Ancient True Dragon Art

Look at the shadows condensed by the divine light.

There are various kinds of beasts, or gods, or bright moon on the sea, or weapons of the gods, but each one carries a great power and power fluctuation.

"These nine emperors and nine emperor-level disciples have been carrying these divine lights for so long, and they are likely to have benefited greatly from this, and now they are still competing with us for this little **** Shining light is simply a bully!"

A disciple suddenly reacted.

In fact, behind these king-level disciples, the light of every divine brilliance is more than five meters.

Not to mention, the light of the gods after the imperial level powerhouse has reached the level of more than ten meters, even almost condensed into substance.

How can the ray of light behind their ordinary disciples fight against them, and how can they fight for it?

"Whether it is a king-level or a royal-level disciple, once the battle fails, their divine light will become yours... Is there any problem?"

An experienced disciple said with a sneer.

Above the high-altitude throne, the nine kings and the nine kings had no expressions at all.

What the experienced disciple said just now is very correct.

Although, these nine kings and nine kings seem to occupy a lot of advantage.

But once they fail.

The divine light behind this will be divided in half and become something of others.

It doesn't matter if you win, if you fail, you must be doing a dowry for others. This is the truth that changes all the time.

Qin Feng stood there, watching the nine kings and nine emperors carefully.

The strength of these nine king-level disciples is naturally beyond doubt.

Although listed as the king, it is not the emperor.

However, their strength is enough to kill these many disciples in seconds.

As for these nine emperors, the breath on each of them is almost real, and the phantom behind them condenses and moves, as if they are real.

Whether it is a king-level disciple or a royal-level disciple, the phantoms condensed by the divine light behind them are all sacred and extraordinary, glorious.

Among them, phantoms such as mythical beasts, or basalt tremors, throbbing the sun and the moon.

Or Baihu culled, the murderous white silver was enough to provoke Galaxy.

Chu Que whispered, that was the boundless sea of ​​fire, and the real dragon roared, it was the galaxy shifting.

There are more god-like figures, with wings on their backs, glory release, light cutting, like an old man caressing a scroll, but suppressing all the demon gods...

Many phantoms seem to be like ancient bloodlines, but Qin Feng feels that these phantoms are not terrible phantoms born from the ancient bloodlines, but another existence, which seems to carry a kind of spirit and soul. Condensation is very mysterious.

Integrating with the bodies of the king-level and royal-level disciples, there is a mighty and unparalleled aura.

"Position!"

Qin Feng's eyes moved suddenly.

He finally felt what the aura in these eighteen people represented.

"Position"!

At this time, Qin Feng, who possesses a sword power, finally his face became dignified. Looking at it now, it is impossible to guess whether there is a ray of light power in this divine light, but the power in it, But it can speed up a martial artist's comprehension of "power".

This alone is enough to make people crazy.