God Of Martial Arts

"Your name is yunfeiyang?" The old man's voice dropped, and she Qiong's eyes directly locked in cloud Feiyang, looking cold.

He knew that the magic array was the nine palaces trapped dragon array. People outside could see everything that happened on the facade, that is, the collision between him and Yun Feiyang was clearly seen by the outside, and they all knew that he was defeated. Of course, this disgrace should be recovered first.

As for killing Lin Feng, she Qiong feels that there is no need to worry. It is not difficult to kill Lin Feng because of the two levels of Xuanwu. Lin Feng is only afraid of destroying Black Lotus.

"Yes." The cloud flies the light to open a mouth to say, the vision restores that lazy appearance again, seem to have no idea she Qiong put in the heart.

Cloud flies Yang this kind of ignore, let she Qiong's facial expression more ugly, way: "the first war, we two people."

Cloud flies yang to smile to see Lin Feng one eye, immediately way: "it seems that I want to try hand first."

Body a span, clouds flying in the air, proud standing on the Xiangjiang River, clothes fluttering, lazy again into sharp.

"Come on

"War!" She Qiong's body also soared into the air, and her whole body seemed to be filled with a sense of infinite power.

Lin Feng's face is indifferent. Since she Qiong wants to fight with yunfeiyang, let them fight first.

"Let's try strength again."

She Qiong cold mouth said, he unexpectedly in the strength of the cloud flying Yang, unforgivable.

"Whatever you want." Clouds flying, long hair flying, robes by the vigorous wind blowing hunting sound.

Many people have lost sight of him. The cloud flying from the city of broken blade is enough to compete with these most dazzling talents. At this moment, he really has the demeanor of a strong genius and is unrestrained.

She Qiong's body, a terrible breath of power spread out, Zhenyuan rolling, in his body, there is a dragon beast attached to his body, ferocious head flying toward the cloud, as if at any time may tear the cloud flying.

"Jiaolong Quan Jing!"

Yun Feiyang's eyes are cold, and his eyes also take a bit of dignified meaning. This Jiaolong boxing classic is said to be a prefecture level intermediate level martial arts skill. If you punch it out, it is like a dragon going out to sea. It has infinite strength and terrible tearing ability.

At this time, she Qiong was running Zhenyuan and Jiaolong was attached to her body. It was obvious that the Jiaolong boxing classic had a certain degree of popularity.

"Click, click!"

The sound of moving bones was heard from Yunfei's body, and his robe floated even more fiercely, whistling, and the whole person felt a sense of ancient savage power, pure and terrible.

"What means is this?"

When the crowd saw the terror released from the two people, their breath was slightly short. Both of them were very strong.

"Duan blade City, can you be a strong man like you?" She Qiong looked cold and domineering, and said: "since you are also good at strength, then, one punch will win or lose."

She Qiong spoke at the same time, the dragon on his body was moving, as if to rush out of his body, extremely terrible.

"Whatever you want!"

Yunfeiyang is still this sentence, she Qiong how to fight, how to fight, at the moment, his breath, is also crazy climbing.

"Roar"

a song of a dragon swirled in the air. She Qiong strode out with the air of crazy tyranny and terror. The shadow of the dragon on her body showed out of her body and seemed to be flying towards the clouds in front of her.

"Angry!"

Cloud flying forward step by step, incomparable breath of anger, crazy roar, his hands, surrounded by a group of terror of destruction.

Between the two, heaven and earth will send out a roaring sound, terrifying and shocking.

"The power of terror." The crowd was dazzled and shocked when they saw the two men walking towards each other. How strong they were. The same realm, the four levels of the Xuanwu realm. What's more, their combat power was absolutely superior to those of the four levels of the general Xuanwu state.

"If it's Lin Feng and she Qiong, I'm afraid it's not so good."

She Qiong's strength is too strong. If she is against a triple person in the Xuanwu realm, terror is a direct second kill.

"Roar" is the roar of a dragon. The roaring sound vibrates in the eardrum of the crowd. It seems that the space trembles. On the Xiangjiang River, there is a group of horrible and violent atmosphere, which drowns the figures of she Qiong and yunfeiyang.

Who wins and who loses?

After a moment, the violent breath dissipated, and the two figures shot back at the same time. She Qiong's coat was torn and her breath was floating, while the clouds were flying. Her hair was wild and her face was pale.

And two people's mouth, contain a wisp of blood, only their eyes, still staring at each other.

"The Jiaolong boxing classic is a medium level martial arts skill at the prefecture level. It's really strong." The cloud flies up and says secretly.

She Qiong stares at Yun Feiyang and says to herself: "dark power, there is a terrible dark force in his destructive fist. If I belittle the carelessness of the enemy, this blow will be enough to seriously injure me."

Both of them are aware of the horror of each other's strength. They are very strong.

"That's enough. You two are rare geniuses. Go down and have a rest." The old man slowly opened his mouth and said, but at this time, Lin Feng's footstep was empty, and he said coldly, "wait a minute.""Well?"

The crowd looks a congealed, Lin Feng, after seeing she Qiong's terrorist strength, dare to fight with she Qiong?

"You want to fight?"

She Qiong looks cold. She stares at Lin Feng unexpectedly. Lin Feng is looking for death.

"Yes." Lin Feng's eyes are icy. He will never give up if she Qiong is not killed today.

"Hum." The old man snorted coldly and said, "you don't have to be so anxious if you want to die. She Qiong has just fought a battle. What do you mean by taking advantage of others' danger? Let him rest before you fight, or you can fight with others first and then with him."

Lin Feng's cold eyes glanced at the old man, who seemed to be defending she Qiong.

"In that case, I'll fight first." Lin Feng light said a, the old face a sink, to she Qiong and cloud fly Yang way: "you two people go down first."

She Qiong's cold eyes swept Lin Feng, and then her figure twinkled and went down, and the clouds flew away from the void.

On the Xiangjiang River, only Lin Feng and the old man in the distance are left.

Lin Feng, who to fight?

"Who do you want to invite? Say it!" The old man said coldly, and everyone had some expectations. Lin Feng, who would choose to be the first opponent.

She Qiong can't fight him now. Yun Feiyang seems to be on one side of him, and he can't fight either. Lin Feng's choice seems to have left only eight young masters and Ling Tianshi's brothers and sisters.

Ling Tian's strength is by no means easy to provoke. In the nine palaces trapped dragon array, he killed the most people. Is it possible that Lin Feng wants to choose to fight with a woman?

Lin Feng's eyes slowly swept through the crowd. Now he has only seen Wu Qing, the fifth, the second, and the third, wanhumen. Duan Wuyuan, the fourth, Dapeng and Luoxue, the sixth and seventh. Duan Wudao is the strongest. The fifth and eighth are said to be the two brothers of Yu family.

At this time, under the sky, in the direction of the snow moon holy courtyard, Chu Zhanpeng's eyes were indifferent, staring at him, and his fighting spirit was surging.

"After this war, I will fight with she Qiong and Chu Zhanpeng. Let's put it aside for the time being." Lin Feng secretly said, finally, his eyes fell on Ling Tianshi brother and sister.

Ling Tian's eyes slightly coagulated, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. It seems that Lin Feng must choose him first.

The battle between him and Lin Feng is inevitable.

"Get out of here." Lin Feng faintly spits out a voice, let Ling Tian's eyes coagulate, roll out, Lin Feng let him roll out.

The crowd also looked at Lin Feng. Even in the face of these real talents, he was still as frivolous as ever. These people are not the people of the beast gate. Each of them is a generation of amazing people. They are several young people standing at the top of the snow moon country.

Ling Tian calm face, step out, came to Lin Feng opposite, look cold.

The full moon is still bright. The bleak moonlight interweaves on the two people, giving people a sense of sadness. This night is the night of the rise of genius, but also destined to be the night of the fall of genius.

Those stronger geniuses will trample on the lives of other geniuses, flying in the sky and overlooking the snow moon.

The rise and fall of genius are witnessed by millions of people.

Lin Feng, he has been famous for several times in the snow moon, but tonight, in front of all the talents, whether he can continue to shine his brilliance, or fall, this first battle is expected.

One is the genius with the most prosperous snow moon in the past two years, and the other is the proud young strong man who comes out of Yandang Mountain. Who can win their collision!