The prosperous age of blood

Chapter 119 The Power of Three Palms
On the arena, accompanied by two huge palm prints, there seemed to be roars of ferocious beasts. A cruel war was hidden in these palm prints. Staring at the palm prints was like reappearing the original war.

The city lords of the eighteen cities were all in a daze, as if they saw a bloody scene, the snowflakes were falling, and they were dyed red before they hit the ground. Countless blood warriors held weapons to protect their homes and relatives behind them, and they would rather use their bodies to block the beasts The fangs and claws are unwilling to take a step back.

For hundreds of years, the reason why the descendants of Shibacheng could not practice the Three Palms of Resisting Desolation is because they practiced only to possess this kind of power.After [-] days of penance, Qian Qi realized the hardships and sufferings of the Eighteen Cities Allied Forces when they fought against the beasts from the constant waving of their palms.

After experiencing this suffering, the palm technique is finally accomplished.

Booming, the two palm prints collided with the hammer and dissipated into nothing. Chaltai gasped heavily, watching Qianqi's eyes flashing a murderous intent. "I didn't expect you to practice the three palms of Zhenhuang, but fortunately, you have only practiced two palms, so it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Qian Qi smiled, but the palm he swung didn't take back, the blood in his brain gushed out instantly, his palm vibrated, and he yelled: "Second palm!"

Bang, there was a burst of blasting sound as if the air had exploded, and after the sound was Chaltair's embarrassed figure who was thrown upside down.

"Just because you dare to say that the three palms of Zhenhuang are nothing more than that?" Qianqi said with a cold face: "Three palms of Zhenhuang, the three palms are not three palms, but three forms. The first palm style is concentrated Blood energy forms palm prints; the second palm form compresses air and bursts out instantly."

The palm that Qianqi swung just now is the second palm, which compresses the air and finally produces a palm like an air bomb.

Chartai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and recalled the power of the palm just now, and panic surged in his heart. "There was no sign of the palm being swung out. I just felt that I was suddenly hit by an invisible force on my chest. Is this the power of the three palms of Zhenhuang?"

Chaltai's panic was not over yet, and Qianqi raised his palm again, facing the sky, and he could see traces of energy surging towards his palm from the sky and the earth, and finally transformed into dark red blood energy, blood energy Like boiling oil in a frying pan, there is a crackling sound when it boils.

Chaltai could feel how wild and powerful the energy condensed in Qianqi's palm was. The energy had not been fully condensed, and a dangerous signal had already risen in his heart.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful your palm is, you can't do anything if you can't hit me." Chaltai's eyes changed, and he began to move at a high speed, his body flickering after another.

"The third palm of Zhenhuang, this palm, let you understand why Fishegel can command eighteen cities!"

Qianqi raised his right hand with a firm grip, and the energy in the palm was instantly absorbed, and then a huge palm that was almost ten times his body appeared on top of his head. The bloody palm continued to expand, ten square, twenty square, three Ten square meters, and finally occupied almost half of the table.

There was a faint rumbling sound on the giant palm, which was different from the palm print of blood energy transformed into Zhenhuang's first palm. This giant palm was more solid and more destructive. The palm prints were clearly visible, and each line seemed to be flowed by blood energy. fortress.

"This palm lets you understand why Fishegal can command eighteen cities."

Kadolph stared at the giant palm on the ring with great excitement, kept repeating Qianqi's words, and then murmured: "Okay, well said..."

Originally suspecting that Qian Qi was the Lord of Seventeen Cities that Fishergel had invited for foreign aid, they all stood there in a daze. The city lords of Shegel City and Seventeen City all think so.

On the ring, Chaertai looked at the increasingly huge palm, knowing that he was not good, and wanted to dodge with a wider span, but he heard Qianqi let out a deep cry.

"The third palm of Zhenhuang!"

Booming, the huge erected palm was like a collapsed tall building. It was shot down from a high altitude. When it landed on the ring, an oppressive force made the audience outside the ring feel a little uncomfortable.

Being on the ring, Chartai had nowhere to dodge, because the giant palm was too huge, he couldn't dodge at all except to escape from the ring.But he was unwilling to leave the ring.

"It looks quite cautious. I don't know how powerful it is? Even if this skill is very powerful, you are only a second-level earl. Can you exert its true power?"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Chaltai clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and blasted towards the giant palm in the air.

"This punch, I want you to know that the gap in strength between the second-level count and the fourth-level count cannot be evened out by relying on powerful skills."

"Iron Fist Profound Truth, Bell Ding Zhentian Fist."

Boom, boom!There seemed to be the crisp sound of bells and tripods reverberating in the arena, and the fists condensed by blood energy were like bells and tripods, and they slammed towards the giant palms in the air.

All eyes were nervously staring at the two powerful energies that collided on the ring. After a bang, the two energy bodies shattered instantly, and the shattered blood-colored energies fluttered down like blood-stained snowflakes.

Amid the snowflakes all over the sky, Qian Qi stood proudly in midair, his eyes exuded a faint sense of desolation, although the power of the three palms to suppress the wilderness was enormous, the practitioner was also deeply infected by the solemnity and desolation of these palms.

In the direction opposite to Qianqi, Chaltai's tall and burly body flew out in the blood-colored dust. The ring was not big, and his body had already flown out of the ring, with a faint trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth. He spread his wings and returned to the ring, but he didn't do so, he just let his body fall heavily to the ground.

There was also a look of desolation in his eyes.But unlike the desolation in Qianqi's eyes, which reveals the solemnity of vowing to protect his homeland and willing to die himself, the desolation in his eyes has despair and regret.

After a long time, Chaertai stood up, looked at the strange eyes around him, looked at Qianqi standing proudly above the ring, and looked at his own palms, and sighed.

"The Three Palms of Desolation is the strongest skill in Eighteen Cities."

Similar to the scene when Yu Zewen left, Chaltai also flew up. Although there was no Yu Zewen's gorgeous words to leave the scene, he still left a sentence.

"Today's battle, I, Chaltai, was convinced that I lost. Qianqi, if there is a chance, I will fight again in the future."

In fact, Chaltai still has many skills that he has not used, but his soul has been baptized by the three palms of Zhenhuang.The Eighteenth Cities has a tragic epic, and I have been fascinated by it since I was a child. The Three Palms of Desolation can better outline the desolation in the hearts of the people of the Eighteenth City. Infected by these three palms, it is difficult for Chaltai to increase his fighting spirit.

Yu Zewen left, and Chaltai also left. Although they left, their words before leaving were enough to prove that they were convinced to lose.

"Chaltai left just like that?"

"That's right, he's been kicked out of the ring, why not leave?"

"Is it really the Three Palms of Desolation that Qian Qi used just now? No one has cultivated the Three Palms of Desolation in hundreds of years?"

"I didn't expect Chaltai to be able to say the words just now with such an arrogant heart."

There is only one reward in the Eighteen Cities Competition, and only one champion.

Every time the contestants are young talents from eighteen cities, they are all very proud, and even if they lose in the end, it is difficult to be convinced.

Qian Qi not only won, but also won the approval of the two competitors, which undoubtedly set off a big storm in Shibacheng.

(End of this chapter)