My wife is a sword god

"I heard this once before when we were in the dungeon." Wang Yi had no expression on his face.

There was anger surging in Cang Feilan's light blue eyes. She took out the dagger from her waist and planned to kill the opponent with her hands, but a black shadow flashed towards her.

She did not dare to neglect, and crossed her daggers in front of her to protect Qin Feng behind her.

The black shadow arrived as expected, and with a golden roar, it actually knocked Cang Feilan away!

Qin Feng looked into the air. The person who took action was very similar to the one who stopped Shi Ziming in the dungeon. He was also like a walking corpse, with amazing strength.

"Puppet Corpse Way?!" Qin Feng looked ugly.

At this moment, he felt a hint of danger and took a step back.

But his right hand was grabbed at this moment.

Before he knew it, Wang Yi had arrived in front of him.

Qin Feng frowned, possessing such ghostly speed, which could only be achieved by a martial artist at the fifth level of divine movement. But not long ago, the opponent was clearly only at the peak of the sixth level!

Of course, it is meaningless to wonder why the other party's strength has improved so quickly at this moment.

Because he was in a very dangerous situation. If a seventh-grade scholar was approached by a fifth-grade martial artist, the result would be self-evident!

Seeing this scene, Cang Feilan wanted to get rid of the puppet corpse and came to protect Qin Feng.

However, the strength of this puppet corpse is actually more powerful than the one in the dungeon. If you look at it in practice, it may have reached the sixth level of calamity power.

Although Cang Feilan's hidden strength is amazing, it is a bit unrealistic to escape in a short time.

Wang Yi did not kill directly, but slowly took off the white glove on Qin Feng's right hand: "The power of the white thunder formation is amazing, and there is no room for sloppiness."

He turned over the white gloves, raised his eyebrows and said: "It is true that the formation is carved into the white gloves. Just now I saw that what was surging on the gloves was not pure white literary energy, but lavender gas.

If my prediction is correct, you should have entered the seventh-grade righteousness realm, and you have entered this realm by observing the thunder visualization chart.

I didn’t expect that outside the Haowen Academy in Fengtian City, there was a Wen Sheng Taoist with such a high talent. "

"What state have you reached now?"

Faced with the question, Qin Feng naturally did not answer. He wanted to touch the Sword Alliance token in his arms, and then activate the Sword Emperor's sword energy to kill the opponent.

But in front of a fifth-grade martial artist, such small moves cannot be hidden at all!

"I can guess even if you don't tell me, you definitely haven't entered the sixth-grade hexagram fate realm.

When a Wen Sheng Taoist is of low rank, although his combat prowess is unsatisfactory, there are endless ways to save his life.

Especially when you reach the sixth level, let alone what level your divination methods can reach, your ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune is enviable.

If you had reached the realm of hexagram fate, you would definitely not come here and get mixed up in this muddy water. "

Wang Yi looked at Qin Feng and said calmly: "I don't really want to kill you anymore. My master cherishes talents very much. You have entered the seventh level with rare thunderous righteousness, and your future will be unlimited in the future.

As far as I know, if a Wen Sheng Taoist wants to step into the realm of the Sixth Grade Hexagram, he needs to pull his own destiny star.

The life stars are also divided into high and low. If you can get in touch with people with high authority, the probability of attracting high-quality life stars can also be greatly increased.

My lord is in a high position and is also someone who wants to plan big things. Why don't you consider it? "

Qin Feng looked at him coldly and remained unmoved.

Wang Yi smiled contemptuously: "It's a pity. I originally wanted to see you fall into despair after you had hope."

It turns out that what he just said was just teasing!

He raised his left hand and pointed his index finger at Qin Feng's forehead. At such a close distance, Qin Feng would definitely die if this blow landed.

Cang Feilan on the other side saw this scene, her light blue eyes widened, the ends of her hair were clinging to silvery white, and in the blink of an eye, the blue hair was dyed through.

Silver-white scales actually appeared on both sides of the corners of the eyes, shining brightly under the night light, emitting a dazzling light.

The aura in Cang Feilan's body continued to stir, and her power became stronger and stronger.

Under the black scarf, a low roar of a dragon could be heard faintly.

Although the sound was not loud, it rang in the ears of several people present!

Wang Yi sensed the change and hurriedly sought his reputation.

Then, under the night sky, two daggers reflected the clear light, and silver light suddenly appeared behind the graceful figure, shining so brightly that it was impossible to look directly at it.

In just a few moments, the body of the powerful zombie was torn apart.

Wang Yi saw those light cyan eyes and the silver-white scales at the corners of the eyes.

The cold light was getting closer and closer to him.

He hurriedly let go of Qin Feng and stepped back.

But the silver light was pressing forward, and it seemed to have a determined attitude!

Wang Yi was frightened and hurriedly shouted: "Master Qianpuppet, save me!"

As he finished speaking, a figure wearing a ghost mask and a black and white robe fell in front of him. A mass of flesh like a stone pillar came out from under the robe and faced the silver light.

It was almost overwhelming, and the meat ball fell apart.

But this moment of obstruction also allowed Wang Yi to successfully escape from death.

Sensing the strength of the opponent, Cang Feilan couldn't hit him and immediately retreated to Qin Feng's side.

Qin Feng saw Miss Cang looking like this now, confused and shocked.

"No wonder the smell on your body is so weird. It turns out that you are not a human race, but a dragon race." Qian Puppet glanced down at the shattered body. With a flick of his right hand, the shattered body fell off his body.

Cang Feilan glanced at Qin Feng behind her and saw the complicated look on his face.

Under the black scarf, she pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

She originally didn't intend to let the other party see this look.

She didn't want the other party to know her identity as a dragon.

Because, she wanted to stay by his side.

Once the identity of the dragon is exposed, all kinds of troubles will follow one after another, which is not what she expects.

But now that things have come to this, if she doesn't release the power in her body, it will be impossible to kill the previous puppet corpse and come to Qin Feng's side in the shortest time.

She didn't have too many choices at all.

"Silver-haired dragon, you are the royal family among dragons-the Canglong lineage!" Wang Yi screamed.

"With your identity, you didn't stay in the Tianchi area. Aren't you afraid that there are demons and ghosts coveting the dragon ball in your body?!"

The Canglong lineage is the royal family among dragons. They are born with dragon balls in their bodies.

The strange power of the dragon ball can be said to make all things in the world salivate.

It can not only protect the heart meridian and help people resist fatal injuries, but also baptize the flesh and make the flesh transcend the ordinary.

There are also rumors that if a demon gets a dragon ball and refines it, it can even break the shackles of blood and reach a realm above the third rank!

"Cang Long." Qin Feng muttered to himself, his eyes complicated.

Miss Cang's background is much greater than he expected.

They are also dragons, but Cang Long is the king among them.

If placed in the human race, Miss Cang might be equivalent to a princess in the royal family of Fengtian City.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to pick a time to explain to you, but I couldn't find a suitable opportunity." The silver-white long hair danced with unparalleled beauty.

Cang Feilan turned her back to the figure, and the light words were passed into Qin Feng's ears with the night wind.