Ancient True Dragon Art

With the fight, the blood in Qin Feng's body began to riot continuously, wandering forcibly, unscrupulously releasing his power.

"Qiang... Silent Blade!"

Feeling the mighty energy from the real young man on the back, Qin Feng's face changed slightly, and the golden war sword quickly shot out, swaying out instantly.

"boom"

A huge sword aura formed a fan-shaped trace, which quickly lingered for shelter, and slammed toward the vicious impact of the deity.

"Roar!"

The real dragon roared fiercely, and the dragon claws swallowed, violently holding down Qin Feng's sword aura.

"Cracking!"

Two powerful forces quickly stalemate together.

But faintly, you can feel that in this real dragon phantom, with a powerful corrosive effect, Qin Feng's sword aura has begun to show signs of corrosion under the impact of the opponent's dragon claws.

Xiaolongwang Villa has rumors of dragon blood.

Qin Feng sneered at such a statement.

He possesses dragon energy, and he cultivates Primordial True Dragon Art. He is naturally very sensitive to dragon blood.

In the blood of the disciples of the Little Dragon King Villa, there is indeed a ray of dragon aura, but it is incomparably mixed, and it is obviously completely indifferent to this, dragon blood.

However, such a corrosive effect caused Qin Feng to frown quite a bit.

"Snapped"

The palm waved.

Moved with great strength.

He swallowed his energy and instantly evolved into a world-famous golden palm, slamming down in the void.

"Roar"

This slap contained boundless killing, and the power of nine dragon scales shot out quickly.

"Pumpy!"

Accompanied by several blasting sounds, the real young master dragon was repelled with a gloomy face, but at this time, his face was not only gloomy, but also with a strange light.

In that fight just now, he clearly felt that in this Qin Feng's true energy, there was a vast majesty, and this majesty made his true energy tremble and irritable, as if It is the lower person who feels the existence of the upper person.

"How is this going?"

The gloomy Young Master Long looked at Qin Feng, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart, but with the appearance of this idea, his eyes suddenly became hot.

"Swish"

At this time, if Qin Feng did not go to the fight, the blood in his body became more and more serious. At this time, the more he was in love, the more damage he would do to his body.

"laugh"

Flash Hua, turning to the extreme, the phantom behind constantly wielded the giant sword in his hand, suppressing the shots of other disciples around, and Qin Feng himself quickly took advantage of the suppressing moment of everyone, and flickered out...

"Damn it!"

Seeing Qin Feng leaving quickly, the faces of the Ice King and others became as ugly as they were.

So many people, so many powerhouses, and even the existence of a king-level, let a disciple of true spiritual realm cultivation level escape.

This is simply a face slap, a face slap.

The evil eye flickers wildly.

Qin Feng's sight all appeared within a radius of tens of miles.

With the help of parallel volunteer power, Qin Feng's figure kept flashing. Although the strong behind was still chasing and killing him, he could not keep up with Qin Feng's footsteps.

Finally, after running for hundreds of miles, Qin Feng stopped at an ancient mountain range.

This ancient mountain range is surrounded by dense clouds and wind, but the location is relatively hidden. It is surrounded by high mountains and dense forests. It is quite difficult to find someone here.