Ancient True Dragon Art

"laugh"

Shot again!

Blink!

Go empty!

"impossible!"

Looking at Qin Feng, the expression on Master True Dragon's face had begun to become extremely evil.

"How can your speed be so fast? This is impossible. This young man contains the noble dragon blood. How can you fight against this young man as a mortal!"

"Noble? Just you?"

Qin Feng laughed softly in his mouth, and said noncommittal in his tone.

"Huh"

As he spoke, Qin Feng's body flickered.

"boom!"

The fist burst, and with the blessing of the fist, the huge and unmatched fist was formed quickly under the blessing of the true energy, and then it hit the real young master dragon's body fiercely.

However, at the moment of the hit, Qin Feng's face changed slightly.

Before starting, it turned out to be extremely hard.

"Scaly!?"

Qin Feng fiercely discovered the effect of the scales on this true young master dragon.

"Have you finally found it? My son's scales are as hard as dragon scales, but unfortunately...you found it too late!"

"laugh"

A burst through the air, with a long barbed tail behind the True Dragon Lord, he drove straight in in an instant, and pierced Qin Feng's body alive.

That sharp energy was almost at its extreme, even Qin Feng couldn't escape it instantly, even if the Lei Ying Step moved to its extreme, the battle robe on this body had cut a gap.

"Humph!"

Qin Feng snorted, eyes like electricity.

A slight movement of the palm.

Qin Feng already had an extra long blade in his hand, the Overlord Dragon Sword!

"Hmph, your boxing technique is very powerful. My son feels it. There is a certain mood in your boxing technique. Obviously you have realized the fist, but you can't break my son's defenses, even if your speed is fast. , Will eventually be hit by this son!"

The real Lord Dragon smiled wickedly.

"Really? I don't think so..."

As the long sword was clenched, Qin Feng's face was already showing a faint smile, and a strange wave of waves blessed in the long sword:

"Lightning swordsmanship..."

"laugh……"

Along with Qin Feng's low anger, the long blade in his hand slashed like lightning.

"Sword Intent?! You still understand the sword intent?!"

The face of Lord True Dragon changed drastically, and the sword aura, with tearing sharpness, flashed on his body like lightning.

"Pouch"

Blood bursts!

The real Young Master Long's body has fallen softly.

At this time, his body was cut into two segments. That sword aura, with an astonishing sword intent, was even more terrifying. Even if the defense power of the true Dragon Lord is under the blessing of this scale, it is amazing, but it is Still torn by this sword qi.

"You... actually realized the sword intent?!"

Until now, this real young man couldn't believe it.

Compared with the majestic and majestic fist intent, the tearing and sharp sword intent is more terrifying, but at this time, the real dragon master knew it too late.

"Humph……"

Qin Feng's mouth moved slightly, and in a cold snort, the long sword was raised again.

"Boy... this time, you are dead!"

Facing this sword full of death breath, Lord Real Dragon looked at him with a sneer, with a weird and spiteful smile on his face:

"Seal of Curse!"

"laugh"

The eyebrows flickered, and in the eyebrows of the real young man, a strange wave suddenly shot out. This wave, like a living creature, shuttled over like lightning.