Ancient True Dragon Art

With one hand, swiping it to the extreme, the Spirit Breaking Sword's palm quickly drew across the sky, and a huge purple whip appeared between the center of his eyebrows.

"Peng!"

"Papa..."

While the divine whip was swung fiercely, it was already tightly entwined with the Black Smoke Demon Sword, and at this time, Qin Feng could be said to be one enemy and two, with one heart divided.

The instant the soul-breaking sword palm was also the moment when the long whip entangled the opponent's black smoke demon sword, and hurriedly blasted the demon repair body.

"Pouch"

Blood was flying, but the small palm prints were sharp like a sword, and the opponent's head was flying out in an instant.

On the latter's head that flew out, there was a dazed expression with trepidation, obviously it was impossible to believe that Qin Feng could kill him under the hands of both of them.

"what?!"

The skinny Demon Xiu couldn't help but screamed, his face suddenly showing timidity.

Budo fight.

Aura occupies a huge factor.

Once the aura is weak, it will inevitably affect the exertion of his own strength. As his timid heart emerges, the moves in this hand suddenly become extremely slow.

"boom"

Although the movements of this skinny magic repair were only slightly changed, a master's tricks, even the slightest difference may cause a great change, Qin Feng grasped this in an instant.

The palm of the broken spirit sword fiercely drew three palm prints, forming three attack routes, and instantly greeted them, and the purple light whip severely shattered the sarcophagus held on the opponent's white bone palm.

"dead!"

With a cry of hostility came out.

An aura of madness radiated fiercely, and Qin Feng's eyes seemed to shone with sword light, so dazzling. At this moment, the skinny Demon Xiu's face completely changed.

He looked at Qin Feng in disbelief, unable to believe that the guy in front of him was just a junior of the Sixth Layer of True Spirit Realm.

"Pouch"

With a stabbing pain in the center of his eyebrows, the palm prints of Qin Feng's Spirit-breaking sword palm were already submerged.

"Boom Rumble"

All energy began to collapse instantly.

"Boy...you are dead... Hall Master Zhiguan... won't let you go!"

In this skinny Demon Xiu's mouth, he screamed hard, his veins were exposed, with great pain:

"is it?"

Without comment, Qin Feng waved his palm, cutting off the opponent's last vitality.

Immediately, Zhen Qi slid across, and after finding a few bags from these people, they placed them on their bodies.

From beginning to end, this greedy cat was lying on Qin Feng's shoulders, and he didn't know how this guy did it, but the lazy look made Qin Feng quite unhappy.

But suddenly, the body of the greedy cat quickly stood up, a pair of watery cats looked in one direction, and their paws moved towards Qin Feng anxiously:

"Meow~Meow!!"

"Huh? You said someone came here?"

Qin Feng believed in the sensibility of gluttonous cats.

Soon, Qin Feng thought of what the skinny demon cultivator said before his death:

"Hall Master Zhiguan? Is he the one who came?"

"Meow~~"

The gluttonous cat yelled quickly again.

"Are you saying that my chances of winning are not great?"

Qin Feng nodded, and then, flickering, quickly swept in one direction.

Qin Feng recognized the gluttonous cat's statement, and the opponent's perception had already made him see it.

Not long after Qin Feng left, there was a violent tearing sound from the void. The next moment, a dark shadow resembled a ghost, with a soaring devilish energy, rushing over...