Ancient True Dragon Art

"Qin Feng...you can't run!"

Behind him, a crazy roar came out.

"Om"

Several palm prints were quickly slapped down.

This palm print, with a green glow, condensed with terror, like a big blue mountain, and the oppressive force of that row of mountains directly shattered the space behind Qin Feng.

Even Qin Feng, who was running wild in front, couldn't help his face change.

Lei Ying step speeded up its rotation, the whole person rushed like a bolt of lightning, but was still hit by a few waves of strength behind his back.

"Humph……"

Feeling the sharp pain behind him, Qin Feng couldn't help groaning in his mouth and turned around.

The long sword swept up.

He had already flown upside down and quickly played hundreds of lightning swordsmanship.

The sword gas trembled, and the blade cried.

That almost physical sword aura, under the blessing of the sword intent, kept reverberating, and turned into a terrifying world of sword aura!

"Chang!"

The Tyrannical Dragon Sword swung fiercely, and the power of the dragon scales in the body burst out completely.

In an instant, you can see that with the sword tip as the center, a series of divine patterns appear, with a dragon pattern aura, intertwining each other, like in between, bursts of dragons, crazily transmitted.

Although Qin Feng was quite difficult to fight against such a powerful martial artist, his martial arts has improved more and more, especially the use of the five dragon scales in his body, which is extremely smooth.

"go with!"

In an instant.

The world of sword energy, directly under Qin Feng's wave, blasted towards the grave Cheng Lin like a violent storm.

Each of the densely packed sword auras carries a power that is ten times more terrifying than ordinary sword auras.

With so many, even the face of this tomb Cheng Lin couldn't help changing together, and he shouted:

"Qin Feng...find death!"

"boom"

The palm shook fiercely.

As the cyan palm prints in front of him were shattered by the sword qi, a cyan mark appeared in his hand again:

"Hand of Qingming!"

Qing Cang is far from Qing Ming!

Qing Ming, that is connected to the sky, with great majesty, this cyan mark, on it, clearly carries a great power, as if the edge of the sky.

The mark boiled, and a huge cyan hand was fiercely formed, and with endless destructive power, it violently collided with Qin Feng's world of sword energy.

"boom"

The world of sword qi collapsed, and the mighty power hit Qin Feng in an instant.

"not good!"

Qin Feng's mind was like electricity.

The figure's hurried movement directly chose to fly, but a terrible energy still hit the body. Suddenly, the internal organs almost collapsed, and the terrible pain quickly filled the whole body.

The next moment, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out.

"dead……"

On the face of Tomb Cheng Lin, with an unprecedented brutal color, a hand of Qing Ming suppressed Qin Feng once again.

"The hand of Qingming is the supreme martial skill, infinitely close to the low-grade level, Qin Feng, you are dead!"

While the figure was staggering, Qin Feng suddenly accelerated.

At this time, he felt that his blood was boiling, and the pain was so powerful that he was about to tear his body, but at this time, he couldn't give up.

"Arrived!"

Finally, a cave appeared in front of him, and Qin Feng's expression turned into a burst of joy...