Ancient Dragon Spell

With a hand, the palm of the broken spirit sword swims across the sky quickly. In the middle of the eyebrow, there is a huge purple whip.

"Peng!"

"Pa pa pa pa..."

"Do you mean my chances are not good?"

The greedy cat barked again.

"Meow ~ ~"

"stop watching the hall leader? Is he the one who came? "

Soon, Qin Feng thought of what the thin devil Xiu said before he died:

he believed in the induction of greedy cats.

"Well? Did you say someone came? "

"Meow ~ meow!"

But suddenly, the greedy cat's body quickly stood up, a pair of watery cat's eyes looked in a direction, and its paws were anxiously drawn toward Qinfeng:

from the beginning to the end, the greedy cat was lying on Qin Feng's shoulder, and I didn't know how this guy did it. It was just that lazy appearance made Qin Feng quite uncomfortable.

Then, the real spirit across, from these people found a few bags, then placed on the body.

Qin Feng does not agree, palm wave, cut off the other side's last vitality.

"Is it?"

The thin demon Xiu's mouth, as hard as he could, was full of blue veins, with great pain:

"boy You're dead Stop and watch the hall leader I won't let you go! "

All the energy starts to collapse in an instant.

"Bang long"

with a stabbing pain in the center of his eyebrows, the palm print of Qin Feng's broken spirit sword palm has disappeared into it.

"Poo hee"

he looked at Qin Feng in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the guy in front of him was just a junior with six levels of real spirit state.

A crazy breath, fierce send out, Qin Feng's eyes, as if the sword flash, dazzling incomparable, this moment, the face of the thin magic Xiu completely changed.

With a strong drink.

"Die!"

The palm of the broken spirit sword fiercely drew three palm prints, forming three attack routes. The purple light whip smashed the sarcophagus tightly held by the opponent's white bone palm.

Although the action of this thin and thin demon Xiu is only slightly changed, but if the master moves, the difference can cause great changes. Qin Feng holds this point in an instant.

"Boom"

once the momentum is weak, it is bound to affect the play of his own strength. With his timid heart, all of a sudden, the move in his hand becomes extremely slow.

Momentum is a big factor.

Fighting in martial arts.

The thin sorcerer couldn't help but cry, and his face was suddenly timid.

"What?"

The latter flew out of his head, his expression in bewilderment and fear. Obviously, he couldn't believe that Qin Feng could kill him under their two hands.

The blood is flying, but the small palm print has a sharp feeling like a sword edge, and the other party's head has been flying out in an instant.

"Pooh"

at the moment when the whip entangled the other side's black smoke magic sword, the palm of the broken spirit sword rushed to the devil self-cultivation.

When the whip was wielding fiercely, it had already wrapped the black smoke magic sword tightly. At this time, Qin Feng could be said to have one enemy and two, with one mind.

Qin Feng nodded, then, flashing and moving, quickly toward a direction to skim.

For greedy cat, Qin Feng is quite recognized, the other party's perception, has let him see.

Soon after Qin Feng left, there was a violent tearing sound in the void. At the next moment, a black shadow, like a ghost, pounded fiercely with the air of evil