Fantasy: My Nine-Life Fate With The Empress

In the outside world, his arm began to break apart due to the sword light of the Cold Sword, as if it would explode to pieces in the next second.

Wang Feng took out the Blood Burning Pill and drank all the pills he could as long as his body could resist.

Suddenly, Wang Feng forced himself to temporarily reach the spirit transformation realm.

Transform into a spirit!

For a moment, Wang Feng felt that the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians began to attach to his flesh and blood.

It circulates throughout the body and mind, whether it is meridians or flesh and blood, the whole body is full of spiritual power and explosive power.

But this is only temporary, thanks to the elixir that burns the body's potential.

"Daddy!"

Xiaolong cried when he saw this scene, and the aura on his body became fierce and domineering, and his body began to emit red, blue and golden light.

"Don't! Daddy is fine, don't turn back into your original form!"

Wang Feng changed the cold sword that had sealed his mouth to the other hand.

He immediately ran back and picked up Xiaolong, stopping her from turning back into her original body.

Wang Feng was sure that there were still people watching them in the dark.

Now there is an imperial weapon tempting them.

It's just that they are not sure whether Wang Feng has any trump cards. After all, someone who can possess an imperial weapon is definitely not a simple commodity.

This makes them still fearful and dare not show up. After all, no one wants to die.

Even if he comes to the Holy King Realm, although he won't die in the hands of Wang Feng, a person in the Spiritual Expansion Realm, he still won't be able to gain favor in front of the Imperial Artifact.

Now if Xiaolong returns to his true form, it will be difficult today. It is estimated that not only people from the Yuan San Realm, but also the Holy King Realm will take action.

Even if it's just a dragon, it's enough to drive them crazy, let alone a real dragon like Xiao Long.

The sixth second of fortune...

The system's roulette wheel began to spin, and the clicking sound echoed in Wang Feng's mind, but Wang Feng had no intention of looking at it.

The right arm that was about to explode hugged Xiaolong, and the cold sword was held in his left hand. The hand was shaking crazily and the pain was unbearable.

But the look on his face was extremely calm, and it was just a serious injury that was not worth mentioning.

If Hanjian hadn't recognized him as his master now, he might have had trouble holding it. He was already considered very strong if he could attack without falling down.

Because the system has forcefully unsealed Hanjian, and now it is a real imperial weapon.

When he saw Han Jian, he was confused as to why he summoned this thing and forced it to be unsealed.

The ninth second of good fortune...

Wang Feng held Xiaolong in his arms and fought all the way out of the city.

The mouse hiding in the dark appeared, and suddenly three monks from the third realm of Yuan appeared.

The three monks just did not show up because they were distracted by good luck and were thinking about their own interests.

Now that the time has passed, he comes out and looks at Wang Feng with eager eyes.

Countless people looked at the cold sword in his hand, their eyes filled with greed and trembling and fear.

Imperial weapon! This is an imperial weapon!

"kill him!"

This time it was no longer the dispute between Wang Feng, the Wang family and Tianji Holy Land, but every monk who saw him.

But even though they kept shouting, no one dared to come forward.

The scene of killing 90% of the people with one sword was still deep in their hearts.

"Daddy~"

When Wang Feng hugged Xiaolong and cried out in pain, Wang Feng smiled lightly and comforted him, "It's okay."

They had already run out of the city. Except for a few people behind them, there was no one in front of him and Xiaolong.

Xiaolong was hugged by Wang Feng. Looking at the bad guys behind him, a pair of horns popped out of his head.

Stab! !

boom! !

A bolt of lightning shot out from the horn on the little dragon's head, instantly blasting some of the monks behind him to pieces, and even some in the spirit transformation realm couldn't resist it.

Wang Feng looked at Xiaolong with surprise in his eyes, and secretly gave her a thumbs up. He was indeed a real dragon.

Wang Feng looked at the monks who were chasing after them. They had already run dozens of kilometers. They had been killed by the dragon, but they were still chasing them.

The three monks in the third realm of Yuan Dynasty were very interested in putting pressure on Wang Feng in the sky, and slowly followed behind in the sky.

"Damn it, you guys!"

Wang Feng ran with Xiaolong for a while, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people around, Wang Feng let the already weak little dragon transform back into his original body and swish into the dragon totem on his chest.

What Wang Feng didn't expect was that even Xiaolong was dying and still had the ability to revive Wang Feng.

He felt that the wound that was still painful just now became much more comfortable after the totem on his chest flashed with red, blue and golden light.

Moreover, the power in his body has become stronger, and the spiritual power in his body is rapidly recovering, and he is frantically absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

When the three monks from Yuan San Realm saw Xiao Long's true form, their pupils shrank sharply. No wonder the little girl suddenly sprouted a pair of horns.

The three of them suddenly laughed after thinking about it, but they didn't say anything, each with ulterior motives.

Obviously not wanting others to know, countless people following behind listened to the faint laughter in the sky and were confused.

"Laughing! I will kill the three of you today!"

Wang Feng roared angrily, and flew towards the sky, advancing instead of retreating, killing the three monks in the third realm of Yuan Dynasty.

Poof! With a sound, a pair of horns sprouted from Wang Feng's head, and his body was covered with golden dragon scales.

This is...capability sharing!

Wang Feng was surprised and happy in his heart. With a thought, just as he expected, the golden dragon scales on his body disappeared.

With another thought, dragon scales appeared on his arms.

Wang Feng raised his eyes full of murderous intent and looked at the three monks in the third realm of Yuan Dynasty.

Their realms are not too high, two are at the ninth level of the Combined Yuan Realm, and one is at the second level of the Broken Yuan Realm.

But this is nothing to Wang Feng who is now holding the imperial weapon Cold Sword. Kill them all!

With eight lifetimes of combat experience and skills, Wang Feng was confident in killing them with the imperial weapon in hand.

"Don't run!"

Fiery red dragon scales appeared on Wang Feng's feet, a burst of flames burst out, and his body went towards them instantly.

But the three monks in the third realm are not stupid. The three of them seem to have a clear understanding of each other.

He struck out with a palm, and then quickly distanced himself.

Wang Feng quickly raised his cold sword to block the attack, and the cracks on his arm became larger and larger.

The dragon scales covering it also began to turn into pieces of light and dissipate due to backlash.

"Yi Ma! Let's fight!"

Wang Feng roared, his aura rose to the extreme, and he slowly raised the cold sword. In an instant, countless people began to fly back.

There was fear on everyone's face, he was about to release that sword again!

"sky!"

"Festival!"

"sword!"

"Law!"

Whoosh! Wang Feng teleported several kilometers away and ran towards behind him. Suddenly, there was a crowd of curses behind him.

"You fools, you were fooled by me! Hahaha!"

Wang Feng kept laughing while running, his body flashed and he ran towards the distance.

Without Han Jian, Jiang Hanxi struggled to catch up until they could no longer be seen.

Nervously, she quickly took out the small rattle and looked at it. After looking at it for a while, she moved her feet again and ran after it.

And the little boy's side of the rattle in her hand was covered in blood, suddenly! The pattern on the left arm disappeared and became empty.

Jiang Hanxi's figure flashed, and he took out all the useful talismans and everything he could on the way, and flew away following the instructions of the little rattle.