Ancient True Dragon Art

"Brother Feng, are you okay?"

After refining these dazzling lights, Qin Feng quickly looked at Feng Canyun on one side and said with concern.

"It's okay..."

Feng Canyun looked at Qin Feng blankly and said.

Facing Qin Feng in front of him, he felt like a world away.

This guy is a wicked evildoer, how long has he entered the undead secret realm? He turned into a Wu Xiu of the Ninth Layer of True Spirit Realm, the same level as him.

Not only that, what made Feng Canyun depressed the most was that he was also a disciple of the Ninth Layer of True Spirit Realm, but facing a king-level disciple, he could only run wildly, and even the treasures he had obtained almost failed to save.

On the other hand, Qin Feng was able to achieve the ability to kill that king-level disciple in a flash. This gap was a bit too shocking.

"You must not stand with this guy, otherwise, it will be too shocking..."

Looking at Qin Feng, Feng Canyun couldn't help thinking with a wry smile.

"Junior Brother Qin, haven't you been beaten into a place of desperation? We all thought you really had an accident, it seems it's just a rumor..."

Looking at Qin Feng, Feng Canyun said with a smile.

"Um... I did enter the Desolate Land, but... came out!"

Qin Feng said lightly.

"Out... out?!"

Looking at Qin Feng, Feng Canyun finally couldn't help but roll his eyes, and began to **** in cold air in his mouth.

This guy, will you die if you don't hit him?

That’s a place of desperation. The saying that you can live from a desperate place is not in vain. Throughout the ages to the present, there are very few strong people who can get out of this desperate place. This guy actually relies on his own strength to get from here. Come out of the dead end?

Suddenly, Feng Canyun's face showed a wry smile again...

This day!

The sky is high and the clouds are pale.

A series of remnant clouds swept up in the void, and slowly floated with the breeze, with a touch of peace in the entire space.

Suddenly.

A stern tearing sound hung down from the void.

As if it was an invisible sharp blade, it moved in an instant.

"laugh"

Accompanied by a strong tearing sound.

A blood beam suddenly burst out from one direction.

The next moment, a body that was cut into two halves was also slowly exposed.

"Huh"

Another figure flew out, looking immature and looking young, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he calmly looked at the residual limb in front of him.

As the breeze floated slowly, the strands of long hair suddenly rose.

On this person's shoulder, a black bird elegantly arranged the fluff on his body, and a pair of fiery red monster pupils opened and closed constantly, with a fierce and full of hostility, which made people daunting.

This combination is exactly Qin Feng and that Jiuyou Yanque.

"Being your enemy is really bad luck. It’s not good to offend anyone, but I want to offend you... You are such a wicked evildoer. It’s just that you don’t trouble others, but others still come. You are in trouble, I really don’t know what those people think..."

Looking at Qin Feng, Jiuyou Yanque couldn't help muttering.

Qin Feng only smiled slightly at Jiuyou Yanque's words, and then with a move of his palm, he took away the divine light and all the gains from this person.

Over the past few days, he has been beheading his disciples continuously.

Comprehending the cause of the battle mark of the wind, Qin Feng used Flash Hua at this time even more swiftly, and the speed was even further. It can be said that there is no trace and no trace, and it is not weaker than the ordinary royal disciple.