Good Fortune Martial Emperor

Chapter 243 Seven Dragons Show Their Power
Surrounded by seven divine dragons, Ye Feng descended from the sky as if a god descended from the sky.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on Mo Qianren's chest.

Mo Qianren's footsteps unexpectedly moved back a small step unconsciously.

No one would believe that a dignified man at the seventh level of the Spirit Mansion was captured by the aura of a cultivator at the eighth level of the Spirit Wheel.

However, Mo Qianren was the chief disciple of Qianye Sect after all, and he was the best in terms of strength and combat experience. After a brief shock, he quickly came to his senses.

"Do you want to use the power of the spirit array?"

As the chief disciple of Qianye Sect, Mo Qianren also followed Xu Changqing to practice the formation for a period of time, and he could see the fluctuations of aura around Ye Feng at a glance, which turned out to be an extremely complex and exquisite formation.

He had never heard of or seen the complexity and sophistication of this array.

Could it be taught to him by the people of Baidi City?
But it's impossible. Even if Ye Feng and Bai Lin have a good personal relationship, such a complicated spiritual formation cannot be learned overnight. In Mo Qianren's view, this spiritual formation does not have more than ten years of comprehension. May be done.

"You all step back, and leave the rest to me."

Ye Feng brought the seven dragons down from the sky, walked up to the crowd, and faced Mo Qianren alone.

"withdraw!"

Xiao Hei gave a soft whistle, and retreated five li with the crowd on his back, watching the battle from a distance.

The moment he saw Ye Feng sacrifice this spirit array, Xiao Hei knew that there could no longer be any suspense in this battle.

Around Ye Feng, auras of various attributes frantically gathered and merged into the seven divine dragons behind him, causing the entire world to change color.

The cyan dragon, the swiftness of the wind.

The golden dragon, the sharpness of gold.

The green dragon, the vitality of wood.

The blue dragon, the tolerance of water.

Red dragon, burst of fire.

The yellow dragon, the thickness of the soil.

Purple Dragon, Thunder's Destruction.

Seven divine dragons, seven different powers and traits gathered in one person, this absolutely impossible situation, unexpectedly unfolded in front of Mo Qianren's eyes.

"No matter what method you use, it can't make up the gap between you and me."

Mo Qianren almost roared out, at this moment, he had to use this reason to strengthen his gradually wavering confidence, if the two of them lost confidence before fighting, the battle would undoubtedly be lost.

Mo Qianren stepped into the void, and a huge formation slowly unfolded.

Spiritual array, he will too.

The array rises, and the wind aura gathers into a storm, which merges into his storm soul. In the scene Ye Feng imagined, there are countless sharp flying knives in the storm. On each flying knife, there are Shining with a sharpness that penetrates everything.

"kill!"

Mo Qianren took the lead, and under his control, the storm came towards Ye Feng. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed inch by inch. Obviously, under the blessing of the spirit array, his attack power has infinitely approached that of a strong man in the Creation Realm .

Because of tearing the space, almost only the power of the Creation Realm is enough to succeed.

Ye Feng formed a seal with one hand, and the seven dragons behind him let out a roar that shook the heavens, and then their huge bodies strangled down.

Countless terrifying wind blades appeared around the cyan dragon, colliding with the flying knives in the storm, so as to strike quickly.

Wherever the body of the golden dragon passed, all the flying knives were cut into two, creating a golden gap in the storm.

The green dragon rushed directly into the storm and endured endless cuttings by flying knives, but the broken parts quickly regenerated, endlessly.

The blue dragon seemed to turn into a huge wave, and the flying knives involved seemed to flow into the sea, becoming a part of it.

The red dragon exploded all the way, and the sound of explosions continuously came from the surface of its body, as if gorgeous fireworks had been fired.

The yellow dragon turned into a mountain and directly struck down. The incomparably powerful force seemed to destroy everything directly.

But the purple dragon is even more violent, shooting thunder and lightning, and everything that comes into contact with it will be annihilated directly, like a broken bamboo.

In less than ten breaths, Mo Qianren's spiritual storm was completely destroyed, but the seven dragons were still majestic, and it seemed that there was not much consumption.

At this moment, an astonishing cold light flashed in Mo Qianren's eyes, his right hand stuck out from behind, and the throwing knife, which reached the level of good fortune Lingbao, came out in front of Ye Feng in an instant with lightning speed.

This was his last lore, a sword of heaven and earth that exhausted his whole body's spiritual power. This sword represented the peak power of Mo Qianren.

However, just when he thought he would succeed, the yellow dragon in front of him dissipated, and then, in front of Ye Feng, at a speed that was unpredictable to the naked eye, a brand new yellow dragon emerged. The body as hard as Ye Feng stood in front of him and became his most solid shield.

When the flying knife shot through, the body of the yellow dragon kept collapsing. However, the speed of the flying knife was also getting slower and slower. Finally, when the flying knife finally shot through the yellow dragon, Mo Qianren was horrified to find that there was nothing left in front of him. Ye Feng's figure.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous feeling came to his heart. Just as he wanted to defend himself, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been pierced by something.

He looked down, only to see a sharp sword tip piercing his chest, and blood dripped continuously down the blade.

At this time, Mo Qianren finally felt Ye Feng's breath, just behind him, holding the Kunwu sword, piercing him through the heart.

"I would die in the hands of an ant." Mo Qianren coughed out a mouthful of blood, his face full of disbelief.

He wanted to believe that this was just a dream, but the pain in his chest was so real.

"What is your spirit array called?" Before dying, Mo Qianren asked Ye Fengdao.

If it weren't for this terrifying spiritual formation, how could Ye Feng be his opponent? This spiritual formation that summoned dragons of seven attributes is definitely a spiritual formation above the seventh rank.

Ye Feng's indifferent voice came from behind: "Nine Dragons Killing Heaven Formation!"

Mo Qianren suddenly laughed, and said: "Nine dragons can kill the sky, so it is not wrong to die under the seven dragons."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head, and his body fell into the sky uncontrollably.

As soon as Ye Feng stretched out his hand, he took off his storage bag, and with a thought, Xiao Hei quickly flew over and caught Ye Feng.

When Xiao Hei flew over, he also grabbed the throwing knife Mo Qianren was using.

The moment it landed on Xiao Hei's back, Ye Feng collapsed to the ground, and the seven terrifying dragons in the air immediately disappeared.

Xiao Hei said via voice transmission: "You are too reckless, obviously you only have one blow, so you have to be brave."

"I can't help it. If I don't fight hard, I'm afraid I will explain it here today." Ye Feng said helplessly. Although he can master the Nine Dragons Killing Heaven Formation, with his current strength, he can only use the Spiritual Formation to launch an attack. This attack had to drain all his spiritual power.

So, now Ye Feng feels dizzy, as if the whole world is spinning.

He raised his hand tremblingly, handed the storage bag in front of everyone, and said, "Quickly open it and have a look, this is the storage bag of the chief disciple of Qianye Sect!"

(End of this chapter)