Ancient True Dragon Art

Many warriors looked up and looked up, and were very surprised by Wang Lei's appearance.

"That kid must be miserable...A mere five-layer of the God-Sound Realm, how can he dare to challenge Wang Lei with confidence!"

For Qin Feng, they didn't care at all.

After all, a small five-tiered warrior in the realm of the gods, in this primordial space, is almost the most wasteful realm, and its combat effectiveness is pitiful.

This kind of cultivation strength, to fight against that Wang Lei, is obviously to hit the stone with the egg, there is absolutely no possibility of success!

"Spiked Prison!"

Finally, in the shocking eyes of these other warriors, those terrifying spiked phantoms began to climb wildly.

Immediately afterwards, they began to spin and flicker quickly, and while they were moving, they crazily entangled Qin Feng.

"What a horrible guy...Is it a prison of spikes? This skill is quite powerful!"

Perceiving the surroundings, that fierce and domineering pressure and sharp light, Qin Feng's face changed slightly.

In an instant, the whole person was directly locked by the opponent's attack!

"Swish swish..."

At this moment, these sharp spikes, each sharp thorn, are like a sharp blade, cutting and shutting on Qin Feng's body non-stop.

"Crunchy..."

Above the ice flame supreme battle robe, there were continuous harsh sounds of cutting.

"It deserves to be the number one genius in the genius list. Such a combat power is indeed amazing..."

Qin Feng nodded secretly in his heart.

Such cultivation strength is probably not much worse than those powerful Transformation Realm masters.

However, this level of combat power was obviously still a level worse than that of King Tai Gui Xuan.

In this primordial space, although it is not the strongest, it is enough to outsmart the crowd.

"It's a pity... It's still not enough to restrain me!"

Qin Feng's eyes opened and closed.

In an instant, an extremely vast and majestic wood attribute power in his body began to burst out.

"Huh? Still struggling?"

Seeing Qin Feng's actions, Wang Lei above the sky suddenly frowned.

I don't know why, when he saw Qin Feng at first glance, he felt very uncomfortable.

This feeling is like a minister who meets an emperor and has to surrender to the other party, unable to compete.

Naturally, he would not be clear about this. This was because Qin Feng possessed the green wood ancestral veins in his body.

The ancestral veins are called ancestral veins because they are the ancestors of that series of attribute bloodlines.

He is born with the ability to rule and suppress the blood of other branches.

Although Qin Feng's green wood ancestral veins had just been condensed, they still had this ability.

"boom!"

Just when Wang Lei was still thinking, there was a sudden blast, a loud noise appeared.

The sturdy spiked cell unexpectedly began to tremble constantly, making a sound of earth-shaking rumbling.

All the spikes were directly torn apart by a huge force and turned into a large amount of debris.

All kinds of sharp crumbs are scattered!

But Qin Feng's whole person, like a real dragon, rushed into the sky like lightning.

"The first trick, the prison of spikes!"

Looking at Wang Lei in front of him, Qin Feng couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"How is it possible that this guy broke the prison of spikes by force?"