Ancient True Dragon Art

The black shadow that looked like a snake and a dragon under the control of the Bone King was suppressed even more, making waves of wailing.

"boom!"

Qin Feng's figure set foot, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in holy light. Between one foot, there was a sense of refinement, like a god-king, unparalleled in the world.

It is also the light of Shenyao, and the light of Shenyao condensed behind Qin Feng has such a shocking power?

"go with!!"

The ice king, roared again and again, his complexion changed rarely, and the frosty air behind him seemed to linger out like crazy, but he could no longer get in a few meters away from Qin Feng's body.

"dead!"

At this moment, Qin Feng finally started to fight back.

The long sword in his hand was rolled up.

"Chang!"

A long cry like a dragon like a tiger resounded throughout the starry sky.

Qin Feng seemed to be in the control of a god, carrying the years of rebirth, breaking the shackles of the Tianhe, all kinds of attacks, allowing them to take action, but they could not contaminate the whole body at all.

"Qiangqiang!"

Finally, the full power of this sword came out.

Although there was only one sword, it instantly set off a heavy sword aura. Thousands of sword auras galloped vertically and horizontally.

Sword Qi gathers and clearly evolves into a sea of ​​gods!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were all attracted by the mysteriousness and majesty of this sword, but there was only one person with timidity and distortion on his face.

"Bone King-die!"

The cold sound, like a winter wind, and like death whispering in his ears, is enough to make everyone who hears tremble and feel a chill.

"Puff......"

That sea of ​​sword energy evolved into a sea of ​​divine, sharp divine sea, directly engulfing the flesh of the bone king.

Accompanied by a stern tearing sound.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with blood, and the blood was scattered.

"Do not!"

In the midair, the bone king screamed so terribly astonishing, but it stopped in an instant.

Only the endless blood filled the air like a living thing, sprinkled wantonly, and the divine light on the Bone King also merged into Qin Feng's back, making a sky-shaking roar.

For a time, the boundless chill made people tremble.

The Bone King, a king-level disciple, has fallen!

"Even to kill a king-level disciple?!"

"Using the real spiritual realm cultivation base, kill the king-level disciple? How is this possible?"

"No...my eyes are dazzled!"

Facing the void, the boundless blood and the fragments of the body of the Bone King changed all at once.

"Hmph, this Qin Feng is going to die. He just beat the Yun Tianzheng to death, and now he has killed the Bone King. The former is protected by an emperor-level Yun Tianteng. A wave of his hand is enough to make Qin Feng The death is miserable, and the Bone King is a simple one, this is a disciple of the Ghost Shadow Sect!"

A disciple made a sound of gloating.

But in an instant, he was slapped and flew out by the Jin Zhanshan of the Doushen Palace, bleeding from his mouth, and fled in embarrassment.

Although facing a king-level disciple, Jin Zhanshan still cannot contend, but as a disciple of the God of Fighting Palace, Jin Zhanshan's combat power is enough to leapfrog his opponents, and he has obtained great benefits in this undead secret realm, against half-step Tongshen. The disciples are not difficult.

Of course, although this disciple's schadenfreude caused dissatisfaction with Jin Zhanshan and others, his words directly hit the key point.