King of Gods

"Night Sky Night"

Zhao Feng was in a dark night, and in the field of vision, he had lost the trace of the night feathers.

For the "night shadow blood" of the night feathers, many of the spectators present at the scene are familiar.

This kind of blood can make the night feathers into the night scene and can flash in any area of ​​the night.

"In this night scene, my senses are greatly restrained, and the night feathers not only increase the speed of the body to an extreme, but also the body, such as the moonlight night, the damage suffered, cut in half."

Zhao Feng stood in the same place and did not act rashly.

In the case of this enemy darkness, it is a rational choice to use static braking.

Once Zhao Feng bursts his hand and reveals a flaw, he will be caught by the night.

"No traces in the dark night"

Suddenly, a mysterious invisible mysterious atmosphere swept past the night.

laugh

Invisible chills, the wind has already come, Zhao Feng skin uploaded a tingling sensation.

"So fast"

When Zhao Feng noticed an abnormality, the attack of the night feathers fell to the body.

Because the night feathers, integrated into the night field, can be transferred in any area, comparable to the means of the thief cat hollowing out.

啵

Zhao Feng's blood and blood movements in the body automatically surfaced a layer of blue and blue water waves.

Fluffy

The attack of the night feathers fell on the waves of water, as if they were trapped in the ocean, and they were able to absorb them.

Purple Wind Thunder

Zhao Feng counterattacks the first time, after a claw is photographed, but it is empty.

"Ha ha."

The sound of the night feathers appeared on the other side of the night field.

Zhao Feng's gaze is slightly condensed, and this night's feathers are really not difficult.

In the night scene, the night feathers are like water, and you can move out of the air. When the attack is completed, people will leave.

In this situation, he can attack the opponent, but the opponent can not help him.

"It’s not a night feather, let Zhao Feng expose the bleeding force."

The official of the arena, the old man smiled.

The first round of confrontation, night Mo Yu and Zhao Feng, did not take advantage of each other.

"Zhao Feng's blood is the blood, the defense is really abnormal, my attack, the power in the night is greatly increased, but he can't hurt him."

The night feather figure is like a moon shadow, blending into the night.

but.

His mouth smirked a smile, he is now in a state of full prosperity, the enemy is clear, I am in the dark, take the initiative

And Zhao Feng, even fighting, is somewhat consumed.

"It's very interesting, but my goal is a hundred-game winning streak. I have to make a quick decision."

Zhao Feng's eyes are fierce, and the blood of the blood of the body is rushing, and the **** body spurs a huge breath of wild monsters.

"how come……"

Under that breath, the blood power of the night feathers, faintly trembled, was suppressed.

Night Mo Yu can't believe that in addition to the mythical blood of the "Taiwan Wanbangbang", there is still blood power that can suppress his "night shadow blood."

It’s too late, it’s fast.

"Ice Emperor Printing · Ice Emperor Field"

Zhao Feng shouted, and a blue crystal-like iceprint was condensed in the palm of his hand.

Huge

The secluded blue ice prints, like the ice lotus blossoms, suddenly expand several tens of times, and extend underground to form a frozen area of ​​ice crystal.

Time.

A layer of blue crystal ice cold hood, the surface of the floating simple and distant texture, covering a certain area, the surrounding area is frozen and sealed.

In the icy cold-printed area, an ancient ice dragon's taboo cold force penetrates the void and seals everything.

"My virtual night"

Incorporating the night feathers in the night, it is eclipsed, the body is cold, and the eyes are watching the dark nights around, and it is caught in a layer of ice crystals.

Even him, in the ice emperor field, blood and blood condensed, the body showed a trend of ice cold.

"The blood power of Zhao Feng is stronger than the night blood of the night feathers. The power of ice and water is so pure and close to the source."

In the middle of the VIP station, the owner of the Yongfeng Temple moved.

In the fight against the secrets of blood and veins, Zhao Feng directly suppressed the night feathers.

"ice burst"

Not waiting for the night to get out of the feathers, Zhao Feng ice blue crystal-like punch light, slamming on the ground.

嘣 隆 ——

At that time, the frozen area of ​​the ice crystal burst into a million cold ice, a catastrophic cold storm, sweeping the entire arena.

The array of methods around the arena swayed and the surface condensed with a layer of frost.

For a time, a frosty ice wind in the arena was blurred.

"嘭"

A wolverine figure, haunted by the horrible cold light, blasted out of the arena, spit out a blood in the air.

thump

When the night feathers landed, the whole body freezes and freezes like a piece of ice sculpture.

Inside the arena, it’s a piece of it.

The tough challenger of the night Mo Yu was actually smashed out of the arena by Zhao Feng in such a violent and brutal way.

"Although it consumes some blood power, it is the fastest and easiest way to win and lose."

Zhao Feng whispered.

In the absence of the eyes of the gods, in the night scene of the night, he is also subject to control, and can not lock the opponent.

"The 72nd game..."

The referee continues to announce.

Starting from the 70 games, the strength of each opponent is not simple.

The combat power of those opponents is at least the later stage of the Xiaodan Yuanjing, and even reaches the peak of the Xiaodan Yuanjing.

These opponents, at least against the shoulders of Li Yunya, the ancestral master, and even stronger.

To speed up the battle, Zhao Feng had to use the purple to destroy the real yuan, or blood power.

Seventy-two wins... seventy-three wins... seventy-four wins

Zhao Feng's winning streak, quickly refreshed.

In the arena, many spectators, excited and excited, one by one concentrated.

"Purple electric wind ring"

Zhao Feng's radiant purple electric wind flow turned into a dazzling purple ring of horror, which radiated a breath of destruction and ravaged everything.

嘭嘭嘭

Under one trick, the strong men of the three small Dan Yuan Jing were directly blasted out, and the whole body was black.

hiss

The audience watched the audience and took a breath.

too crazy

That is the late stage of the three little Dan Yuan.

"Can't do this, you are one by one, consuming his strength."

The old man’s face changed and he stopped.

Zhao Feng is on the competitive stage, often playing two or three, so the efficiency is too high.

Eightyth game.

"Blood Wings"

A blood robes, a black scorpion in the eyebrows, a **** snake-like blood, and a **** konjac.

There was a burst of exclamation from the place.

This blood-winged demon statue is the strongest who defeated the night moth in the previous move, and its cultivation is to reach the peak of Xiaodan Yuanjing.

"Blood Wings"

The blood robes are indifferent and smile, and the body's enchanting blood wing is tens of thousands of feet. The power can be shaken by the sky, compared to the great Dan Yuanyuan.

At this moment, even Zhao Feng felt a touch of pressure.

Puff

The attack of the blood robes of the lord, combined with the power of the enchanting blood of thousands of feet, the entire arena shines a trace of blood.

"Wing of the Wind and Thunder"

Behind Zhao Feng, a twenty-two-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-light thunder-wing is extended, and the inner core of the body is a hint of purple crystal.

Bang

A horrible suffocation of the purple hurricane thunder, resounding throughout the arena, the thunder and lightning of the sky, emitting a devastating atmosphere from the ancient times.

In the faint, it seems that there is a dying dragon, raging in the storm of destruction.

"what"

The blood-winged demon screamed, and the body was like a blood-colored piece of paper, which was blasted out of the arena.

Eighty-game winning streak

Teng

The old man couldn’t sit still, his face was dignified.

"A trick to fly ‘Blood Wrath, this is his real strength?”

The night of the feathers was pale and horrified.

To know.

When the blood-winged demon statues display the secrets of the blood-wings, the war will chase the "dignity master" of Dadan Yuanjing in a short period of time.

Eighty-one winning streak... eighty-five consecutive victories... eighty-nine consecutive victories

Unstoppable

Zhao Feng's purple wind and thunder and blood power burst frequently, which shows the true strength.

After ninety games, the opponent's combat power is raised to a new level.

These opponents, at least compared to the "blood wing magic deity", blood tactics and various special abilities, are all within the domain of the famous earthquake.

Ninety-one wins... ninety-two wins... ninety-three wins

Every time Zhao Feng wins, he can live up to his ease, concentrate on his defenses, and be prepared to cope with some endless **** secrets and special abilities.

"These opponents, the combat power is basically approaching the Dan Dan Yuan Jing, even compared to the ordinary Lord."

Zhao Feng felt a little pressure.

If it is two such opponents, he is not in the eye.

however.

In the ongoing battle, Zhao Feng’s energy, blood and real elements are inevitably consumed.

Some of the opponents behind can easily beat the night feathers.

Ninety-four winning streak... ninety-five consecutive victories... ninety-six consecutive victories

"Zhao Feng Zhao Feng Zhao..."

In the arena, there was a warm cheer and the sound was like a flood.

A lot of spectators, heartfelt, warm and excited, waiting for the history of the hundred-game winning streak.

"It's too strong. Even after ninety wins, the captain's blood power and wind and thunder skills are still pressing."

Li Yunya was shocked inside.

but.

After the 95th game, Zhao Feng’s forehead oozes a trace of sweat.

There was a trace of exhaustion in his expression.

"My purple annihilation element is refined and powerful, but the number is less than the average Xiaodan Yuanjing."

Zhao Feng is aware of the problem.

In the impact of Dan Yuanjing, it was used to absorb the "world and atmosphere" of dreams in Taikoo, and Zhao Feng's Dan nuclear was concentrated ten times.

"Humph"

The old man’s face was a touch of coldness.

Next.

In the 96th and 97th games, the opponent was unprecedentedly powerful, and the combat power was greater than that of the Dan.

Zhao Feng urged the blood force, waved the ice gun, and made a fierce battle, still defeating the opponent with an overwhelming advantage.

But at this time, Zhao Feng consumes most of the money, whether it is real or blood.

"The last three games left"

"In the last three games, can the miracle of a hundred-game winning streak be born?"

In the arena, there is a wave of enthusiasm.

"The 98th Field"

The referee’s mouth was a little smirk.

"Junior, stop here"

A huge and boundless power, as if it is integrated with the natural universe, descends from the sky.

唰

The voice just fell, a flower-haired old man, appeared on the arena.

"Da Dan Yuanjing"

"Respect for the main level? This is beyond the level of the challenge of Xiaodan Yuanjing's 100-game winning streak"

In the arena, the pot was blasted.

"Oh, according to the rules, the last three games of a hundred-game winning streak, there can be a higher-order strongman."

The old man smiled lightly.

at this time.

Zhao Feng’s blood is true, consumes most of it, how to deal with it, and the next three great Dan’s lords?