Chapter 1842 Mental Attack

Immortality, this kind of temptation, is irresistible. Even the mysterious force behind Chunfeng Pavilion is exposed to the world for the sake of this spiritual bead that can make people live forever.

It is enough to show the weight of immortality in the hearts of people.

At this moment, the two people on the stage stopped exchanging nonsense polite words, and the atmosphere gradually became a little tense.

Feng Hao and Chun Jun stood opposite each other. The smiles on their faces had long since solidified. They both looked cautious and did not dare to underestimate each other.

"Zhan Tian Jue!"

With a thought in his mind, the will to fight arose from his heart. Immediately, the aura on Feng Hao's body changed from the original dull to extremely fierce. It was like a peerless sword with an edge, standing there, giving way to many people.

No one dares to look up, out of fear.

On the other side, Chunjun unfolded the folding fan in his hand and fanned it slowly. A spring breeze slowly spread and gradually enveloped the entire arena area.

This is like filling a pool of water into the arena, and Chunjun himself is a fish swimming in the water, truly enjoying himself like a fish in water.

On the contrary, these spring breezes were like the vast sea and the mountains, squeezing Feng Hao and giving him a huge pressure.

"break!"

Feng Hao's eyes condensed, and a stronger fighting spirit burst out of his body, directly tearing apart the spring energy around him like a vast sea.

"Bang!"

Stamping his foot on the ground, Feng Hao rose up from the ground, like a fierce tiger, and pounced on Chun Jun on the opposite side. There were already layers of force on his fist that was as strong as the waves of the vast ocean, shaking him.

The surrounding space erupted with bursts of dull sonic boom sounds, which was very frightening.

"Well done!"

Chunjun shouted softly, grabbed his wrist, put away the folding fan, and pointed it directly at Feng Hao's fist.

"clang!……"

The two violently collided together, and immediately there was a sound like the collision of metals, followed by bursts of muffled sounds, like the beating of heavy drums, and continuous sonic explosions in the space.

"Oh!"

Feng Hao let out a deep cry, and all the nine-gravity energy condensed in his hand exploded out, impacting on the folding fan that seemed to be made of ice, giving him a bone-chilling cold pain.

"Boom!..."

A huge energy roll suddenly burst out from it, making Chunjun's face change, and the hand holding the folding fan visibly trembled. Just when he was about to be hit by the energy tide, he turned back his hand and

The folding fan hit Feng Hao's fist, causing Feng Hao to fall back as if he was struck by electricity. There were obvious blue marks on his fist.

The first time they fought, between the sparks of calcium carbide, the two fought evenly, but neither took any advantage.

Feng Hao's secret power made Chunjun suffer, but that blow from the folding fan also made Feng Hao feel quite uncomfortable. If it weren't for his strong physique, that blow would probably break his fist into pieces.

However, Chunjun was also quite surprised.

In his opinion, although this blow could not make Feng Hao crippled, it would definitely destroy at least one fist. Who knows, but the skin was not even scratched.

This directly allowed him to elevate Feng Hao's status to a higher level in his heart.

"He...is a little different..."

Turning over the records of the previous virtual martial arts masters in his mind, Chun Jun's eyes became more solemn, and he scanned Feng Hao, as if he wanted to discover something.

Those in the audience who were still mocking Feng Hao in their hearts now looked at this scene with some dumbfounded eyes.

Chunjun has been on stage for more than a dozen games, and except for the Holy Son of Heavenly Eyes who can force him to retreat, no one has been able to do it.

And Feng Hao has undoubtedly achieved what only the Son of Heavenly Eyes can do!

"His potential is so high?!"

Looking at Feng Hao, who was at the third level of the pinnacle of the Holy Order, many people felt quite uneasy.

The Holy Son of Heavenly Eyes can indeed push back Chunjun, but he is already at the ninth level of the peak holy level. It does not bring much glory to push back someone who is only at the fifth level.

And Feng Hao's performance at this time undoubtedly proves that his potential exceeds that of the Holy Son of Heavenly Eyes!

"No wonder he was able to make friends with people from Lingxiao Peak..." Many people suddenly felt astonished.

However, there are still some people who believe that this is just a tentative confrontation and cannot explain anything.

…

"That folding fan..."

Feeling the pain from his fist, Feng Hao's eyes locked on the folding fan in Chunjun's hand.

When the folding fan hit his fist, he felt like a huge mountain, or even a piece of heaven and earth, was pouring towards him, almost destroying his mind. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it and did not dare to resist.

"Psychic attack!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Feng Hao's mind, and he thought of what Chunfeng Pavilion was good at.

In Chunfeng Pavilion, those women basically practiced the art of bewitching. Feng Hao had also seen this before. It was only now that he was mentally shocked by Chunjun's attack and he finally remembered.

If Feng Hao hadn't been determined to fight, then there was a possibility that he would be defeated by this blow.

Now, Feng Hao knew why so many strong men were defeated by Chun Jun's seemingly powerless blow.

"In the spring weather, hidden murderous intentions are indeed a good method!"

Thinking about it, the fighting spirit in Feng Hao's heart surged even more fiercely. At the same time, the power of nothingness burst out, covering him like a gray flame. An extremely strong aura burst out from his whole body, as if it were gray flames.

It was as heavy as the mountains, as vast as the vast sea, and the sound of sonic booms was constant, seeming to be able to overwhelm the heaven and earth. All the spring spirit that permeated the surroundings was wiped out and wasted away, making it impossible to get close to him.

"Shua..."

Chunjun did not dare to neglect. With a flip of his palm, the folding fan was opened, revealing his spring intention. When the folding fan flapped slightly, it made people feel that the arena had become the world inside his folding fan.

The spring scenery is like a peach land, which makes people intoxicated.

However, this kind of mental attack had little effect on Feng Hao, who had been prepared for it for a long time. He immediately broke through it with a rush of fighting spirit.

"The Heaven-turning Dragon Seal!"

Feng Hao, who had enough confidence, was no longer afraid of revealing his identity. He took out the Heaven-Swallowing Dragon Seal with a flip of his hand. After that, he poured the God of Nothingness into the dragon seal without hesitation.

Yes, as the lines on the dragon seal flashed, a giant gray dragon rose into the sky.

"Ouch!..."

The roar of the dragon shook the sky, shaking the whole space, as if unwilling to be imprisoned in this world, and wanted to break through this shackles.

Then, following Feng Hao's thoughts, the giant gray dragon swayed its thick body and directly hit Chunjun in the distance, seeming to want to crush him into pieces.
Chapter completed!