The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The golden light had just begun to gather, and when the formation spirit looked at this scene, it felt inexplicably panicked.

The golden light didn't seem too big, but it gave people an extremely depressing feeling.

Ao Fan could not know the expression under the mask, but the fluctuation of divine power that occurred around the formation spirit in an instant was actually captured by Ao Fan.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and at this moment, the golden light gathered on Ao Fan's fingertips shot towards the formation spirit in an instant.

"Buzz!"

The cyclone spread at Ao Fan's fingertips, and the golden light was like a sharp arrow that opened up the world, shooting straight towards the formation spirit without any sloppiness.

Wherever the golden light went, the surrounding space began to distort.

After the formation spirit was briefly stunned, feeling the extremely powerful dragon power, its expression suddenly changed.

In an instant, the armor on the array spirit began to release a dazzling light, and the next second countless divine patterns were spread all over the armor.

The golden light arrived in an instant and landed directly on the armor.

The formation spirit only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the indestructible breastplate dented instantly, and then he saw the formation spirit flying backward.

The roar suddenly started, and the golden light that fell on the formation spirit spread out in an instant, forming a disk that tightly suppressed the formation spirit there.

The concave armor was still undamaged, but its power was firmly suppressed.

Ao Fan saw that the tough armor had not changed much at this time, and his heart moved.

This armor is truly extraordinary.

He chuckled and shook his head. With a turn of his wrist, colorful streams of light began to intertwine in his palm, forming a sharp blade in a matter of seconds.

Then he saw Ao Fan take a step forward, and his figure instantly became blurry.

When it appeared again, it was already in front of the spirit formation.

With his eyes fixed on the formation spirit that was suppressed and unable to move, Ao Fan raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a slight smile.

Facing Ao Fan's gaze at this time, Zhen Ling felt inexplicably panicked.

I saw that the formation spirit began to gather the spiritual energy on itself as if it was desperately trying.

Seeing this, Ao Fan didn't hesitate at all. He raised his arm, pointed the colorful light blade in his hand at the formation spirit, and then stabbed it fiercely.

In an instant, a red light bloomed from the array spirit's chest, actually blocking the light blade in Ao Fan's hand.

After missing a hit, Ao Fan quickly retracted his hand. Just as the light blade in his hand disappeared, even the golden light barrier in front of him disappeared.

The formation spirit that was supposed to be quickly suppressed was no longer suppressed at all and quickly escaped Ao Fan's control.

Realizing that he was quickly out of trouble, Zhenling was overjoyed.

It seemed that Ao Fan had miscalculated the method just now, otherwise he would not have escaped from control so quickly.

However, this smile did not last long. Just after getting out of Ao Fan's control, he saw several streams of light floating in the sky and shrouding the formation spirit.

Seeing this scene, Zhenlin's expression suddenly changed, and he felt inexplicably panicked.

At the same time, Ao Fan's voice suddenly sounded.

"If I don't want someone to escape alone, there are many ways to do it. You are too self-righteous."

As soon as he finished speaking, several streams of light instantly blocked the retreat of the formation spirit.

Every stream of light is condensed with the power of heaven. No matter how powerful the formation spirit is, they cannot easily ignore the pressure brought by the stream of light in front of them.

After a moment, countless streams of light were seen in the sky, turning into a light curtain that completely enveloped Ao Fan and the formation spirit.

Seeing this scene, Zhen Ling's heart sank, knowing that if he continues to sit back and wait for death, he will definitely die!

Before the light curtain was completely formed, the formation spirit roared, and its incomparable power was instantly released.

He retracted his arms hard, and the sound of countless chains sounded in the darkness.

Ao Fan raised his eyebrows, raised one hand and then pressed it down suddenly.

The vast dragon power condensed and pressed directly towards the formation spirit like a mountain.

As for the stream of light, it was also controlled by Ao Fan in an instant and stabbed towards the suppressed formation spirit.

I saw that the formation spirit that was suppressed instantly was unable to move at all at this time. I could only watch helplessly as the sharp blade transformed by the flowing light pierced towards me.

The sharp blade formed by the stream of light was piercing continuously at this time, but the moment it touched the opponent's armor, it began to shatter inch by inch.

Even so, the movement of the sharp blade did not stop. Every time it shattered, it turned into light and regrouped.

The indestructible armor was slowly suppressed, and after a moment, a crack finally appeared on the armor.

Seeing this scene, Ao Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and as for the formation spirit, his expression suddenly changed.

His armor was actually broken! ?

Before he could recover, Ao Fan suddenly raised his hand and clenched his palm tightly.

The next second, he saw that Ao Fan quickly gathered the light around him and fell towards the spirit.

"Crack!"

The sound suddenly sounded, and the light blade turned into a stream of light instantly tore the formation spirit's armor apart.

Countless rays of light shine through the cracks in the armor.

Ao Fan began to retreat without any hesitation. The light released by the armor became more and more intensive. In the next second, the entire formation spirit was swallowed up by the light.

Ao Fan stared at the dazzling light, but the dragon power on his body did not dissipate, but still stared at the light.

After a moment, a huge black shadow began to emerge from the light.

Looking at the huge black shadow, Ao Fan didn't have any surprise on his face, and he even wanted to laugh.

As expected, I guessed right. The body of this formation spirit was definitely not that small.

"Moo!"

A loud voice sounded, and then countless streams of light were seen in the sky, tearing apart the surrounding light curtain in an instant.

The black shadow that appeared in the light curtain completely revealed its original appearance.

The huge body was completely black, like a wild bull. The huge body seemed to be covered with a layer of ink-colored flames. The constantly fluctuating divine power was a bit surprising.

Looking at the huge body, even Ao Fan himself was a little surprised.

The body of this formation spirit is actually a black bull?

The black bull's eyes were glowing with a faint red light, and they were staring at Ao Fan with anger in their eyes.

As the spiritual power in his body continued to fluctuate, he already looked like a saint.

"Moo!"

Another voice sounded, and countless lightning flashes appeared on the horns of the black bull. They gathered together in the next second and struck straight towards Ao Fan.

The extremely thick lightning struck down on Ao Fan's head like a giant axe.