Ancient Dragon Spell

"Bang"

sure enough, with the exertion of the Fengsheng finger, a virtual image slowly appeared behind Sikong Jiuzhi. It was an ancient and decadent old man with a noble and righteous spirit, and the empty lingdu's face was smiling. Suddenly, his robe swung.

A hand, rapid evolution, rapid toward the void point out.

"Boom"

at this moment, the sound is earth shaking

The sound of crazy friction suddenly resounded.

"Chi"

all kinds of forces gathered together to form this world-class sword.

Sword spirit, sword Qi, thunder and lightning, blood gas, dragon scale

With the blessing of "explosive Qi Jue", Qin Feng's momentum keeps climbing. With a fierce sword swing, the blue Lei mang immediately blesses them.

In the face of Qin Feng's counterattack, around the strong people, the nerves were repeatedly impacted, such amazing blood, even if they are not as good as.

"How amazing, this guy What a monster

Out of the clouds, that amazing blood, turned into a bloody God column general, inherit heaven and earth!

In a flash, boundless blood gas, even from the body, rapid polymerization.

In the eyes, a ray of blood burst out.

"Explosive gas formula!"

Qin Feng's body is full of Qi and blood, and the golden sword in his hand makes a long sound.

Lightning connection.

"Bang!"

In momentum, the Qin wind even formed a antagonistic attitude, which was not inferior to Sikong Jiuzhi.

Looking at the changes in the void, all the people began to gape. Originally, they thought that the Qin wind would no longer have any resistance force, but now, the thunder and lightning breath above the void has changed their color.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

The power of thunder, rapid wild dance, for a moment, the whole mountain range, as if to become a lightning world.

At this moment, Qin Feng finally intends to use the power of thunder and lightning.

A ray of blue light quickly around the flow, it is the breath of lightning.

Above the void, thunders and thunders.

"Boom"

if this move can't be stopped, his momentum will fall into the downwind. Not only that, but also his body will be seriously injured.

In the face of this holy finger, he felt unprecedented pressure.

Qin Feng's face is like water. In his eyes, the divine light bursts out.

The golden sword is fast.

"Bang!"

The sharp breath coming from the face, just like there are countless vigorous winds in the rotation, crazy aggregation.

This process seems slow, but in fact, it is only a flash of formation, as if the finger has appeared in front of him between breathing.

In front of him, the awl shaped finger combined with virtual shadow and entity was like a wild python, with boundless killing and cutting spirit, with a sweeping sharp breath, in constant circulation.

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly opened.

"Shua"

everywhere they go, they are all tearing apart ten directions.

This move, which evolved from Fengsheng finger and Sikong Jiuzhi, is perfectly integrated. It is like the combination of phantom and entity. In an instant, it interlaces with each other and forms boundless traces.

Then, in the void, a huge trace is born, which is actually a wind holy finger.

Sword spirit!

Fingers against the sky!

The impact of the two, crazy destruction of the eardrum and nerve, there, deep in the mountains.