The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"You are so shameless and will make you regret it today!"

Wuzhiqi sneered, and then the red spear above his head suddenly stabbed towards Ao Fan. At this time, the spear began to condense on Wuzhiqi's side again.

Wu Zhi Qi has been practicing this kind of magical power for many years, and has long been familiar with it, and his speed is much faster than ordinary people. However, it takes only a moment to condense three spears at the same time. Although the level is only the level of acquired spiritual treasures, it is enough for Ao Fan to drink a pot.

But Wuzhiqi was obviously happy a little too early. Before the spear even came close, it was blocked by the cold light that suddenly appeared beside Ao Fan. The speed was so fast that people couldn't even realize where the weapon came from.

Wuzhiqi's expression froze for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and shot out the two spears at his side, and then started to condense again.

Just like the previous scene, two more cold lights flashed, blocking the spear. This time Wuzhiqi stared at Dragon King Ao Fan, still not seeing where the weapon came out. But the power of the acquired magic weapon flowing above the cold light still shocked Wuzhiqi.

"Ao Fan! What tricks are you playing!?" Wuzhi Qi roared angrily, staring at Dragon King Ao Fan with unkind eyes.

"A trick? Do you call this a trick?"

Ao Fan looked at Wuzhi Qi as if he were an idiot. He waved his arm and saw a curtain of light appear behind Ao Fan. Then countless sharp swords and spears stretched out from the light curtain.

I saw the magical weapons that appeared on the light screen, all shining with a faint light, and each one had the power of the acquired spiritual treasure flowing on it, and there were hundreds of them.

Wuzhi Qi looked at this scene in astonishment. The momentum of the two spears that had just condensed on his side instantly dissipated, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly surged into his heart.

At this time, the Seven Gods looked at the Dragon King's move that seemed to show off his wealth in astonishment, and were speechless for a moment.

"Brother Wang seems to have not summoned the merit magic weapon and the innate spiritual treasure, and there are also a lot of acquired magic weapons missing. None of them I have seen before."

Ao Bing looked at the light curtain behind Dragon King Ao Fan with some confusion and said.

The six of them all looked back at Ao Bing, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. They were indeed a family. Is now the time to pay attention to which magic weapon does not have this happen? Shouldn't we think about how the Dragon King was able to summon hundreds of acquired spiritual treasures in an instant?

Seeing everyone looking at him, Ao Bing's expression suddenly weakened and he said, "Why, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Seeing this scene, several people sighed helplessly. They could never figure out the mood of the rich second generation.

"It would be difficult for ordinary people to control two magic weapons at the same time. I have never heard of anyone who can control more than three magic weapons at the same time. How did the Dragon King do it?"

The eyes will not deceive themselves, they see Qing Chuchu, but hundreds of magic weapons appear together, not one by one. If that were the case, it wouldn't be as shocking as it is now.

A sharp sword flashed with cold light and shot out from the light curtain, instantly stabbing Wuzhi Qi. Wuzhiqi's face, which was in a daze, suddenly changed. With a red light on his palm, he faced the cold light and blocked the sharp sword in front of him.

Wuzhi Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Ao Fan could only control one kind of magic weapon.

In just the next second, several breaths locked onto Wuzhi Qi. Wuzhiqi's expression suddenly changed, his body flashed red, and a layer of eggshell-like barrier instantly covered him.

Several rays of cold light were nailed to the barrier. Wuzhiqi looked up and saw four sharp swords hanging above his head. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Turning his eyes on Ao Fan, he saw several more cold lights flashing out from behind him, speeding towards him, and Wuzhi Qi's expression suddenly changed. If this continues, he will be turned into a hedgehog by Ao Fan. I felt a little bitter in my heart. I was a little surprised that Ao Fan had so many acquired spiritual treasures, and I was also a little curious about where they came from.

At this time, the light curtain behind Ao Fan continued to have magic weapons shining with cold light and falling towards Wuzhi Qi. Ao Fan stood still, but he was sneering in his heart. Compared with magical powers? I have many magic weapons, and if you don't accept them, I will smash them until you are convinced.

I saw that Wuzhiqi's barrier was still covered with magic weapons. The previous barriers had been continuously breached, and Wuzhiqi's range of activities at this time had been compressed to the extreme.

Seeing that he could no longer hold on like this, Wuzhiqi gritted his teeth, and a layer of red light condensed on his arm. He swept forward violently, releasing a large amount of demon power and wrapping up several acquired magic weapons in front of him. To the side.

A stream of blood spurted out, and a sharp sword instantly cut through Wuzhiqi's fur, but did not penetrate it. Wuzhiqi's eyes turned cold, and he endured the pain to roll away the remaining acquired spiritual treasure.

After a while, Wuzhiqi's body had been left with several wounds by Ao Fan, and blood slowly seeped out, dyeing most of the white hair red.

Fortunately, at this time, Wuzhi Qi had already blocked the Houtian Lingbao around him. The injuries on his body were better than being smashed to death by Ao Fan with a magic weapon when he couldn't support himself.

I saw those acquired magic weapons that were blocked by Wuzhiqi hanging steadily on top of Wuzhiqi's head. As long as Ao Fan moved his wrist, they could fall from the sky. However, Ao Fan did not move and just looked at it with a smile on his face. With Wuzhi Qi. His eyes were full of ridicule.

After looking at Ao Fan for a while, Wuzhiqi suddenly laughed, and then took a deep breath, the red light on his body gradually became stronger, and the red mist slowly wrapped Wuzhiqi at this time, and then Seeing the appearance of the mist, Ao Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

This Wuzhiqi was finally willing to summon his magic weapon, and it seemed that he had no other means.

I saw that in the fog, a faint innate power began to flow, and after a while, this feeling became more and more intense. And a bright red shoulder armor suddenly appeared in the mist.

The mist slowly dissipated, and Wu Zhiqi's body was already covered with armor.

The whole body of the battle armor was red, and there was a surge of killing power on it. The surface of the battle armor was also covered with strange patterns, but the patterns added a bit of momentum to the battle armor.

Ao Fan carefully looked at the battle armor attached to Wu Zhiqi, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Where are the weapons? Don't you still want to fight this king with bare hands?"

Taking a deep look at Ao Fan, Wuzhi Qi said flatly, "As you wish!"

As soon as the words fell, Wu Zhiqi's hand was condensed with red light, and he immediately punched the distant mountain.

The huge fist shadow mixed with the supreme monster violently landed on the mountain, and then made a loud noise.

"Boom!" sounded.

Wuzhiqi cracked the mountain with just one punch.

In an instant, a large number of cracks appeared on the mountain, and then countless red lights radiated from the cracks in the mountain. A faint innate power diffused from the mountain.

Looking at this scene, Ao Fan narrowed his eyes.