Chapter 947

"Boom"

it was another blow, and the surrounding energy gathered wildly on the hungry Qin Feng's fist. At this moment, Qin Feng's fist hit the other party's wings like a drill bit.

"Dang!"

"Qin Feng, we are all in this undead secret place now. You can't monopolize this map by yourself. Hand it in and share it with us."

"Kill!"

"Don't let Qin Feng run away!"

At last, someone reacted and let out an angry roar.

"No, he's running away!"

Qin Feng is a decisive person. With the help of this big hand, Qin Feng's body rapidly evolves and moves in the process of flying backwards. Behind his back, he casts out that ancient virtual shadow, which is pounded out with endless deterrent momentum.

Flashy and fast.

"Boom"

however, at this time, the strong people around have begun to fight. If you cut off the air dust, you will have to pay all kinds of costs, and you may be in trouble.

Far away, looking at the distance of the broken air dust, Qin Feng's face gloomy to the extreme, but, at this time, if he goes to kill again, naturally can also do.

"Damn it, duankong dust..."

Seeing someone make a move, the rest of the strong are not willing to be outdone. With the roar, the strength of the body begins to flow and evolve in an instant, which turns into the virtual shadow of a statue, one by one.

"Let's go!"

This is a king level disciple hidden in the dark. The shadow of the other party is flashing. Even Qin Feng can't catch the trace of the other party in an instant. However, Qin Feng has suffered some trauma at this time. With this big hand, he is immediately suppressed, and flies back with a slap.

After all, there are still strong people who start to fight.

With the emergence of this big hand, in an instant, the space was born out of the traces of tear.

A hand, like the hand of heaven and earth, fell from the sky, hanging and moving, with a majestic momentum lingering among them. Boundless energy was hanging on the big hand one by one, like a Taoist waterfall, bringing up the supreme slaughter.

"Boom

This undead secret place is hard to understand. If there is a map recording the gate of transmission, it will be equivalent to an extra life. For all disciples, it is a supreme treasure.

Finally, with the fall of Duan Kong dust's words, many disciples' faces have shown a crazy color. The map on Qin Feng's body is really too important.

"Kill!"

Even so, his mouth, eyes, ears and other seven orifices, has shed a lot of blood.

If you give him another blow, even if the duankong dust has the blood of God, there is absolutely no way to resist.

At this time, there were a lot of cracks on the white wings.

The voice was extremely shrill, with a rush of breath.

"Qin Feng is seriously injured. If you don't take the map on him now, when will you wait?"

However, the roar of Lu zhengran's voice was more powerful than that of Huang's.

"Burst out!"

In the face of such seemingly righteous words, Qin Feng's mouth directly sneered at the voice.