Chapter 1050

Looking at the young man in front of him, the domineering posture, the crazy breath, the concerned appearance All of all, let strong Yan's mind can't help but start to shake hard.

Slowly.

Qin Feng's body turned around.

Not only that, but also his remaining power continued to move towards the body of Sikong Jiuzhi.

In the startled eyes of Sikong's nine fingers, in an instant, the terrible edge of the broken spirit sword palm actually directly cut his wind holy finger.

In a flash, countless blades of the road began to rush towards the opposite side.

"Hum"

all of a sudden, behind his back, a series of sharp points began to flow quickly. The palm of the broken spirit sword quickly integrated into it.

Qin Feng's face does not change, his eyes are cold, and his palm moves quickly.

"Chi"

the two forms are in one, and they come out directly.

"Bang"

behind the nine fingers of Sikong, an ancient figure of an old man was born slowly, and like him, one finger burst out of the sky.

Between the fingers, with endless wind force artistic conception.

The finger, like a pillar of God, flickers and moves brightly.

"Hiss"

with the fall of Qinfeng's voice, suddenly, it roared, like a huge wave, suddenly rowed across the void. With the transmission of the voice, the tearing sound was also quickly urged out.

"Wind holy finger!"

"Then you can try..."

Sure enough, as Lieyan's words fell, a cold and piercing voice broke the sky:

"this guy No one is more arrogant than him, but But never really failed! "

Lieyan took a look at the blonde youth, a pair of beautiful eyes became a little strange, seems to feel something in general, but finally slowly opened his mouth and said:

"don't you worry about this guy hanging up?"

At this time, the young man with golden hair can move obviously and feel the terrible momentum as deep as the sea. This guy immediately picked up the black lion on his shoulder and quietly came to Lieyan's side:

but at this moment, from his body, a torrent of flame has slowly diffused, and then, in this space, rapidly formed a vast A sea of repression.

The words of Sikong's nine fingers dropped slowly.

"Qin Feng Last time you didn't die, it seems that your luck is really good, you can survive in that place, but this time, I will let you know what despair is, I will completely suppress you, tear your flesh and suppress your soul! "

However, in the face of such eyes, although Sikong Jiuzhi's heart trembled slightly at the beginning, it was quickly replaced by boundless anger:

what a pair of amazing eyes.

That cold piercing breath, even if it is the Sikong nine fingers, can not help but secretly in the heart of a tremor.

That pair of eyes, how fierce crazy, as if there is no feeling of the magic sword in general, in addition to crazy only crazy.

However, when he turned to face Sikong's nine fingers, his momentum suddenly changed. It was like a magic sword sealed with ancient times, which suddenly came out of its sheath. At this moment, the tearing breath burst out completely.

"What?"

Sikong Jiuzhi's face suddenly changed.

I didn't expect that his Feng Sheng finger was easily broken by Qin Feng. Although Qin Feng reached the nine fold cultivation of the true spirit realm at this time, it was much stronger than the last time they fought, but it was impossible to be so powerful.