Ancient True Dragon Art

"Damn it, Sikong Jiuzhi, I'm going to kill him, kill this mess!"

Jin Zhanshan's voice was frantic, with boundless killing intent on his face, his eyes widened, almost bursting with divine light, and the voice came out fiercely.

"calm!"

Although Bai Wulong's face is also angry, but as a swordsman martial artist, he has willpower and calmness that ordinary people can't imagine.

Even if it is facing the top pressure of Mount Tai, it will not change for it.

At this time, the faces of Jin Zhanshan and others were almost crazy, but although Bai Wulong's face was distorted, he still gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely.

"At this time, we can't be arrogant. Feng had already passed this map to us. We must make good use of this map. Only in this way can we maximize our benefits and our strength will grow faster. Stronger, otherwise, not only will Feng's pains be wasted, but also no revenge!"

His voice was cold, his eyes flashed with cold light.

Obviously, although he tried his best to cover the madness in his heart, his anger was not weaker than anyone else.

"Yes, at this time, we have to be calm, we have to be calm!"

Bao Jiuyan’s fat face was filled with coldness. Such an expression rarely appeared on his face, but now, it is crazier than ever on his face. It can be seen that, At this time, he was already extremely angry.

The news of Qin Feng's fall has spread throughout the entire space, and facing his enemy Sikong Jiuzhi, this is an existence that no one can ignore, and the opponent's true combat power is enough to compare to a royal-level existence.

Under the premise that the strength is not guaranteed, no one can act rashly...

However, just when everyone sighed or gloated.

In that misty place!

As soon as Qin Feng's body shuttled into the clouds and mist, a powerful gust of wind quickly rolled towards him, instantly surrounding his body.

Not only that, strands of chill began to flow in an instant, and the amount spread violently, spreading to the whole body and even the soul.

This kind of chill is really terrifying. It seems that even the deepest soul will be frozen, let alone this body.

The wind around here is not an ordinary wind. Although it feels a bit soft, it actually carries a boundless tearing energy. The sharpness is like a sword, and it easily shreds Qin Feng’s muscles. .

"Huh"

With the surging of the wind, the flesh and blood on Qin Feng's body was torn apart, and pieces of flesh were quickly scraped from the torn place.

"Roar!"

Under the intense pain, Qin Feng's body couldn't help but twist, and the next moment, his mouth began to let out a long, painful howling.

In his body, after hitting the Nine Fingers of Sagong, his body was already severely injured. Moreover, before fighting with the Nine Fingers of Sagong, he was injured by Duan Kongchen secretly. Without a complete recovery, fighting with Sikong Jiuzhi again, naturally the injury became more serious.

The original strength has not existed, not to mention, around here, there are waves of wind and horrible ice to the extreme.

"Now...in trouble!"

Qin Feng couldn't help a wry smile in his heart.

The road that Roubao pointed out to him was obviously a dangerous road, and so far, there was no vitality.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not take a moment or three for his body to be destroyed by the wind and ice.