Chapter 957

"Looking for death!"

The face of Sikong's nine fingers changed slightly. His robe swung and his other hand hit a finger again. It turned out to be another wind holy finger!

The original stalemate was suddenly broken.

"I don't know how to live or die!"

However, between words, there was a chill on the corner of his mouth:

he felt the fighting intention still coming out from the rubble on the opposite side, and his voice slowly swept up.

"Don't you give up?"

In the circulation of eyes, the eyes take up a silk of divine light.

Sikong Jiuzhi stood there without expression.

In the void.

"Shua"

a generation of arrogant, monsters, this time is really dead.

People's tone, with a touch of regret, for the end of the Qin wind, but now also have to sigh.

"At this moment, Qin Feng is really finished, and that Sikong nine fingers challenge, the end is only dead..."

"Hum, in the face of the strongest king, no matter how evil the Qin Feng is, it is futile. If it was not the time of the last emperor's struggle for supremacy, Sikong Jiuzhi would have been the identity of the Nine Emperors. The emperor level disciples were a group of abnormal people. Compared with the strong ones at the elder level of various sects, they were not weak. They could be said to be equal …”

"The strength of Qinfeng is still too far behind..."

Looking at the situation of Qin Feng being beaten and flying, all the people at the scene couldn't help sighing.

"Sure enough..."

In the face of the other side's terrible power, Qin Feng's body was directly hit by Sheng Sheng, and instantly flew out, heavily flying tens of thousands of meters away.

"Hiss"

"boom"

finally, with the breaking of the sword Qi of Qinfeng, it was even more powerful, and directly formed the posture of Double Dragons hanging and moving towards the Qinfeng.

The whole space, as if crushed by the birth of the general, constantly issued bursts of whine sound, two huge fingers, tearing matchless.

The sound of trembling continued to resound.

"Boom! Boom! Boom

Finally, the sword spirit in front of me can no longer bear the bombardment and killing of two wind holy fingers. The two rolling traces, with sharp edges, form two cyan Python like, tearing the sky, sharp marks, unparalleled, covering a space of tens of thousands of meters.

"Peng!"

Such a lot of strength, can not resist Sikong nine fingers wind holy finger!

Even if he has the unique Taigu real dragon rhyme, the power of nine dragon scales is enough to match the blessing of the nine powerful ones. With the current effect of blood gas and explosive gas formula, the whole person is equivalent to the joint force of nearly 15 powerful people.

Sikong Jiuzhi is called the strongest king. It seems true that the other side's strength is so much more than him.

However, his heart has been shocked to the extreme.

In the face of such a strong suppression force, Qin Feng's face could not help but change. The silent blade waved quickly, and the power of nine dragon scales was even more like a dragon like a tiger, running wildly. The true Qi in his body emerged in an endless stream and kept gathering out.

"Silent Blade!"

The pressure around Qin Feng was strengthened, and the gold sword in his hand was constantly sending out the sound of lamentation.

"Boom

The two wind holy fingers are like two dragons. They are incomparable and invincible

Hum!

The palm of the hand slowly swept up, as if slow real urgent, a finger huff and puff, as if contains the star awn in general, the mysterious light of Taoism once again shrouded in his fingertips.

The ruins of Qin Feng are going to be shrouded in the past again. Suddenly