Ancient True Dragon Art

"Huh"

The palm waved.

The broken spirit sword palm quickly pierced the sky, and a series of simple handprints, with an endless desolation aura, quickly twisted and rolled up.

Wherever he went, there were thick traces.

This Spirit Breaking Sword Palm is integrated with the power of Qin Fengfeng’s battle scar. It can be said to have reached an extreme when it is displayed at this time. Although due to excessive incompleteness, this martial skill is only at the level of ground level. Under the blessing of the battle mark of the wind, it is still full of power.

"Give me-broken!"

Looking at the quaint showcase, Sikong Jiuzhi's face showed a trace of disdain, and the Tiantianzhizhi quickly blasted towards Qin Feng.

"Boom Rumble"

With the bombardment of the Sky Extinguishing Finger, immediately, endless traces of fragmentation began to form.

Qin Feng's broken spirit sword palm was shattered by life, but Qin Feng's face did not change at all. In the seal of his palm, the torn spirit broken sword palm did not completely disappear, but turned into Countless fragments, directly toward the other side burst out again.

"what?"

Feeling the sharp aura coming from the opposite side, the face of Sagong's nine-finger suddenly changed slightly. I didn't expect Qin Feng's Spirit Breaking sword palm to have such power.

"It's the power of the battle scar of the wind!"

Suddenly, Sikong’s nine fingers reacted and suddenly saw the mysterious wind-like rune behind Qin Feng. The chill between his eyes suddenly became clearer. This time, he was simply Even more angry.

"roll!"

Mietian commanded to move, like a dragon python burst, quickly tearing the past, and instantly crushing all the energy fragments into shatters.

"Reincarnation means!"

Move one finger again.

A gray finger, as if coming from the abyss, exuded boundless majesty, eternally, the supreme god.

"dead!"

Controlling the reincarnation finger, at this moment, Sikong's nine fingers clearly did not leave the slightest means, bombarding them with all their strength, that gray finger was even more bursting, opening the world, and bringing boundless mysterious fluctuations.

This wave of fluctuations radiated out, and even made the soul feel tremors.

"Quick battle!"

Qin Feng's eyes flashed with boundless divine light.

At this time, he had already planned to make a quick battle, and the nine-finger methods of Sikong in front of him were endless. It can be said that every gesture of the opponent was completely different, but all of them contained shocking destructive power.

If the battle continues for a long time, it will be detrimental to Qin Feng himself.

"Huh..."

With a sudden movement, Qin Feng disappeared in front of the opponent like this...

"what?!"

Feeling the change in Qin Feng's body, Sikong's nine-finger face began to move slightly at this time, and he secretly felt bad in his heart.

However, when he really reacted, Qin Feng in front of him suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The Eye of Purgatory!"

Swipe...

Between Qin Feng's eyes, there were strange brilliance that suddenly opened and closed.

In an instant, there was a heavy wave of tyrannical fluctuations.

"what?!"

The face of Sikong's nine fingers changed drastically, and he only felt his body suddenly stiff. The next moment, the whole person's soul started to tremble.

"not good!"

Sikong Jiuzhi's heart was shocked. At this moment, he already felt something was wrong, but everything was too late!

"Death... Thunder Blade!"

A cold voice, like a death god, quickly passed in front of him.