"Teng Teng Teng..." At this moment, Ge Qianchui staggered up and ran towards the light shield! The dwarf imperial master was completely exhausted at this moment. Every time he took a step, the black curse marks all over his body would appear.

Taking up a few points, Feng Ling saw it and sneered even more.

"Whoosh!"

The black knife flew out, and Qin Yichen stood up suddenly, but only missed the trajectory of the black knife. But Feng Ling thought, and the black knife stabbed the dwarf emperor again! "Boss!"

Ziyun exploded with a roar, transformed into a purple-gold mad dragon, and actually swallowed the black knife into his belly.

But in just a moment, the mad dragon was shuddering, twisting and rolling, blood splattered from its belly, and a black light shot out from it! "Pfft!!!"

The purple gold dragon smashed to the ground, blood flowed from the dragon's belly, and the ferocity in the dragon's eyes became extremely dim.

"Whoosh..." "Ding!"

The black sword passed by and knocked away the dwarf emperor's high-raised hammer. Under the sweeping power of the sword, the short and sturdy Ge Qian Hammer was also knocked away.

However, the dwarf emperor's faith was undying. He staggered up and crawled towards the divine hammer. But just when he was about to touch the divine hammer, his palm was pierced by a black knife! The divine hammer was only three inches away from the light shield.

The palm of the dwarf emperor's master is only three inches away from the divine hammer! All this seems to have been planned by Feng Ling, and it is all under his control! Looking at Yichentian, whose eyes have been filled with withered black,

Jun, Feng Ling said with a smile: "Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again."

As he said that, he raised his hand.

"Boss..." Ziyun's mouth was bleeding, and the dragon's belly was like a broken bellows, but between the trembling ups and downs, two words were clearly squeezed out: "No... don't..." "Ziyun..." Qin Yichen dripped

The blood and tears he shed have turned black. He looked at his companions and the dwarf emperor who had taught him for ten years but was now condemned to death by the black sword. He suddenly turned his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't it the Haoyi Universe Art?

If you want it, I’ll teach you!”

"don't want!"

Feng Ling smiled: "You should know that even if this happens, you will die just like these trash."

Qin Yichen did not speak, but in his dantian, at the moment when the withered black curse seal was about to pour into the last pass in his body, his True Dragon Pill suddenly trembled! He swallowed all the Eternal Light Dao Fruit! "Asshole

!”

Feng Ling immediately noticed the change in his aura and rushed towards Qin Yichen. However, his dragon claw clearly pierced his heart, but the space in that place suddenly distorted! "Not good!"

Feng Ling's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly pulled out his hand, but his reaction was still a moment too slow. When he pulled his dragon claw out of Qin Yichen's heart, he was missing two fingers! After just a moment of shock, Feng Ling felt the heartbreaking pain! He

I haven’t experienced this feeling in how many years! “Boom!”

However, what shocked Ziyun and the others even more than Feng Ling was Qin Yichen at this moment! Qin Yichen's figure was strange and distorted, and even occasionally, a figure with a thinner figure and gray hair flashed past.

You can still see the handsome and masculine old man in his youth! The reason why Hao Zhouguang didn't let Qin Yichen absorb the Dao Fruit at once was because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it and would backfire. But at this moment, Qin Yichen didn't care so much! Even if he exploded and died

, and it will never be left to the traitor! "Buzz..." Qin Yichen's vision was distorted. He looked at Ziyun, saw Ziyun dying, and then looked at Ziyun turning into a pure-blood dragon.

He looked at Feng Ling again, and saw that Feng Ling turned into a pure-blooded dragon from time to time, with black and twisted curse seals all over his body, and from time to time he turned into an evil wolf! It was just a surprise or something, that evil wolf's

Raise your tail, as if you are facing a formidable enemy! "Asshole!!!"

Feng Ling suddenly came back to his senses. His severed finger was filled with withered black curse marks, which were constantly healing. He suddenly raised his hand and cut off the hands and feet of the dwarf emperor. At the same time, the black knife flew towards him again! This descendant of the true dragon was on his body.

, has no value anymore! Then...die! "Whoosh!"

However, what shocked Feng Ling was that the long black knife did not return to his hand, but was choked by Qin Yichen! "Boom!"

Looking around, he saw Qin Yichen's long hair fluttering, but his long hair had young and energetic black hair mixed with silver hair.

Not only the long hair, but also the skin on Qin Yichen's cheeks are uneven. One part has the resoluteness of youth, one part has the maturity of middle age, and one part has the wrinkles of old age... Even Qin Yichen's aura is chaotic, and it can appear at any time.

He may return to his peak, but he will grow old and withered again at any time! However, Feng Ling felt clearly that the moment Qin Yichen took away his black knife, his aura was extremely sharp! "Traitor...die!"

Qin Yichen's starry eyes were indifferent. With the black knife in his hand, the withered black curse seals no longer spread! Feng Ling was shocked. He tried his best to activate the curse seals, but found that his curse seals were fixed on a certain spot.

For a moment, no matter what he did, nothing could change! "So what?

I am a pure-blooded true dragon, and you are just a bastard!"

Feng Ling's aura was still ferocious, and his murderous intent was still ferocious. He casually took out a divine weapon, which was no less than the hilt of Tianqi's knife! "Boom!"

The two swords collided, but Feng Ling's speed slowed down to the extreme, and even his arms were constantly twisting! "Pfft!"

The sword flashed, Feng Ling gritted his teeth, and his arms were bleeding continuously. Although the withered black curse seal was useless to him, the magical power of space was twisting his body.

"This, how is this possible?

!”

His spatial attainments would actually be lost to this little bastard from the True Dragon Clan! You know, even without the fragments of the Haoyi Universe Art, his spatial attainments are still extremely terrifying, not even inferior to Hao Zhouguang! However, the universe

The universe, the unity of the universe, is the real power of the universe! Qin Yichen used his sword again, and with each strike, the skin on his cheeks regained its youth, and with each strike, his breath became more stable and prosperous! "Hao Yi

Universe Art, Haoyi Universe Art..." Feng Ling kept resisting, but his sword skills continued to be messy. He became angry and angry. Compared with his space attainments, the influence of the magical power of time kept him at a disadvantage! "Whoops!"

I saw the withered black and terrifying sword light slashing across Feng Ling's neck, trying to remove his head! Feng Ling looked crazy, dragon blood flew all over his neck, but he blocked the main body with his throat bone.

Knife: "It's useless! How strong is my dragon bone?

You take my Taoist weapon and want to chop off my head!?"

Qin Yichen said nothing, drew his knife, and cut again.

"Whoosh!"

A moment later, the black knife accurately struck the wound on Feng Ling's neck. The blade penetrated deeply. This time, Feng Ling's throat bones made a breaking sound! "The third knife..." The black knife fell again, this time.
Chapter completed!