With the Nine Dragon Fire Shelter protecting him, Wang Qian immediately took the opportunity to get closer, with both fear and murderous intent in his eyes.
"Howling wind!"
Wang Qian shouted lowly!
Woohoo——
The sad and desolate sound of ghosts crying echoes in my heart.
It was as if everyone was under the eighteenth level of hell, filled with the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
In an instant, layers of substantial black wind rose from Wang Gan's feet and gradually enveloped his whole body, making it impossible to see his body.
However, in the turbulent black wind, there are vaguely hideous ghost faces looming, making harsh ghost sounds!
Zizzizi!——
The black wind covered the area, and the ancient bronze beneath his feet emitted corrosive white smoke.
A spine-chilling wind slowly spread throughout the surroundings.
Elder Hao Ling from the Five Thunder Holy Land showed surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, the technique used by Wang Qian seems to be the ghost way of the Witch God Clan?"
"Senior Hao Ling is indeed as sharp as a torch."
The master of Xiaoyun Pavilion in Yunluo Holy Land nodded and smiled: "That boy Wang Qian does have a trace of the blood of the ancient witch god clan. The ability of Yin Feng is the talent hidden in his blood. I originally thought that this boy practiced I learned some kind of evil technique, but later I realized that this kid has such a talent!"
"Hahaha……"
Elder Hao Ling laughed a few times, but secretly cursed in his heart: He is just a descendant of the Witch God Clan with thin blood. Compared with Ye Ting, he is still far behind.
On the side of Dongling Fairy Pond, Biluo Shengji's heart was in her throat.
Then Wang Qian sacrificed the Nine-Dragon Fire Shield and used the ghost power of the Witch Clan. Can Ling Feng still be able to resist it this time?
"Kneel down!"
Wang Qian turned into black wind and took one step ten meters away, as if teleporting!
Tsk!——
Wherever you are, white smoke is billowing violently on the ground, corroding everything around you!
Before he even got close, Ling Feng felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and the black rain all over his body was like summer raindrops, falling crazily!
Just a trace of the aftermath is several times more powerful than "Fengqi Jiuyou". If it were faced head-on, it would corrode Ling Feng into a pool of blood in an instant.
"Why……"
Ling Feng shook his head and sighed. It seemed that he still had to expose some of his trump cards.
There was a flash of dim light, and the next moment, a simple black long bow appeared in Ling Feng's hand, and three arrows flashing with dim light were suspended behind Ling Feng at the same moment.
"A fake fairy weapon, right? Isn't it amazing?"
Ling Feng looked lazily at Wang Qian, who was charging towards him. He had a fake immortal weapon, so why not try the power of his own immortal weapon?
"Three Forms of God Yi! Falling Star Form!"
Ling Feng plucked the bowstring, directly erupting the eleven Hunyuan Locks in his body, and shot out a Dragon Yuan Arrow.
In an instant, a gorgeous beam of light seemed to break through the sky, penetrate thousands of miles of starry sky, and come straight!
Wang Qianyang laughed wildly: "It's useless!"
Swish——
With a flip of his hand, Wang Qian took out a mask and put it on his face.
The next moment, another layer of cyan light enveloped the whole body. This was another powerful protective magic weapon in addition to the Nine Dragon Fire Shield.
"This is a ten thousand year black turtle mask. You can't even think of breaking through my double defense!"
Buzz——
Sure enough, Ling Feng shot an arrow. Although the Long Yuan arrow collided violently with the cyan mask and sparks flew, it was unable to break through the extremely hard barrier.
"I told you, it's useless!"
Wang Qian was determined, roared with a ferocious smile, and bullied him again. A pair of black wind-wrapped fists hit Ling Feng's head hard.
"Isn't it enough to just rely on Yi's divine bow?"
Ling Feng pursed his lips and took out a bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow without any fuss.
Kick!
Ling Feng touched the ground with one foot and distanced himself from Wang Qian. At the same time, he activated the divine power of the dragon and elephant. With the power of ten dragons, he fully drew the bowstring and fiercely shot out the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow.
Whoosh!——
A sound that broke through the sky seemed to pierce through the nine heavens and shot hard towards the light shield around Wang Qian.
"Didn't you listen to me? It's useless. Just give me -"
Wang Qian sneered, but the next moment, his words stopped abruptly!
"Crack!"
A crisp cracking sound sounded, and a crack actually appeared in the cyan mask around him.
There was also a faint crack on the black turtle mask on Wang Qian's face.
"How is that possible?"
There was an incredible look in Wang Qian's eyes. This is a ten thousand year black turtle mask. How much destructive power is needed to penetrate this layer of defense!
Is this Ling Feng really just an extreme human emperor?
However, Ling Feng didn't pay any attention to Wang Qian's ghostly look. He just held his chin and murmured to himself: "It seems that the power of ten dragons is still a bit too gentle! Then, twenty dragons Work hard!"
Whoosh!
Another arrow shot out, bang!
This time, the black turtle mask cracked and cracked three times in a row!
The cyan light mask around Wang Qian had already shown a spiderweb-like crack that was spreading continuously.
It seems that with one more arrow, this mask will be completely shattered!
"Damn it!"
Wang Gan's eyelids twitched wildly. Why did the bow and arrow in Ling Feng's hand have such terrifying power?
This is too outrageous!
At this moment, someone in the audience yelled.
"Hahaha, I remembered. Isn't this the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow that Senior Brother Ling won from the northern barbarians last time?"
"Damn it, it's actually a bloodthirsty soul-seeking arrow! It's a sacred object of the northern barbarians, it's comparable to an immortal weapon! Senior Brother Ling is indeed Senior Brother Ling, so awesome!"
"Hahaha! What's the point of fake immortal weapons? Senior Brother Ling even has immortal weapons!"
For a moment, the disciples of the Dongling Immortal Pond were in high spirits again. Just now, the disciples of the Yunluo Holy Land were laughing at Ling Feng, asking him to come up with a fake immortal weapon if he had the ability.
But now, Ling Feng directly revealed his magical weapon!
Compared with the fairy weapons, they are just garbage!
The Yunluo Holy Land disciples who were still feeling proud just now felt a burning sensation on their faces, and were choked to silence by the disciples of the Dongling Immortal Pond.
"Your turtle shell is quite hard!"
Ling Feng smiled coldly and already grabbed the third bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow.
Take the bow!
Archery!
Done in one go!
This time, Ling Feng directly activated the divine power of thirty dragon elephants, and coupled with the power of the immortal bow and evil arrows, it completely exploded.
Bang!
The void seemed to be about to collapse, and the ground of the sixth arena was crushed to pieces by the power of Ling Feng's arrow.
When the arrow passed by, the ground actually sunk deeply, and it penetrated several feet into the ground!
You know, this is the ground blessed by the magic circle. You can imagine how terrifying the power of this arrow is.
Click!
The ten-thousand-year black turtle mask is shattered!
Immediately afterwards, the Kowloon fire shelter shattered!
Two pieces of pseudo-immortal-level defensive treasures were completely scrapped!
"Bang!"
Wang Qian was knocked away by the power of the arrow. However, the double barrier did offset most of the power. Although he was knocked away, he was not seriously injured.
However, compared to the physical injuries, what hurt more was his heart.
Two fake fairy weapons!
Wang Gan’s heart is bleeding!
This is almost all of his net worth, and now it is all scrapped!
Originally, he wanted to rely on these two treasures to compete with the top experts in the second echelon, but now, everything is over!
"Ling Feng!"
Wang Qian was furious and stared at Ling Feng with angry eyes, wishing he could eat his flesh alive.
The layers of black wind around him surged wildly, showing the anger in Wang Qian's heart.