Ancient Dragon Spell

"What a hindrance? No, no trace, crazy again

Iron dry Rong mouth is a burst of consternation, but then the reaction came over, quickly toward the front of the flying in the past.

"Kill these scumbags!"

At this time, whether it is Qitian peak or Feiyu peak, or even this supreme peak, I am afraid that I have already offended.

Looking at the horror of Zhan batian, Qin Feng sighs secretly. However, at the same time, his heart is more alert.

"It seems that I underestimated Zhan batian's party after all..."

One move in one form can shake the sky and earth.

At this time, all the new disciples finally realized that the battle of this old disciple was a very powerful existence.

Thinking of the blood of the fierce Yan's fire demon, Qin Feng smacked his tongue secretly. This woman is really not something that ordinary people can provoke.

Later, the jade hand moved again, and the red axe evolved into a powerful fire hammer again. In the wind of tiger and tiger, it was like fireballs one after another.

As for the strong Yan of Yuehua peak, she wielded a huge fire red Tomahawk. Her graceful and delicate body was waving, with a full length of seven or eight meters. In an instant, a series of fire red axe shadows were drawn, directly covering the ten sides.

Looking at this poison King's means, Qin Feng can't help but think of the other party's name. Sure enough, this guy is obviously a master at using poison, and his method is quite powerful.

The whole body is full of green light. Everywhere it goes, the snake falls down and trembles.

Zhong Lingfeng's poison King seems to be a scholar's posture of suffering from illness. However, in his cough, his body seems to walk forward in idle court.

The leader of the inner disciples of the giant beast peak was a strong man with muscles like a dragon python. With his arms moving fiercely, he even fought with a demon snake, and finally killed a demon snake.

"Ha ha..."

"Puff, puff..."

Sun Wuxiu, the magic sword behind his back, sounds like, even more with a sense of forest. The flash of sword light instantly forms a line of sword rain

"The sword roars!"

In an instant, it turned into a shower of blood.

All at once, the serpent let out a wail.

A huge blue hand with countless textures appeared out of thin air. The giant hand opened and directly grasped the body of a demon snake and shook it hard.

When the tomb becomes Lin, the robe is waved.

"Roar!"

Zhan batian has a terrible shadow on his body. His robe is swept up and his fists are like sky cannons. They are directly covered by a demon snake, and the other side cries repeatedly

Suddenly, the wave of terror set off by the intention of killing quickly expanded.

How they can stand it.

Originally, they were questioning Qin Feng's words, but now, something really happened, which is a slap in their face.

Their intention to kill is even more terrifying.

Zhan batian, Mu Chenglin, sun Wuxiu and other disciples roared wildly.

Although, this is not what he can control, but since it has happened, Qin Feng does not have the so-called regret, but let his heart, become extremely alert.

"Strength, only by constantly enhancing our own strength, can we be truly powerful!"

Qin Feng sighed secretly.