Chapter 2247 Night Demon Marquis

"Little guy, you know my origins. If that's the case, there's no need to waste words.

When Ye Mo Hou heard Kunxu Citian shout out his name, he showed a bit of pride on his face. He looked at Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Citian and said coldly.

"Hand over the inheritance of the Upper Sword Sect, and I can give you a quick death."

The hands of Ye Mo Hou were stained with countless blood. There were at least eighty immortal generals who died in his hands. He looked at Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Citian.

An immortal general and a half-step heavenly warrior were not taken seriously by him at all. For him, the inheritance of the Upper Sword Sect, as long as it was in the hands of Chu Fengmian and the others, would be within his reach.

"Oh? Just an old demon in the realm of immortals, dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Chu Fengmian listened to Ye Mo Hou's words, with a murderous look in his eyes, and sneered.

"You want to die, youngster? "

Ye Mo Hou shouted coldly. The moment he heard Chu Fengmian's words, he immediately attacked and suddenly slammed his palm towards Chu Fengmian.

The palm of this palm contained boundless killing intent, and it was stained with bloody power. Groups of blood mist condensed into demon blood and turned into a demon blood hand.

The demon blood contained in it has the power to corrode everything. Even warriors and demon gods of the same realm cannot resist the erosion of this demon blood.

"Demon Blood Handprint! This is one of Ye Mo Hou's most vicious killing moves!"

Watching Ye Mo Hou's move, some warriors next to him had already recognized the origin of this move and spoke softly.

"In order to practice this Demon Blood Handprint, Ye Mo Hou slaughtered hundreds of sects and hundreds of millions of lives. When slaughtering those lives, he demonized their blood and transformed it into demon blood, and then condensed such a demon blood hand! "

"In order to condense such a big hand of devil blood, hundreds of sects were slaughtered?"

Hearing this, some warriors were stunned.

Although the hands of the strong men present were stained with a lot of blood, the act of Ye Mo Hou directly slaughtering hundreds of sects in order to practice an immortal art was still chilling.

When many people looked at this big hand of devil blood, they showed a bit of fear in their eyes. The devil blood of hundreds of millions of lives was condensed into such a big hand of devil blood. The power contained was terrifying to the extreme.

This move alone made Ye Mo Hou famous.

There were two immortal candidates who died under this big hand of devil blood. Even the warriors and demon gods of the same realm did not dare to resist this move.

"This Ye Mo Hou's move was ruthless. He did not intend to leave any chance for these two guys to survive. "

Some warriors looked at Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Citian. In their eyes, Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Citian were already dead.

Once this blood-colored handprint was launched, even the warriors and demon gods of the same realm would find it difficult to resist, let alone Chu Fengmian and Kunxu Citian.

"Die!"

Ye Mohou shouted coldly, and the blood-demon handprint blasted down from the air. With one palm strike, the sound of thunder resounded, containing boundless power. The pure power of this palm alone reached an extremely powerful level.

Not to mention that it also contained the devil blood that destroyed everything.

"Compete with me in strength? Claw of the War Dragon! "

Chu Fengmian looked at the huge handprint of demon blood driven by Ye Mohou in the air, his eyes showed a bit of coldness, and he let out a long roar.

Suddenly, behind Chu Fengmian, a dragon roar sounded, and a huge dragon claw condensed from the top of Chu Fengmian's head, flew into the air, and hit the huge handprint of demon blood.

"Fight it head-on?"

"Is this kid crazy? If you fight this huge handprint of demon blood head-on, it will definitely be destroyed by the demon blood in it. "

Looking at Chu Fengmian's actions, many warriors and demon gods shook their heads. In their eyes, Chu Fengmian's actions now were an act of overestimating his own strength.

To resist this demon blood handprint, not to mention the difference in their own strength, just this demon blood alone, once contaminated, will fall into an irretrievable situation.

If Chu Fengmian escapes, they think there may be a glimmer of hope.

But if he resists now, Chu Fengmian will definitely die.

When Ye Mohou saw Chu Fengmian's intention to resist, his eyes showed a bit of disdain. In his eyes, Chu Fengmian would become a dead man in the next moment.

But just when the two palms collided in the air.

Ye Mohou's face suddenly changed drastically, as if he felt something that he could never have imagined.

Not only It was Ye Mo Hou.

The other warriors and demon gods present were all stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

The scene in front of them was something they could never imagine in their dreams.

At the moment when the two palms collided, the demon blood handprint condensed by Ye Mo Hou collapsed and shattered. The collision of the two palms separated the opponents in an instant.

The demon blood handprint was instantly blown up.

The demon blood in it enveloped Chu Fengmian's War Dragon Claw, corroding it madly, but it could not cause any damage to the War Dragon Claw.

Instead, this ball of demon blood was suppressed and trembled under the dragon's might.

Such a scene was something no one could have imagined.

Ye Mo Hou's illustrious reputation, but he didn't know how many strong men he had killed to make it. No one would doubt Ye Mo Hou's strength.

His Demon Blood Handprint could destroy a sect with one move, but now it was directly blown up by Chu Fengmian's Dragon Claw.

No one had expected this scene, not even Ye Mo Hou himself.

He immediately came to his senses and gathered his strength again in his palm, wanting to attack again, but Chu Fengmian's speed was much faster than his, and Chu Fengmian attacked in an instant.

"With this little strength and this little magic skill, you dare to surround and kill me?"

Chu Fengmian shouted coldly.

His figure turned into a ray of light, and instantly came in front of Ye Mo Hou, and punched out with a bang.

The power of this punch contained the power of the Nine Styles of the Ancestor.

Now Chu Fengmian's understanding of the Nine Styles of the Ancestor is no longer limited to action. Whether it is boxing, palm technique, or swordsmanship, he can perfectly show the essence of it.

Just like the Ancestral Heavenly Dragon, no matter how it attacks, it always explodes with the strongest power. Although Chu Fengmian cannot reach the level of the Ancestral Heavenly Dragon, he is close to that level.

Boom!

The rolling dragon power emerges from Chu Fengmian's side, and they all condense into dragon shadows. Chu Fengmian is in the center of thousands of dragons, like the lofty Dragon Emperor, and thousands of dragons pay homage to him.