The crowd are staring at the dust, they can clearly feel the blood of the wind is boiling, a terrible breath is crazy.

"Hey!"

A whisper came out, the pupils of the crowd shrank for a while, only on the shoulders of the dust, there were two black bulges appearing there, and the breath was even more terrible.

"Hey, hey...Boom!"

Along with the sound of a winged tremor space, the dust heads up to the sky, and the eyes reveal a cold awn. Behind him, a pair of evil wings appear there. The wings are black and slanted, and the edges of the wings are The shape of the wave blade is sharp like a sharp edge, with a dark brilliance.

After the emergence of the wing, a stream of light kept flowing on the body of the dust. In his body, there was a dark atmosphere rolling in the air. It was a terrible smell. It seemed to have a dark luster and shrouded the body of the dust. In it.

In the dusty eyebrows, a group of dark brilliance kept spinning and blending into his eyebrows. Finally, there was a clear handwriting, branded in the dusty eyebrows.

"wind!"

The evil style, the brand of the wind is printed on it, so that the pupils of the dust have become more evil, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, such as the demon, "blood veins, really the power of the blood, blood and soul."

The crowds are trembled, the monsters in the ancient times are raging, and the human strength is stronger than now. Those who build the country are terrible, even the strongest, the ancestor of the Tianfeng Kingdom, and the sage, the blood. Force, constantly passed down, and now this dust, like the people of the Snow Moon royal family, inherited the power of the blood.

The dust and the pupils stared at the crowd, and everyone immediately felt as if they were staring at the monster, very cold.

In the hands of the dust, a terrible black thing is rolling there. This is a flame, but it is mixed with the flame of blue and dark colors. There is a beam of light flowing around it, full of the power of destruction, the beam of light. It is lightning, this flame is a thunder fire.

In the past, the Tianfeng demon is extremely powerful, with fine ventilation, fire, and thunder, and the dust has the power of the blood flowing down from the ancestors. The body contains wind, fire, and lightning.

The wind, the evil wings behind it, the fire, the thunder and lightning, is the light of destruction that drags the hands of the wind and dust.

"The dust is so terrible."

The crowd's heart trembled, and the feeling that the dust brought them at the moment was terrible, shocking, dusty, and too demon.

It seems that Lin Feng’s battle with the wind and dust is really interesting. Both of them are not good at all, they are rare geniuses, and many of them know that Lin Feng, but also has blood and soul, the body is flowing with blood. The power, but the strength of the blood in Lin Feng's body, the concentration does not seem so high.

The two are stubborn and weak, and no one knows now.

"Hidden is deep enough." If Lushan's eyes are slightly condensed and staring at the dust, this time he is too different from the past, and it is almost impossible to tell the difference. This demon person will be the smiling young man.

Although he also knows that the strength of the dust is certainly not weak, but he did not expect that the dust will be so strong, and the concentration of the blood force seems to be very high, it is indeed a rare genius, he and Lin Feng fight, no matter who died, It is a pity that this kind of genius wants to cultivate another one, which is too difficult. But the current situation is that Lin Feng and the wind dust, no one will give up, it is necessary to kill the other party will stop, he also said that he will not interfere, can only let two people fight, life and death.

If the eyes of Lushan inadvertently glanced at the endless view, the endless end of the wind and the dust, the same bloodline of the royal family, with the blood of the sages passed down, and the wit city is even more dusty, he never showed Through his own strength, although he was only ranked fourth in the Snowy Eighth son, his true combat power is also a mystery.

None of these royal guys is simple. The rumored horrible head of the eight sons is incompetent. He hasn’t seen one side since he came to the snow moon for a long time. Others simply don’t give him face, but this It is also consistent with the character of Duan Duo, Shun Chang, the opposite is dead, the world is only me, no one in the eyes, no heart in the heart.

Lin Feng is also staring at the dust, his eyes are cold, and the thunder fire is stronger than the second lightning. Moreover, this wind dust, as well as the wings, the demon wing, does not seem to be a good deal.

"Lin Feng, at the moment, what do you think?"

The dust and dust held the thunder in his hands, and his eyes stared at Lin Feng indifferently, and a chill came out from his mouth.

“Thinking?” Lin Feng stared at the dust, and said indifferently: “It’s self-righteous, this world, it’s not just that you have blood power alone.”

Lin Feng’s voice fell, and Canglong roared. Behind him, the seven-headed dragons stood up in the void and swayed up, all of them screaming out.

A group of purple discs whirls on the dragon, such as a headed demon snake, a purple snake martial arts, and the celestial worms, the dragon and the snake dance.

Moreover, in the middle of the head of the seven-headed dragon, there is a group of light of the secluded light, a face printed on it, such as ghosts, intriguing, this is the soul of the lich who was born by Lin Feng to devour the Wuzhen Wushou.

"Ok?"

The wind and dust brows a look, the look is indifferent, this Lin Feng, actually Wushen twins, and, there is also a Nether face, it seems to be a kind of Wuhun.

"If your realm is as strong as mine, it does threaten me a lot, but now, the three-fold **** soul of Xuanwujing, how to compare with my **** soul of Xuanwujing."

The wind and the cold said indifferently, and then the footsteps crossed, the dark demon's wings had a dark glow, and his body disappeared from the place.

Lin Feng, who stood there, felt that the black light did not flash in front of him, and then a terrible destruction of the atmosphere shrouded himself, his body trembled and disappeared like a wind.

"Hey!"

The light of the thunderstorm in the darkness slammed into the void, letting the space tremble, and the floating air, the light of the thunderstorm, but the body of Lin Feng was no longer in place, and it was a few meters away.

"Escape? Can you escape?"

The wind and the dust sneered, and the brilliance of the wings fluttered. The more the pupils were enchanted, the body shape swayed and disappeared again.

Another destructive repressed gas came towards himself. Lin Feng's pupils turned into dark colors, and the light of the sky shone in the eyelids, as if they wanted to see through the dust.

Like the former Chu Zhanpeng, the wind dust has the wing of the demon, but the dust is the martial spirit of the inherited blood force. The wings are silent and silent, and the lighter and faster than the Dapeng son, and the rippled wing Blade horror can also easily kill people.

Moreover, this group of thunder fires is terrible. If it is printed on him, I am afraid that he can destroy his Lin Feng. Even the sword of the killing can not resist the thunder.

Lin Feng and Feng Dian, after all, the gap between the realm is very large, and the strength of the dust itself is also very strong, and other ordinary Xuanwujing six people, I am afraid that no one is his opponent.

"Three thousand Buddha magic, if it collides with this thunder, I am afraid it will be easily swallowed and destroyed." Lin Feng’s heart screamed, the magic of the three thousand Buddha is very strong, but not enough. I believe that if it is six thousand Buddha magic, before the suppression, just rely on The power of ** can suppress the thunder of the wind and dust, killing it with a fist, turning the power of the Buddha to the demon, and suppressing everything.

It’s a pity that he has only three thousand Buddhas, but not enough.

His celestial sorcerer's soul, engulf everything, the demon devour, the martial arts engulf, and even the martial arts after the fusion can be swallowed, but if the sorcerer's sorrow is destroyed by the devastating thunder, I am afraid it will be damaged, or the realm Weak, he and the dust, the difference between the three realms.

"The only thing that can collide with the wind and dust and destroy him is the fire of the Nether, the lotus of the Nether, and the integration of all the true powers, otherwise it will not kill the dust."

Lin Feng analyzed in his heart, this wind dust is powerful, has the power of blood, and is three times higher than him. It is more difficult to deal with the dust than to kill the second. There is no problem in challenging the leap, but it is difficult to cross the three realms. And if you are not careful, you will be caught by the wind and dust.

Lin Fengsi’s simultaneous movements were not limited. The martial arts roared and the purple light rushed toward the wind. However, the purple light that was roaring in a group was instantly destroyed by the thunder, and nothing left, so Lin Feng was more convinced of his judgment. Other forces outside the Nether Black Lotus are hard to deal with the dust.