Chapter 950

With a fight, the Qi and blood in Qin Feng's body began to continue to riot, forced to walk, unscrupulously released their own strength.

"Qiang Silent Blade

Feeling the strong power of the real dragon master on the back, Qin Feng's face changed slightly, and the golden sword was quickly put out.

The range of tens of miles around all appeared in the sight of Qinfeng.

The eye of breaking evil flashes wildly.

It's just a slap in the face, a raw slap in the face.

So many people, so many strong men, and even some king level existence, let a disciple of the true spiritual realm escape.

Looking at the figure of Qin Feng leaving quickly, the face of the king of ice and others will become so ugly that it will be so ugly.

"Damn it!"

Shan Hua, working to the extreme, the shadow behind him kept waving the huge sword in his hand to suppress the hands of other disciples around him, while Qin Feng himself quickly took advantage of the crowd's suppression moment and suddenly flashed out

"Hiss"

at this time, Qin Feng did not love to fight, and his Qi and blood in his body became more and more serious. At this time, the more he was fond of fighting, the greater the damage to his body.

"Whoosh"

looking at Qin Feng, a strange idea suddenly appeared in his heart, but with the emergence of this idea, his eyes suddenly became hot.

"What's going on?"

Just now in that fight, he clearly felt that in the genuine Qi of Qin Feng, there was a vast majesty. This kind of dignity made his true Qi begin to tremble and become irritable, as if the lower level felt the existence of the superior.

With the sound of several blasts, suddenly, the real dragon childe was beaten back, but at this time, his face in addition to the gloomy, with a strange light.

"Peng Peng Peng Peng!"

This slap, containing boundless cutting, the power of nine dragon scales quickly burst out.

"Roar"

the strength of the breath breathed, and instantly evolved into a golden palm. In the void, it beat down fiercely.

A great momentum was moving.

Wave your palms.

"Pa"

however, the corrosive effect made Qin Feng frown.

In the blood of the disciples of xiaolongwang villa, there is indeed a trace of dragon breath, but it is extremely complex. Obviously, it is not related to the blood of the dragon.

He has the Dragon Spirit and cultivates the ancient real dragon formula. Naturally, he is extremely sensitive to the blood of the dragon.

For such a statement, Qin Feng is very sneering.

Xiaolongwang villa, there is a legend of the blood of the dragon.

But vaguely, you can feel that there is a strong corrosive effect in the shadow of the real dragon. Under the impact of the opponent's Dragon claws, Qin Feng's sword Qi began to show signs of being corroded.

Two powerful forces, quickly deadlocked together.

"Creak, creak!"

The real dragon roars ferociously, and the Dragon claws huff and puff, fiercely holding down the sword Qi of Qin Feng.

"Roar!"

A huge sword Qi, forming fan-shaped traces, quickly haunts the shelter, fiercely toward the ferocious impact of the past.

"Boom"

with the help of parallel volunteers, Qin Feng's figure is constantly flashing. Although the strong people behind him are still chasing after him, they can't keep up with Qin Feng's pace.

Finally, after running for hundreds of miles, Qinfeng stopped at an ancient mountain.

This ancient mountain range is surrounded by dense clouds and fog, among which cold wind bursts, but the location is relatively secret. All around are high mountains and dense forests. It is quite difficult to find a person here.