Ancient True Dragon Art

"Chang!"

With a long cry, the hole penetrated the sky.

"Puff......"

Accompanied by the burst of blood, the flying of bones.

Qin Feng was like a blood-bathed demon. In his hand, the golden sword screamed bloodthirsally and madly, rushing along with his big strides and the stars and rain, wherever he went, no one was his opponent.

"Roar"

With a roar, the world trembled.

The blood is full between the world.

After being chased again and again, and provoked again and again, this time, when that Miaoyue lost her track again, Qin Feng was completely irritated by the crowd, and his actions were extraordinary decisive.

"The one who stands in my way-death!"

On his body, evil spirit burst out, killing intent flowed, in the eyes, the divine light opened and closed, like a substantive divine sword, wherever he went, the generations who looked at each other felt trembling, and did not dare to go beyond.

"Qin Feng...Go to hell!"

Xing Tianchong's eyes contained boundless chill, and between his body, with the formation of the hands, a river of silver was suddenly set off.

Amidst the mighty and mighty, the sharp aura enveloped everything around it, and wherever he went, he showed a gesture of being suppressed and torn apart.

This is the silver bloodline of Xing Tianchong, with a ray of power in the natural attribute gold bloodline. Although it is only a branch, its sharpness is still beyond ordinary people's imagination. With his roar, it can be clearly seen. Below this, the phantoms evolve one after another, and unexpectedly form a supreme silver mountain.

The sacred mountain surging, collapsed like a crash, hanging down towards Qin Feng's body, setting off a long river of fragmentation.

At this moment, the range of tens of thousands of meters is shrouded in countless numbers.

With such a tyrannical method, even Qin Feng didn't dare to be careless, his eyes narrowed, his arms suddenly spread, and blue brilliance began to spread quickly.

In his eyes, beams of light flashed, and Qin Feng's mouth had already raised a wave of coldness.

"Silver blood?"

A cold voice came from his mouth, the voice was very weak, but it was full of killing.

"boom"

A fist mark, between the five fingers, condensed into one body, directly punching a huge fist mark, the fist mark waved and impacted, and between the upper and lower sides, the infinite thunder light condensed in it.

"Boom Rumble"

With one punch and one mountain, they collided directly.

The terrifying energy immediately fell into a confrontation.

The terrible energy impact, centered on the two, instantly produced a terrible impact like a wind, wherever it went, all the figures were sprayed with blood from the impact's mouth.

"Dead! Go to hell!"

Xing Tianchong's mouth roared again and again.

"Dead...that's you!"

In the cold, Qin Feng's face raised a trace of murderous intent.

"boom"

The next moment, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Qin Feng's fist marks crossed the marks of the fist, and accompanied by a earth-shattering explosion, it exploded the silver **** mountain into countless fragments.

"how is this possible?!"

Seeing that his silver sacred mountain was blown to the ground, Xing Tianchong couldn't help but screamed sternly.

In fact, this silver bloodline is indeed boundless and mighty, and even the sharpness in it is stronger than the force of the wind. Once this bloodline is displayed, the terrible tearing energy will not dare even any strong person. Underestimate.

This is after all a branch of the blood of the natural attribute, and the branch closest to the blood of the gold, but it is a pity that the person he met was Qin Feng.