Chapter 836

But, in front of him.

Qin Feng, who is in the process of cultivation, should have been bumped into flesh and blood.

At this time, he was still intact, his body, suspended in the void, in front of the remnant scorpion, kept regressing.

If the blow is killed, even a strong man with half a step can't take it easily.

The fist swings, the strength and the speed also increases.

With the appearance of the virtual shadow of the Warcraft, the momentum of the remnant scorpion increased several times again.

This beast looks like a tiger rather than a tiger. Its fangs are dense. Its eyes are red with blood. It roars up to the sky and is bloodthirsty. It spreads rapidly.

It was a blood red phantom of Warcraft.

In his body, a ferocious shadow appears madly.

"Roar!"

The opponent's huge fist, like a fireball burst in a moment, with blood like light, the light released the blood gas, and quickly burst out.

Arm waving, as if a series of firecrackers exploded in general, that terrible tearing sound, more and more harsh in this space, and then you can clearly see that in this space, with the arc of the arm waving, has formed a surprising trace.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

He could not do anything. Qin Feng, who was in the state of cultivation, was an insult to him.

The remnant scorpion at this time was obviously infuriated.

Blood is 100% excited.

"Boom

"Damn Qin Feng Go to hell

With the voices of the people around and the sound of shock, the face of the remnant scorpion is more and more ferocious.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The remnant scorpion is not a weak one. If Qin Feng could ignore the remnant scorpion in his practice, how powerful would Qin Feng be if he opened his eyes?"

"What's more, he's clearly in the process of practice. In practice, he can hide himself?"

"So powerful with eyes closed? Is Qin Feng too evil? "

The wind wanderer took a deep look at Qin Feng and speculated secretly.

"What on earth is this boy understanding?"

But there's something else about it.

As an appreciator of the artistic conception of the force of wind, his perception of the power of wind is naturally beyond the keen of ordinary people. In Qin Feng's body, he feels the breath of the force of wind.

The wind wanderer of fengshenfeng has squinted eyes and a strange arc on his face.

"Well?"

Even if Qin Feng is not in the state of cultivation, it is impossible to be so natural and unrestrained.

"How could it be so fast?"

In the middle of the Qin Feng and the remnant scorpion, it is clear that there is a fist distance, that is, the remnant scorpion can't get close to him, and can't hurt Qin Feng. Moreover, if he lets him roar and roar, he can't catch up with the gap of the fist distance!

A master reminds me.

"Look in the middle of the two!"

Looking at this state of Qin Feng, many people began to be disappointed.

"What's going on? Isn't Qin Feng in practice? How could it be so? "

While the two, one roared and ran, trying to smash his opponent into pieces. The other was with his eyes closed and his body suspended, allowing the other party to be so ferocious, but still not dodging, just flying upside down.

The whole person's appearance, as if this remnant scorpion is pushing him forward.

"It's over, Qin Feng is really finished this time!"

"Yes, it's a pity."

The horror of this blow has changed people's faces.