Chapter 357 Fuwu Shuangxiu

In the roar, in the black and turbid rain, the two bodies fell to the ground in confusion. The desert lion stood on the ground with his hands on the square halberd in his hand. The place standing under your feet is already covered with spider web-shaped rubble. The power he just received. It was all transmitted to his feet... His eyes were extremely fierce, staring at the boy who shocked him in the distance...

Han Feng half knelt on the ground with one leg, his head lowered slightly, and his long golden hair danced wildly in the wind. He held the Xingtian magic axe in his left hand, and the axe supported his body. He felt that terrible feeling and returned to his body. Yuanli has a sense of exhaustion. This has almost become a limit for him. When encountering high-intensity battles, the power in his body can never support...

"You can't do it." The desert lion suddenly laughed. Although he also consumed a lot, he had a murderous heart. Han Feng's cultivation far exceeded his expectations. A boy in a perfect state of struggled with him for thousands of moves, and was undefeated... A feeling of terror rose in his heart. If time goes by, the second son must be his biggest enemy... Moreover, I am 45 years old, and looking at Han Feng's age, it is only about 20, and the time seems to be on the other side...

Han Feng slowly raised his head, and a wisp of pale blonde hair bit his snow-white teeth. His eyebrows were like mountains, and his eyes were fierce, like Shura from hell. His appearance is extremely shocking. The sound of uproar in the distance suddenly stopped... An uncontrollable danger suddenly appeared in the heart of the desert lion Bisma, as if he was facing a strange beast from ancient times...

Murong Ruxue's fingers have been pinched into the palm of her hand, and the red blood slowly flowed out of her snow-white skin. Then it fell to the ground... Unexpectedly, on the outer edge of the crowd, the girl with bamboo hat and black veil also had blood dripping... Through the eyes of the black veil, it is full of anxiety and pain. It is known that the battle between life and death has reached its peak. If you make a mistake, you will immediately see life and death...

The smile rose from the corners of Han Feng's mouth and slowly bent into an arc, which further set off Han Feng's indomitable tenacity and evil intention, "My life is here. You come and take it." Han Feng's violent atmosphere has reached an unprecedented expansion...

The desert lion Bisma's face was slightly stiff and said, "Your life is the general's. I will definitely take it away today. I want the Xuanhuang Dynasty to remember the name of this general forever! ... Haha..." He finally said his psychological words, which was to kill the spirit and ambition of the Xuanhuang Dynasty...

A fierce evil spirit surged out of the desert lion. He suddenly handed Fang Tianhua halberd to his left hand and said with a groan, "I will let you, who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth, see what real strength is." While talking, the air around him suddenly became extremely cold. A light yellow piece of paper appeared between his two fingers...

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In the unknown pavilion, Fengshen was shocked, "Fu urn." I understand that this deserted lion is not a simple martial artist, but a Fuwu Shuangxiu. Fu Yu can improve his martial arts cultivation several times... Li Jingtian, the national master, opened his slightly closed eyes for a moment, and then closed them again. Fengshen said, "I'm afraid Han boy is in trouble this time..." Li Jingtian said slowly, "Each person has his own destiny." After saying that, he stopped talking...

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The two fingers of the mad lion in Tianmo shook gently, and the yellow rune paper was like someone holding it, standing in the wind out of thin air, motionless and shaking... His eyes were solemn, and the two fingers of his right hand were stretched out, and the empty point finger was like a bloody cinnabar rune appeared on the rune. It's complicated and hard to say. His hands moved extremely slowly, as if he were pushing a towering mountain...

Han Feng's eyes condensed slightly, "The learning of Fu." He could feel that the other party's cultivation on the rune had reached an extremely terrible level. A sense of danger rose in his heart...

It's a long story. After a while, the rune in the sky of the desert lion has been completed. Disappeared out of thin air...

He turned to Han Feng and said, "You are dead."

While speaking, his fists appeared in the shape of a cross in the air, and he never gave Han Feng a chance to speak, and the virtual shadow of a black dragon reappeared. His teeth and claws circled in the air, his right hand was a little in the air, and the pale yellow rune paper reappeared in the air. Then, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spit a mouthful of blood on the rune paper. The rune paper turned into a flame and suddenly floated into the shadow of the black dragon. As if sensing something, the virtual shadow of the black dragon in the air suddenly roared, as if it had come back to life...

An extremely horrible dragon power shrouded between heaven and earth, and people couldn't help but look at each other in horror. This deserted lion Bisma actually summoned a black dragon bloodline with the art of runes. Its power can destroy this nine-killing platform in a moment and kill all people... At this moment, Bismarck's cultivation has entered a virtual state. I'm afraid there are few people who can deal with him...

The face of the deserted lion became as pale as paper, but his eyes were like a burning ghost fire. With a roar, his body suddenly rose into the air. Fang Tianhua halberd fell on the black dragon and said harshly, "I have entered the virtual world, boy, how can you fight with me with a perfect situation of gathering energy?"

After saying that, his Fangtian painting halberd suddenly became a little empty, and a Thunderbolt rushed to Han Feng. The sound of vibration in the air is like a landslide. The black dragon opened his mouth and spit out a breath. A black flame swept towards Han Feng and burned...

The sky and the earth suddenly changed color. Thunderstorms in the air followed. The sound of a dragonfly is like a giant god beating a drum... All the rain was evaporated by the black flame...

Han Feng's face changed, and he could feel the trembling breath of the other party. He is not a single tendon, his body moves, and his body is blurred into a phantom. It has disappeared in a blink of an eye. The Thunderbolt and black dragon breath in the air fell fiercely on Han Feng's virtual shadow just now. The thunder suddenly flashed, and the sound of the collapse of the earth made countless people lose their color on their faces. Just now, Han Feng's place of landing has become a two-foot-square pit. The red rock within hundreds of feet was turned into a coke-like color by the blazing heat of the black dragon...

The bloody eyes of the wild lion patrolled in the air, and their whole body was full of black evil spirits. His breath has soared to the intensity of the virtual world...

Han Feng's figure appeared 500 places away like a floating light and shadow. The desert lion laughed wildly and stood on the black dragon. The square halberd in its hand went straight to Han Feng's back, and the silver brilliance swept the world with a deafening sound of Thunderbolt. At the same time, the dragon under his feet was a thick and hot black dragon breath, and in an instant, it had arrived behind Han Feng...

Han Feng was terrify. As soon as he appeared, the pursuit behind him had arrived. The roots of his teeth were clenched, and a wisp of fierceness gushed out from the depths of Han Feng's eyes. His feet were short, and his body took his left foot as the axis, and he suddenly turned around.

The black Xingtian magic axe gathered all the power of Han Feng and split into the attacking Yuanli wave. At the same time, a pale golden light flashed, and the dragon lock order had been issued, cutting through the void and attacking the dragon of the black dragon...

The continuous sound of Thunderbolt suddenly sounded, and under the touch of the original force in the air, the black turbulent terrible light flashed constantly... Han Fengzhi felt a sweetness in his throat and spewed out a mouthful of blood. His body could no longer stand up, and in an instant, it floated into the air like a fallen leaf...

The body of Bisma, the wild lion standing above the black dragon, also shook three times, stood unsteadily, and finally took two steps back. A muffled sound came out, and he felt the dragon under his feet suddenly shake. When I looked again, the black dragon's eyes were already blind. It raised its head and screamed sadly, and its body swayed. The desert lion quickly turned into a rune and restored the calmness of the dragon. It itself is the blood of a black dragon, so it has a tolerance for pain. Much better than the real black dragon...

Although the huge black dragon is melted by a drop of blood, it already has some slight consciousness. The wide dragon tail swept through the void, and the huge body had appeared on Han Feng's figure. The fierce and fierce anger almost swept the whole nine-killing platform. The blind dragon head suddenly opened its huge mouth, and the extremely hot black dragon breath rushed towards Han Feng...

If hit by this high temperature dragon like magma, I'm afraid Han Feng's whole body will melt into nothingness and disappear in this world... Seeing that the black dragon breath had reached Han Feng's back, at this time, Han Feng's body suddenly flashed a layer of brilliant light. That light shows the color of glass, which is extremely gorgeous... Han Feng's whole body became a dazzling luminous body...

The sticky and dark dragon breath hit Han Feng's body fiercely, and the light from his body disappeared in an instant. Han Feng's body was rebounded to the distance by a powerful force like a meteorite. That layer of glazed light is a layer of body protection automatically generated by Han Feng after he realized the true meaning of yin and yang. Han Feng avoided being directly blurred by the black dragon breath. But his body is no longer controlled by his own consciousness. Far away, it fell to the western cliff of Jiu Killingtai...

"Puff."

A muffled sound, the sticky and dark evil spirit splashed dozens of feet high because of the fall of Han Feng's body. His body was like a small stone thrown into the vast sea and was immediately swallowed up...

The sad screams sounded from a distance. A figure rushed to this. However, because of the deep fog, a layer of insurmountable barriers has been formed. It's hard for the crowd to rush over...

The desert lion stood on the huge black dragon and looked up to the sky and smiled. Extremely violent and arrogant... The battle just now has exhausted almost all his strength. Only then did he force the other party into this fierce place of the cliff... Although he has stepped into the virtual world, he does not dare to follow closely to see if Han Feng is really dead. The black evil spirit is so powerful that even he dares not take a step beyond the thunder pool... The consciousness of the wild lion Bisma moved, and the huge dragon tail of the black dragon under his feet swayed in the void. In a blink of an eye, it had reached the head of the crowd...

The bloody eyes of the deserted lion Bismer swept across the crowd, and the loud and violent voice echoed above the head of the crowd.

"The boy is dead, who dares to fight?"