Ancient Dragon Spell

"Nine days of Lingwu!"

Finally, with the momentum of the beat and increase.

The cloud sky Zheng's mouth, already cold and cold, such as ten thousand years of ice like roar.

Even formed a deep trace.

With his urge, the surrounding space has been obvious to see that there are cracks and broken traces in which.

This fist seems to be slow, but it seems to be slow and urgent. At this moment, Qin Feng seems to be urging a mountain, and it crackles constantly.

Power into it, a blow out.

Nine dragon scales, that is the blessing of nine times the strength. At this time, he was equivalent to the cooperation of nine puppets.

Inside, nine dragon scales constantly release their power.

Qin Feng completely ignored the roar of the crowd. His body was filled with endless blood, just like a pool of blood.

"Boom"

"me too, my blood is beginning to tremble!"

"What kind of volatility is this? It makes me soft all over

Qin Feng's body, with endless dragon power, although not really released, but the overflow of a wisp of power, has made people feel the terrible power.

A dragon chant broke out uncontrollably.

"Roar"

one punch, slowly swing out.

"Go

At this time, sweeping and moving, even let everything around, all fierce a burst of shudder.

This kind of boxing is like an ancient magic power, even more like a vast sky.

Looking at Qin Feng, many disciples who have not known too much information about Qin Feng can't help shouting.

"This guy is so proficient in such a powerful fist meaning. What kind of fist meaning is this?"

"Is this boxing?"

In an instant, it covered the area of tens of thousands of meters.

Invincible.

It's a kind of boxing, and it's a breakthrough.

"Boom"

the corner of Qin Feng's mouth lifted a silky chill and cheered in a deep voice.

"What about Lingwu? It's just a little better. Without the heart of the strong, the heart of making progress, and the heart of breaking all the dangerous shackles, everything is nothing! "

Looking at Qin Feng, he did not dodge standing there. For a time, he was shocked.

"This boy, is he crazy?"

In the face of the void, the roar of the God River, he did not have the slightest evasive posture.

His face remained the same, calm as water.

Stand there.

Qin Feng clenched his fist, but with the sound of metal friction.

"Bang!"

"I've heard of it. I didn't expect that yuntianzheng could practice such unique skills. This unique skill is extremely demanding for the consumption of vitality, but it's as easy as eating and drinking water for Lingwu, and there won't be any problems at all!"

"It's nine days of spirit and martial arts. It's said that it's an ancient unique skill. It's between artistic conception and martial arts. With all its destructive power, it can suppress ten directions. Once it's launched, it's like a pool of sea, falling from the sky and annihilating all living beings!"

In the name of Jiutian, we can see how powerful the "Lingwu Jiutian" played by yuntianzheng at this time.

In the shadow of that holy river, there is an inexplicable ancient flavor.

Nine days, an ancient term, represents a powerful and sacred.

The old and terrible breath, quickly diffused.

The heaven and earth broke, and countless cracks began to appear on this altar. Even the boundary above the void began to crumble, and the dull sound was constantly coming out.

Quickly towards Qin Feng's body to suppress.

Above the void, like the shadow of the ancient god River, it trembled quickly and turned into substance.

The world changes color.

"Boom

"Boom"

the huge fist seal is completely released.

Towards the God River above the void, kill it fiercely