With a shout, the fighting spirit of the Sun Nether Fire Earth Demon rushes out from his palms, burning towards Potter's right leg like two fire dragons.

"ah……"

Potter's heart sank, and his reaction was very fast. Without thinking, he instinctively slashed the rocks under his body with his left palm. With the recoil force, he forced himself to stop his body and flew forward. His right palm condensed into a fierce dark fighting spirit. He swept back like a python, which was rapidly bent like a slanted figure.

This palm poured out all the dark fighting spirit in his body for the rest of his life. He decided to break free from Zhao Hu's grasp with one blow just like the previous moment, and escaped from the dilemma for the second time.

"ah……"

Zhao Hu used the force of pulling his arms and the rebounding force of his shoulders hitting the ground, bounced fiercely from the ground like a furious lion, and hit Potter's palms. The flame demon fighting spirit was forced to shave straight by the crazy fighting spirit, and he was as terrifying as the demon in a wrapped fire tower.

"Bang!"

A loud bang lifted the ground, and countless rocks within a radius of 1,000 meters collapsed and splashed, making a hissing and sharp sound. A cloud of dust like mushrooms stormed the sky, and the scene was amazing!

Porter's palm hit Zhao Hu's chest armor with a landslide.

"Well……"

Zhao Hu groaned, and a big bunch of blood was shot out from the gap between the armor on his face. He glared in his eyes, and beyond Porter's expectations, he actually withstood his full-strength attack.

"How is this... possible?..." Porter's shock was so hard to describe!

When resisting the strange and domineering force of sucking, he had condensed all over his body and stopped angrily, lifting it up. Why did he use the same trick again at this moment and ended in failure? This question was too difficult to figure out when he wanted to break his head. He was stunned for a moment and stood there.

Zhao Hu knew in his heart that he had absorbed Porter's dark fighting spirit. Although the time was short, at the moment when he first started to fight back without thinking and intend to break free, the Jueyin pericardial meridian of his hand was almost burst out by the rapid airflow, and the strength of the fighting spirit increased by nearly a thousand years. The newly absorbed dark fighting spirit, refined by the holy fire, quickly burst out from the sun-like holy fire and included in his meridians. As each other grew, his strength was weakened, but his strength increased sharply. Although there was still a gap, relying on the defense of the long sword, he successfully endured the heavy blow that he could not bear the moment before!

"Hehehe..."

Zhao Hu's gloomy grinning made Porter tremble all over his body in shock.

It was so soon that Zhao Hu was not afraid of the violent shock. He took Potter's heavy blow with his chest, gritted his teeth and endured the boiling blood. His hands and ten fingers seemed like steel claws and iron hooks. With a bang, he locked his bowl tightly without waiting for his right palm to retreat.

"No……"

Potter stared at the terrifying pair of demonic palms in fear, exclaimed in a flash, and swept over with his left palm with a sharp energy.

"Hehehe..."

Zhao Hu's sinister smile was like a yellow bell, reverberating in his ear chakra.

"Shit..."

The irresistible strange suction force suddenly surged. Just as Potter was fighting back with all his might, the fighting spirit in his body surged, as if the evil waves were empty. He was sucked and poured into the Jueyin pericardial meridian of his hand on Zhao Hu's right arm. The almost bursting pain filled his whole body like lightning.

The holy fire blood-refining Qi Ban in Zhao Hu's dantian rotated rapidly, and the dark fighting spirit of the Jueyin Pericardium meridian followed his hand was like a river flowing back to the river, pouring into it.

"Bang!"

Porter's violent left palm hit Zhao Hu's chest hard. The surface of the dark and shiny magic armor spread out layers of ripples like water patterns, which promptly offset some of the force. More powerful Dou Qi rushed in. With a sound of the bulging, the sound of Dou Qi bursting, the armor sounded from the chest, and the demonic energy like rain shot up.

"Puff!" Dripping blood fell to the ground in the cracks on Zhao Hu's face.

"ah……"

Zhao Hu roared wildly, and his ten fingers exerted force into the flesh and blood of the bowl like ten steel claws. Under the neurons of the middle finger, a black air flow visible to the naked eye was rapidly sucked into his fingers, flashing through his arms and chest, and injecting into his Dantian fire wheel.

"Hmph, let you...how hard hit you?...I...I'm fighting you to the death!..."

Zhao Hu, who was almost crazy, was stimulated by the demon's nature of being severely hit harder and stronger, shouted fiercely, and he opened his mouth and dripped more blood from the cracks of his face armor and dripped from the cracks on the rocks.

Zhao Hu was injured, and he was seriously injured!

But the more serious the injury, the higher the fighting spirit of Zhao Hu, and the stronger his crazy fighting spirit!

Potter is an important milestone figure in the process of practicing Tianyan Art. He absorbed five thousand years of skills and took it for himself, which was no less than jumping to a level out of thin air, and he could soar in combat. At this point, seeing that he was exhausted from his skills, an undepressing sense of excitement, accompanied by the harsh pain under his serious injury, surged into every cell.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

The fearful Potter did not believe that he could not break free from Zhao Hu's restraint. In his mind, under high tension and fear, he successfully broke free from Zhao Hu the moment before, and almost escaped from the peaks. With one more force, he could shake Zhao Hu and escape from the sky. Under this devilish psychological effect, he swung his left palm and almost madly hit Zhao Hu's chest and abdomen.

He was going to smash the hard, madly dark armor!

If it weren't for the defensive effect of that magical magic armor, Zhao Hu would be his opponent? Potter hated the dark and shiny magic armor to death, and no longer had the greed he had for himself. He wanted to smash it so hard that Zhao Hu would be shaken away and let him have a trace of escape.

The fierce and fierce fighting spirit was like a firing shell, exploding and striking hard on Zhao Hu’s chest!

The series of fierce attacks made Zhao Hu tremble like waves, making him unable to stand firmly like a sandbag practicing boxing, and was hit in the air, allowing thousands of fist shadows to explode between his chest and abdomen.

Zhao Hu fought hard, and he gritted his teeth and struggled. He grabbed Potter's bowl with ten fingers and fell into flesh and blood, like a welding point. No matter how fierce the attack was, he would never let go!

He insisted, with only one thought in his mind: It's soon, it's soon, Potter's doomsday is coming soon!

Potter's reckless counterattack made a large amount of dark fighting spirits suck and swallowed, and passed quickly at an incredible speed.

Whenever Porter improves the power of the Dou Qi source and makes a fierce attack, he will find out in fear that without waiting for the punch to hit Zhao Hu's chest and abdomen, the strength of the punch will quickly disappear halfway, which forces him to strive to increase more Dou Qi to maintain the attack power that destroys thousands of men.

But the new fighting spirit will quickly pass as soon as it surges into the palm of your arms.

Porter only felt the essence of life for five thousand years, as if the old man of time had increased the speed of time loss, quickly escaped from his powerful demon body. The surging source of Dou Qi was shrinking rapidly. The feeling of despair was like a pool of deep water nourishing him. He found that the water source on which he relied on was leaking a hole from the bottom, and a large amount of water quickly passed away. The loophole was showing signs of increasing size, and the rate of loss was getting faster and faster.

His punching speed was getting slower and slower, and each punch was much less powerful than the previous punch.

A terrible feeling of nearly despair enveloped the heart of the Black Blood Lord, who had been hiding for five thousand years. Then he woke up like a dream. He hurriedly stopped and sat down on his horse, returned to his cage with his palms, shouted, revitalizing the remaining dark fighting spirit, and desperately offsetting the sucking power of fear.

The turbulent air sucked and became slower!

With a thud, Zhao Hu, who was hit by a series of critical strikes, fell to the ground. He was wrapped in the steel armor, who seemed like an Iron Man. The surface of the armor on the front was stained with a lot of blood, and the rocks under the ground were also splashed with blood. Only a pair of eyes that never gave up burning with a crazy fighting spirit, shot out a chilling murderous aura.

"Hehe...hehe...hehe..."

The sound of gasping for coughing and gasping sounds intermittently and severely sneered, accompanied by frequent severe blows and severe injuries.

"Potter...has a good thing... how many more punches do you do?"

Zhao Hu's unspoken provocation sounds seemed to be unbearable sarcasm, echoing over the two of them, who were connected to each other and confronting each other.

"You don't have a plant! I, Zhao Hu, are you welcome!" Zhao Hu suddenly roared with a fierce look with a high pitch.

Potter, who struggled to offset the strange and unpredictable sucking power, turned pale as paper when his dark and ferocious face, and his devil's eyes as copper bells shot out a terrifying light, and he looked at Zhao Hu in front of him in horror.

With a scream, the sucking force coming from Zhao Hu's body suddenly increased. Potter felt in fear that the rushing air flowing like a stream had suddenly increased into a suction force like a long river. The source of Dou Qi seemed to be dug open, and a large amount of dark Dou Qi followed the invisible crack and disappeared rapidly.

"ah……"

A trembling muffled groan trembled out of Potter's lips. He was shocked to find that no matter how hard he struggled or how breathing his breath was held, it would be difficult to block the cracking hole, nor could it retain the rapidly lost dark fighting spirit. The helpless feeling that made people want to go crazy almost made him faint.

Potter was frightened to discover that Zhao Hu's evil magic of sucking and sucking his skills was not simply sucking his skills away, but could quickly take them for himself, and in the shortest time, he gained a drastic increase in his strength and became stronger. This unheard of heaven-defying technique made him feel as if he was desperate to fall into the abyss.
Chapter completed!