Ancient True Dragon Art

No matter how tyrannical Qin Feng is, it is impossible to fight against a powerhouse of the gods.

"Fuck!"

There was a humiliating look on Bao Jiuyan and others' faces, and the muscles and strength on their bodies kept tearing.

Their friends are being besieged by people, but they can't move forward, and the tyrannical methods can't help them getting close.

What a humiliation this is.

This also makes them more and more aware of the importance of strength.

"This time, if we can go out alive, we will definitely step through the Hanging Mountain and the Little Dragon King Villa, and slay the Ice King and the Bone King Liu Yi!"

Facing the disparity in strength, Bao Jiuyan's anger almost burned to the extreme for a while.

"what is that?!"

Suddenly at this moment, a disciple couldn't help but screamed loudly, with an expression of shock that could not be covered in his voice.

There, above the void.

A picture scroll composed of long swords continues to extend and move, and thousands of swords scream together, shocking the ages.

And in the core position among these ten thousand swords, a ghost slowly began to spread out.

"Peng!"

Suddenly, the world shook.

One person finally appeared thoroughly.

His eyes flashed with endless cold light, a long sword with boundless sword intent in his hand burst out a waterfall of sword-qi combination, and in the midst of his long hair dancing wildly, the robe on his body showed countless mysterious textures.

Isn't that Qin Feng buried by this scroll of ten thousand swords, who else is it?

"Damn it, Qin Feng is not dead yet!"

Originally saw Qin Feng being suppressed by Tian Gu Zi, he was still very proud of his heart. His scroll of ten thousand swords, based on the power of the primordial magnet, was blessed by the light of Shenyao, and even more with his powerful power. , Powerful enough to shake the sky.

But he didn't expect that at this time, Qin Feng would rush out, which made him suddenly shocked!

"dead!"

The four powerhouses, although not a unity of mind at this time, they also have a common goal.

Seeing that Qin Feng was about to make a sudden attack from the ancient son of the earth, he was suddenly furious, and instantly moved all the way, especially the white bone king, who was interrupted by Qin Feng's white bone whip, and was even more angry. .

The black shadow behind the snake, like a dragon, also rushed towards Qin Feng in an instant.

"Boom!"

Facing everyone's shots, Qin Feng's face was full of chills, his body moved slightly, stepping into the void.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the world trembled.

As if step by step, this foot is constantly wailing that the void is actually stepped on.

"Behind him! What is that?!"

Finally, one of the disciples reacted generally, pointing to Qin Feng's back and shouting loudly.

Behind Qin Feng, the boundless divine light moved radiantly, and as the brilliance was circulating, a phantom figure slowly appeared, with boundless power, wearing a set of ancient armor, and between his eyes, there was a strange brilliance. , Holding a giant sword in both hands.

There is also an ancient throne, slowly appearing under the phantom, sacred and powerful!

"That is Qin Feng's divine light, the perfect substantive divine light!"

The boundless sacred breath circulated, along with the huge phantom behind Qin Feng, his eyes opened and closed, and in an instant, the boundless power seemed to explode, rolling up crazily.

"Om!"

"Qiangqiang!"

"Puff!"

That Wanjian picture scroll could not bear the gaze of the shadow behind Qin Feng, and it was torn apart fiercely, turning countless long swords into nothingness.