Fantasy: Starting from the Nine Crowns

Qin Yuntian only felt that Heding seemed to be even more red when he heard this sentence.

"Ignorance child! I'll kill you today to prove the Dao!" The Immortal Palace successor spread his arms, and the crane behind him left behind him, soaring into the sky, flying above the two of them, staring at Qin Yuntian with contempt.

"Retreat" Immortal Hall's successor instructed the Son.

Although the Holy Son was so angry with Qin Yuntian's indomitable attitude that he clenched his fists and wished to fly up to fight him, but he had no choice but to withdraw from the two-person battle circle because the descendants of the Immortal Palace had no choice but to speak.

"You really talk a lot of nonsense." Qin Yuntian felt that these two people were annoying, and it was enough to disturb him to find the inheritance, and it was not refreshing to fight with each other. It was too boring. The law is also good, you can try your own new baby - Zhenlongbaoshu.

Qin Yuntian was defeated and didn't want to fight him even within 10 moves. He just wanted to try and solve them.

Qin Yuntian stopped talking, and the spirit of the real dragon gradually floated behind him. After absorbing the mantra rune on the real dragon bone, his strength was no longer the same, and his fit was getting higher and higher.

However, seeing that the descendant of the Immortal Palace on the opposite side still has to call for meritorious deeds, and Qin Yuntian can only fight with the spirit of a true dragon in his heart, the difference in combat power between the two has already appeared.

It's a battle that can already be seen from the beginning.

Qin Yuntian sighed. uninteresting.

The descendant of the Immortal Palace didn't know anything at the moment, and thought that he had the chance to win.

The spirit of the real dragon released the runes around it, and the dense runes flew towards the cranes in the sky with coercion and spiritual power like whips.

Upon seeing this, the descendant of the Immortal Palace who controlled the crane, although he had never played against this type of rune, he had absolute confidence in himself. The crane did not take these ant-like runes in the slightest, and wanted to grab them with both claws in the depths.

The rune seemed to be conscious, with no slippery hands, and the cranes flew into the air again and again, gradually becoming impatient.

The crane began to try to fan the runes away with the hurricane carried by its wings.

Of course it's useless.

Those runes flew up and down around the crane, just like they were around the real dragon, but around the real dragon, they were the protectors, and they were not so friendly around the crane.

Each rune carries a sharp spiritual power, and even if it touches a little golden light on the edge, it can scratch the body of a practitioner in the realm of Zifu. In addition to being nurtured in Qin Yuntian's dantian, it has long been stained with the breath of nine divine fires. , Direct injury to the meridians, burning the soul is not impossible.

If it weren't for the immortal crane's descendant, its rank was not low, and it had the power of a golden body, and it had already been burned by the runes.

However, it also greatly restricted its actions.

The high-altitude battlefield was stalemate, the cranes were gradually declining, and the descendants of the Immortal Palace below were not feeling well.

After all, his crane had left him and was entangled, unable to help him.

But Qin Yuntian is still carrying his dragon!

Immortal (King Zhao's) Palace descendant suddenly burst into flames the moment Qin Yuntian released the rune, raised his fists and smashed at Qin Yuntian, with the might of overwhelming mountains and destroying the sky and the earth, wherever the fist wind went, it was like destroying the dry and the dead. General sweeps everything.

Qin Yuntian couldn't help but wonder again, this person really doesn't have a trace of immortal style, this move is too primitive, and it doesn't look like a cultivator at all.

Don't talk about fluttering the whisk, let the ashes be wiped out between chatting and laughing.

Why is it so simple and violent.