a hard diamond, giving people an extremely solid feeling.
The crystal armor was formed, and Hu Ya Feng's screams stopped.
Obviously, this demon flame tiger armor helped him successfully resist the burning of the jade heart ice flame.
After the crystal armor was condensed, Hu Yafeng's figure suddenly shook, and the spiritual power like a mountain torrent exploded directly in a arrogant manner, like a storm, shaking all the white flames covering his body away from the body.
After all, even if the Demonic Flame Tiger Armor is used, Hu Ya Feng cannot guarantee that it can withstand the blazing invasion of the mutated fire spirit power.
After shattering the Jade Heart Bingyan, Hu Yafeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Mo Zhiyao opposite with ferocious eyes.
On the tiger's face, there was a fierce murderous intention caused by rage.
"I didn't expect that you still have the power of mutated fire spirit in your body, but don't get too proud too early."
Hu Yafeng thought that the defeat just now was entirely due to his own carelessness.
With his later cultivation and superb combat power that was comparable to the peak of Seven Lines Hedao, he didn't believe that Mo Zhiyao could beat him.
Immediately, Hu Yafeng's body shook, and a rich fiery red spiritual power surged out of his body, and finally lingered on a pair of tiger claws.
The tips of the tiger claws glowed with a cold light.
"Let me show you what the peak combat power of Hedao is."
Hu roared, Huya Feng's hind legs suddenly kicked the ground, and then his body suddenly flashed out, waving his claws, and even the air was directly torn apart.
When it opened, the sharp sound of breaking through the air made many people's eardrums suddenly hurt.
The huge body, like a dark cloud, pressed down on Mo Zhiyao.
The strong wind brought by the fierce claws struck the ground, leaving shocking deep marks.
Looking at the pair of sharp claws coming at him, Mo Zhiyao's steps flickered, his body swayed strangely a few times, leaving a series of afterimages, and he dodged the storm-like attack.
A ghostly figure appeared beside Hu Yafeng.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were sharp, and his palm turned into a knife, which he suddenly slashed out.
"Bang" a low blow sounded, but what made Mo Zhiyao's pupils shrink was that such a sharp blow on Hu Yafeng's body did not achieve the expected effect.
On the contrary, the force that came back from the crystal armor made Mo Zhiyao's arms feel sore and numb.
"Boom" seized the momentary flaw caused by Mo Zhiyao's slight shock, and the tiger's tail, which was like a steel whip with tiger fangs, struck Mo Zhiyao's shoulder hard from an extremely tricky angle.
Mo Zhiyao, who was struck by a tiger fang tail whip, was shot backwards like a cannonball.
His feet scraped the ground and he retreated for more than ten feet before he slowly stopped.
Such a violent force also left two clear traces on the ground.
"Boy, my demon flame tiger armor is not so easy to shake.
You don't have the strength yet."
He whipped Mo Zhiyao away, Huya Feng immediately said proudly.
This blow allowed him to regain a lot of confidence that he had lost due to previous defeats.
"Really?
That's not necessarily true."
Mo Zhiyao licked the corners of his lips, half-squinted his eyes, and there was a deep solemn look in his eyes, and then said coldly.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhiyao's hands hanging in front of him slowly clenched into fists, and a powerful wave of spiritual power suddenly rippled out like a tidal wave.
A few sharp-eyed people in the field immediately discovered that Mo Zhiyao was exposed, and a faint glaze color appeared on his skin that was originally shining with a golden halo.
After refining the Heavenly Demon Puppet, there was still a lot of the Vajra Cast Body Saliva left, which Mo Zhiyao said according to Jiuse, was used to temper the physical body.
The Vajra Cast Body Saliva was originally used to strengthen the physical body.
Otherwise, Shakun and the others would not have chased Jun Ziqian and the others all the way, and they would have snatched it away.
After tempering with the saliva of the diamond cast body, Mo Zhiyao's physical strength increased to another level.
When combined with the golden body of the demon, it has reached a quite terrifying level.
As for how powerful his current physical body can be, Mo Zhiyao himself has no idea.
This is the first time he has used it against the enemy.
As for how powerful it is, Mo Zhiyao is also looking forward to it.
"I'll just use you to test it."
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Mo Zhiyao touched his fists lightly in front of him, and there was a crisp sound like gold and jade clashing.
Immediately, he suddenly kicked the ground with his feet, and his body transformed into a Streaming light burst out.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao charging head-on, Hu Yafeng sneered disdainfully, and his huge body with a heavy sense of oppression flew out suddenly.
In mid-air, two figures collided fiercely like meteors colliding
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