Ancient True Dragon Art

But at this next moment, Qin Feng's energy was already swaying out.

"Silent blade! Lightning swordsmanship!"

The two swordsmanship were quickly displayed.

The silent blade is sharp, but silent, like a ghost.

Lightning swordsmanship, tearing through the sky, but with extraordinary momentum.

"puff"

In the next moment, Tian Guzi's body was struck vigorously, and for a while, blood stained the sky.

"Damn, how strong is this Qin Feng?"

"Does he really only have the cultivation base of the True Spirit Realm? Why does he seem to have no problem after such a long time of chasing?"

"Even though the old man had never claimed the king's rank that day, he still had the fighting power of the king's rank. How could he be killed in a flash by a single face?"

"Does Qin Feng still hide his strength?"

Looking at Qin Feng, many people began to feel timid.

This life is only once, even if it is Qin Feng's body carrying a map that records the portal, but at this time, if he rushes up, he is very likely to be beheaded.

In this case, it would be better to find the portal of teleportation in this undead secret realm. Although it is dangerous, it also has great opportunities.

At least it's better than falling.

"kill!"

Suddenly at this moment, a series of majestic vigor shrouded again.

The Ice King and the True Dragon Lord of the Little Dragon King Villa also shot.

Especially for the former, a huge frosty air quickly diffused, and for a while, a powerful chill enveloped a radius of tens of thousands of meters, like an ancient ice world.

"boom"

The evolution of a phantom behind.

That phantom is unparalleled in the world, condensing the light of the gods, and at this time, Qin Feng also felt the tremendous power contained in this phantom.

Enough to deter the ten parties.

The frosty aura on the Ice King was instantly smashed by a violent sword swing from the shadow behind Qin Feng.

"open!"

Holding a long sword, Qin Feng's eyes appeared boundlessly and quickly rushed out.

Strength, crisscross!

A long sword shakes the sky and the earth.

A mysterious phantom is driving behind, tearing everything apart.

"boom!"

The face of the Ice King was distorted, and his divine light was restrained by Qin Feng, not only that, even his Primordial bloodline was restrained.

"how can that be?!"

Seeing Qin Feng who was escaping quickly, the eyes of the Ice King couldn't help with a spiteful divine light, wishing to break Qin Feng with a burst of energy.

"Roar"

Long Yin was violent.

The real young man put his hands together, and the dragon chants burst out quickly from the palm of his palm. His figure flickered, like a real dragon.

In both hands, the dragon's claws quickly gathered, violently evolved a true dragon phantom, quickly tearing and chasing it.

At this time, there are more and more powerful people around here, even Qin Feng at this time, his face has begun to become a little dignified.

His body was hit by the dust, which seemed to be fine, but in fact, the injuries on his body were indeed quite serious.

Duan Kongchen has the blood of the **** servant, and between this shot, there is a ray of light.

The power of light is one of the most powerful attribute forces among natural attributes, and it is difficult to refine and resist.

There is even a vague posture that surpasses all ancient bloodlines.

Although the bloodline of Duan Kongchen’s **** servant can only borrow a trace of the power of light, when he shot it in secret, it literally hit Qin Feng. This also caused the power of light at this time to begin to be in Qin Feng. The body is constantly destroyed.