Ancient True Dragon Art

"Peng! Bang! Bang!"

The energy Shenhe that Yun Tianzheng shot out was directly shattered, and the energy fragments that burst out burst out toward the surroundings, bright and unparalleled.

"Chang!"

He was playing while walking, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, he actually resisted Yun Tianzheng's crazy shot, and appeared in front of Yun Tianzheng incomparably arrogant.

"Huh"

Fists shook again.

The red-golden fist, like a huge falling star, made a shivering sharp wind.

"You dare!"

Yun Tianzheng was shocked and angry.

Holding the Sovereign Scepter, he swung it fiercely.

"clang!"

The fists and the scepter slammed together, making a rubbing sound that was enough to pierce the starry sky.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Qin Feng, who had already been holding the winning ticket, stepped back three steps involuntarily at this time before slowly stagnating.

The Sovereign Scepter in Yun Tianzheng's hand, at this time, unexpectedly issued a sharp halo, resisting his fist outside, not only that, but also frantically bounced back with a stronger force.

With such strength, Qin Feng had to retreat.

"Is this the power of the secondary artifact?"

"Qin Feng, die!"

At this time, Yun Tianzheng finally gained a bit of confidence, holding the sovereign rod in his hand, dancing quickly, completely desperately.

With the swing of the Sovereign Scepter, for a time, the light and blood in the body rose to the sky, catering to the sky, attracting endless vitality, and suppressing it mightily.

At this moment, Yun Tianzheng completely gave up on himself. On the contrary, he became more and more familiar with the realm of martial arts.

That Lingwu's violent, violent posture is particular about it. With the display of such fascinating knowledge, his vigor and energy, like an unsheathed divine blade, unexpectedly set off countless divine lights and turned upside down. .

"Humph……"

Qin Feng gave a cold snort in his mouth.

Fists shook again.

It was sharper than before. Although the ten fingers clenched a fist, each finger was like a divine sword, and the rays of light flew away, bringing up a line of torn ripples.

"boom!"

Yun Tianzheng's body was beaten back a few steps, but before he could breathe, Qin Feng's fist waved out again.

"This kid... is it possible that he is an immortal body? With such a confrontation, even a strong man in the realm of God can't hold back that Yun Tianzheng's shot!"

"Yeah, this kid is too scary!"

How could the True Spirit Realm be so terrible?

"Peng!"

Finally, following Qin Feng's crazy and savage way of shooting, Yun Tianzheng's mind became unstable, and he was finally hit by a punch, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Is this the true strength of Junior Brother Qin?"

Li Qingshan's blood boiled as he watched, and murmured in his mouth.

"Junior Brother Qin, isn't the sword technique the best at using? When did the boxing technique become so powerful?"

Luo Yun said inadvertently.

But after saying these words, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, as if thinking of something, not only him, but the entire Buddha Mountain disciples were all dumbfounded.

Yes, this Qin Feng is good at swordsmanship. It seems that all he uses now are boxing techniques, and he has never used the long sword before.

"Could it be that...this is not the heyday of Qin Junior Brother?"

The corners of Chu Wuyong's mouth twitched.

"Crack!"

A burst of cracking sound resounded suddenly.

That Yun Tianzheng's body was finally shrouded by Qin Fengsheng, his fist was enveloped, his fists burst out, and his body was cracked and cracked.