Ancient True Dragon Art

"That Lingwu violent, I am afraid that Yun Tianzheng is the most powerful ability, but at this time, being able to provoke Yun Tianzheng to such an extent, Qin Feng is really proud of himself!"

"Otherwise, although this Qin Feng seems weak, he is strong when he is strong, and his speed is unparalleled, and his strength is very tyrannical. I am afraid this kid will become a king!"

At this time, many people are beginning to be optimistic about Qin Feng!

"Is this the power of Primordial True Dragon Art?"

At this time, Qin Feng didn't care about Yun Tianzheng's change at all. At this time, he already felt a subtle touch of the Primordial True Dragon Art.

In the battle just now, the Primordial True Dragon Art he used was unparalleled, and his power was the perfect integration of nine dragon scales.

Although it hasn't reached the level of horror of ten in one, it is not small compared with the original control and understanding.

"The power is gathered in one place, and it is not only powerful and vigorous, but also has endless destructive power!"

Feeling the tyranny of these nine dragon scales, Qin Feng's face showed a smile again, and feeling the violent vitality of the surrounding space, a hint of coldness rose from the corner of his mouth:

"Still not giving up?"

As soon as the words fell, the chill on his body did not disappear.

Killing intent, shooting.

This is his character.

Since the other party wanted to kill him, then he had no reason to be kind.

People respect me a foot, I respect others a foot, if people want to kill me... then why bother!

"boom!"

Finally, with a shocking explosion.

That Yun Tianzheng's Lingwu fury finally broke out.

The vast and incomparable vitality condenses, and the boundless divine power gathers. At this time, Yun Tianzheng's posture has also changed drastically.

His body was wrapped in endless power at this time, countless **** patterns wandered, and the light was shining, as if he was wearing a piece of armor.

"dead!"

A cold voice came from Yun Tianzheng's mouth.

The sound, like the sound of death, a roar, caused by sound waves, turned the world upside down.

"Boom Rumble"

In an instant, vitality boiled, and the wave of Yun Tianzheng's sovereign rod had set off hundreds of rivers.

That long river, each one is clearly a river of energy, gathering supreme glory and killing energy.

Puffy!

Qin Feng's face was expressionless, his palms slashed and his fists shook.

The whole person is like walking in a leisurely courtyard, and the flashing flowers under his feet are all at the critical moment, let him out of danger.

"Boom!"

The fists shook the ten directions, and each fist mark seemed to contain the brilliance and trembling light, as if it was evolving a mysterious artistic conception.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every fist mark carried a wave of tyrannical waves, as if it were a big song of a yellow bell, each wave was enough to make a terrible blast, shaking the air, forming countless ripples.

The fist is vertical and horizontal blessing, swaying wishfulness, but it makes everyone around him frightened.

Is that human being?

Is this guy a monster?

Such a tyrannical force is basically a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

The original Yan Xiaorou was already tyrannical, but Qin Feng's strength was clearly superior.

However, they didn't know that every time Qin Feng waved, he completely played the blessing power of nine dragon scales. With the power of Qin Feng's deity, this is equivalent to the superposition of ten him!

The power that the ten Qin Fengs worked together and achieved was a horror that no one could imagine.