Dragon God Supreme

Feng Wuchen was seriously injured, and the body that flew out was falling.

Withstand the terrifying power that Yun Zhongzi broke out from zero distance, Feng Wuchen is lucky to survive.

“Too careless…” Feng Wuchen said weakly.

“Fengying!” The fate of the wounded man, turned pale with fright, rushed forward desperately.

“Regeneration divine technique!”

Feng Wuchen, who was seriously injured, forcefully activated essence true during the fall, put his hands together, and loudly shouted his heart.

At this critical juncture, Feng Wuchen dare not hold anymore.

The law was on display. In the next second, Feng Wuchen’s badly injured body recovered at a terrifying speed. His pale face turned ruddy in a blink of an eye, and his weak body was full of lively dragon and animated tiger. Explosive power.

“The injury has recovered so quickly, what kind of method is this?” The charge ahead’s destiny was exploded, the eyes were almost staring, and his face was shocked and dull.

“How is this possible…” Yun Zhongzi, who was so angry that he lost his mind, couldn’t help being startled by this magical and weird scene.

“He…he recovered completely from his injury!”

“Is he a monster? How can he recover so quickly from such a serious injury? “

“I did not read it wrong, right…”

Hundreds of guards were dumbfounded, unable to believe the magical and weird picture they saw.

In a few blinks, Feng Wuchen’s injury has recovered completely.

“xiu!”

“weng weng!”

A terrifying azure energy shoots out, wherever it passes, the bright space, Tear out the cracks of one after another baring fangs and brandishing claws.

“hong long long!”

Feng Wuchen dodges, energy blasts a huge mountain behind him, hong long long loud noise, resounding through the four wilds, ten thousand zhang The high peak collapsed.

“Consumption of the power of the Primordial Spirit is equal to burning life. If you run out of the Primordial Spirit, it is equal to death.” Feng Wuchen sen coldly said, while speaking, Feng Wuchen urged the power and creation of the 3rd Stage of the body of Paragon. Spirit Transformation power, the most powerful Swire power.

The Demon Lord defeated many Peak powerhouses in the human world with the power of creating Spirit Transformation, which shows the horror of creating Spirit Transformation.

“weng weng! ”

Qilin Battle Armor, the dragon god’s gloves took out one after another, Feng Wuchen’s breath soared wildly, and the brilliant golden light soared into the sky, like a domineering force Flood Dragon broke out out of the sea.

In a blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen’s breath has broken through the realm of the mid-term of the king of heaven, and the level of the late king of heaven is fast.

“Hiss…”

Hundreds of guards gasped in shock, staring at Feng Wuchen dumbfounded.

“Fourth Power!” Destiny was terrified.

“What’s the matter with such a powerful power, this ancient breath? Where does this smelly brat have so much mysterious power? And he also has…Divine Item! “Yun Zhongzi was also horrified.

The wealth is not exposed, so as not to be worried by others.

But in the face of the dead, Feng Wuchen is not worried. In Feng Wuchen’s eyes, Yun Zhongzi is already a dead person.

“Under severe injury, forcefully activate Primordial Spirit, which has consumed a lot of Primordial Spirit, how long can you last?” Feng Wuchen said with a sneer.

“It is more than enough to kill you!” Yun Zhongzi angrily roared, shooting out crazy.

The corners of Feng Wuchen’s mouth are already in a dangerous arc, and his body disappears silently.

“Move instantaneously?” Yun Zhongzi’s claws condense the terrifying astral qi, and wrap the whole body to prevent Feng Wuchen sneak attack.

“smelly brat, no matter how fast you are, you can’t break my astral qi with your strength! Come out and die!” Yun Zhongzi shouted angrily.

Feng Wuchen’s breath is undetectable, and Yun Zhongzi has no idea where Feng Wuchen is located.

“Heavenly punishment cut!”

Feng Wuchen’s roar came in vain from above Yun Zhongzi’s head.

“xiu!”

A powerful golden energy slashed down, the offensive is extremely domineering.

“overestimate one’s capabilities!” Yun Zhongzi shouted angrily and directly blasted him up.

“bang! ”

“weng weng! ”

Yun Zhongzi shakes the world with one punch, as easy as blowing off dust, destroys the energy of Feng Wuchen Cut, the terrifying astral qi turned into a wind blade and swept away.

punched out, Yun Zhongzi’s mouth overflowed with blood.

Apparently, in the case of serious injury, he forcefully activates Primordial Spirit power and suffers power backlash.

“Can’t eat it anymore, right?” Feng Wuchen illusory’s playful voice came.

In the face of a severely injured tiger, a fierce hound can also consume its will and strength.

“Destroy the dragon Divine Palm!”

“Zhu the gods and the soul fingers!”

“3 Heavenly Layer, Wrath Palm!”

Feng Wuchen’s silhouette flashed one after another, and each time it appeared, he used a powerful martial skill, one after another terrifying force rushed towards Yun Zhongzi one after another.

“bang bang bang!”

Yun Zhongzi shot one after another, defeating Feng Wuchen’s martial skill power one by one.

Feng Wuchen’s martial skill does no harm to Yun Zhongzi at all, but it can consume his Primordial Spirit power.

Yun Zhongzi shot one after another, and when he was seriously injured, he consumed the Primordial Spirit greatly, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

“Immemorial Dragon Divine Fist!”

Feng Wuchen fully urged true essence, once again loudly shouted, his fists gathered domineering power, and then launched a crazy bombing.

“bang bang bang! ”

“pu! ”

Double fist bombardment, one after another domineering fist strength all bombing in Yun Zhongzi His body blasted endlessly, Yun Zhongzi finally spurt a mouthful of blood, unable to resist Feng Wuchen’s fierce bombing.

“Damn it! I would lose to a heavenly king state!” Yun Zhongzi said unwillingly, his anger was already powerless.

“My lord!” Hundreds of guards were terrified.

“No way, right?” Feng Wuchen said with a sneer, his body burst out.

“bang! ”

“pu! ”

Feng Wuchen’s speed is astonishing, and he hits Yun Zhongzi’s chest with a punch in a flash. With the explosion, Yun Zhongzi’s chest was sunken, and he spurt a mouthful of blood again, flying out like a cannonball.

The fierce blow completely defeated Yun Zhongzi.

Primordial Spirit is almost exhausted, and Yun Zhongzi is no longer able to fight.

In the early-stage realm of the heavenly king, to defeat the seriously injured Heavenly God Realm late powerhouse, I am afraid that only Feng Wuchen can do it.

Feng Wuchen caught in the air, and severely injured Yun Zhongzi, who fell, and was sucked by a powerful force.

“Tell me the news about the Heavenly Dao floating picture, I can make you die happy, don’t be stubborn in front of me, otherwise you will die, you will beg me to kill you.” Feng Wuchen expressionlessly said, squeezing Yun Zhongzi’s neck hard.

“You have to die sooner or later, you don’t want to know!” Yun Zhongzi scolded.

“Really?” Feng Wuchen said with a malicious smile, grabbing Yun Zhongzi’s wrist with the other hand and twisting it slowly, as if to force it down.

At the moment when he felt the severe pain, Yun Zhongzi’s face suddenly twitched.

It may not have been so painful to twist it off directly, but Feng Wuchen took it slowly, little by little twisting, which surprised Yun Zhongzi in pain.

“I said! I said! Stop it!” Yun Zhongzi replied in horror. When facing the ruthless torture, even the Peak powerhouse in the late Heavenly God Realm would be afraid.