Ancient True Dragon Art

"Little guy, you must take care of yourself!"

Di Tian turned his head, glanced at Qin Feng, and said with a smile.

"Om!"

Before Qin Feng could react, Di Tian raised the Dragon Spirit Longsword in his hand and greeted him.

"boom!"

Long Ling Long Sword, a long sword, like a real dragon roaring, with supreme power, shocked the sky.

The sword energy that diffused out almost turned into substance, overwhelming the sky, like a vast ocean.

A fierce sword force burst from Di Tian at this moment!

At this moment, Qin Feng could completely feel that his body was trembling constantly, and he wanted to join the battle immediately.

Qin Feng's gaze stared closely at Di Tian's every move.

Although at this time, the surrounding void has gradually become blurred and distorted.

However, Qin Feng could still realize how horrible sword power was, how invincible it was.

That kind of feeling, it seems that everything can be blocked, beheaded and torn apart by force.

Di Tian, ​​his own cultivation is very terrible.

Even if his body at this moment is just condensed with a thought, it must not be underestimated.

The sword he swung casually turned into a giant sword aura of ten thousand meters.

kill!

Spare no effort to shoot!

At this time, Qin Feng only felt that his eyes were tingling.

Obviously, this was caused by the previous battle.

That kind of shocking and wonderful battle really made Qin Feng really unwilling to miss it. He tried his best to see clearly.

At the same time, Qin Feng was secretly worried about Di Tian.

"Roar!"

A long red dragon phantom, constantly raising its head and roaring, the dragon's tail swept across, as if it could shatter the sky and sweep everything!

Between the other party's tail sweeping, an unimaginable force cut through the sky fiercely, extremely domineering.

boom!

A stumped arm was suddenly lifted out.

"Crunch!"

A terrible aura of evil to the extreme, suddenly flickered, and the figure of the demon king became extremely tall.

When his right hand was smashed by sword qi, he didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he used his left hand to explode even more fierce killing moves.

It can be seen that those powerful sword auras are constantly disintegrating in his bombardment.

In the void, deep cracks began to flash.

The opposite Di Tian stood on the void.

In the light of his hair, strands of sword aura became more solid, like a whirlwind, hovering around his body.

That back, it looks so cool!

"hateful!"

The Evil Turbid Demon snarled, only to see that the broken arm on his body was covered with a layer of black energy, which was constantly repairing.

"Om!"

In just a few breaths, his broken arm was restored to its original state.

At the same time, he roared again, like a demon, with strong evil spirits, and between his palms, he released a series of mysterious flowing runes.

Those runes are clearly the rune restrictions that imprisoned him before.

But at this time, he was forcibly torn apart, condensing a sharp sword phantom, and it collided with the dragon spirit long sword of the emperor.

"Hehehe, Ditian, today, I must kill you!"

Above the void, even though there are a large number of rune prohibitions around, suppressing, but the evil demon king, it seems that he has not been affected, and the evil power that is permeating his body is actually getting more and more powerful.