Chapter 1762

Burning purple fierce flame, holding the sky giant arm, breaking open the sky, king to the earth, facing the frost storm rushed past.

Almost in a moment, it directly poked into the core of the frost storm, where was a huge sword condensed from the frost.

The huge arm of purple flame hit the sword fiercely. The sound of clicking was endless. In Wan Gang's ugly face, it broke completely.

What's more, the frost was engulfed by the flames. What's strange is that the frost didn't melt. Instead, it burned up. It was very strange!

The burning "frost" falls down, which is a bit of a strange beauty.

"The best magic skill!" Wan Gang set off a storm in his heart.

This is the best magic skill. It's just seven robbers. How can you master such a terrible magic skill!

It was not just Wan Gang who realized that what Han Feng was doing was the best magic skill. There was an incredible flash on everyone's face.

In general, only when we break the limit of the true God can we understand and master it, and a few geniuses can understand and master it in advance. But such a genius, even if it is not a true God of nine, it is also a true God of eight.

Wan Gang has never heard of anyone who can master it at this level.

After a battle, Wan Gang knew that he could underestimate Han Feng a hundred years ago, so that he was forced to use all his cards and strength.

Now, Wan Gang suddenly found that he had not seen through Han Feng until just now. Han Feng's metamorphosis is still in his imagination!

"What about the best magic? I'd like to see how many times you can do it? " Wan Gang's left hand magic sword immediately cleaved out "sword demons destroy soul broken.".

The big arm of fire broke through the "nine feet cold light chop", and its power was greatly reduced. Finally, it died with the rolling magic Qi giant sword.

The next moment, Han Feng starts again, flashing in the void like a ghost. He holds the taixuan sword in his left hand, and the flame is burning on the Yantian dance wheel above his head. The seal of Jiulong smashed Wangang with the spirit.

"The sword demon destroys the soul!"

"Nine feet cold light chop!"

Wan Gang holds a sword in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, chopping or chopping.

The two masterpieces, in Wan Gang's hands, play a very terrible power, the two attributes of attack alternate, or auxiliary, to meet Han Feng.

There are two artifact in hand, Wan Gang regains the upper hand, but Han Feng will display Ziyun magic arm every once in a while, making Wan Gang almost spit blood.

Han Feng relies on the magic arm of Ziyun, and Wan Gang attacks at the same time with two top-notch artifact. Even the attacks of two different attributes can be integrated, which is not inferior to Han Feng.

Wan Gang originally planned to delay until Han Fengshen yuan was consumed completely. However, with the passage of time, Wan Gang found that the recovery speed of Han Feng Shen Yuan was too terrible. As long as it was not used in succession, but was used every other period of time, there was no possibility of consumption.

If it goes on like this, it is very likely that he will be the first to be dragged down.

The two had been fighting for half an hour, and the sky was almost broken, which consumed a lot.

Han Feng at the moment is to have an accurate understanding of his own strength, in his own cultivation and Wan Gang difference of a level, he can only fight to such a point.

Han Feng is confident that if he is at the same level, he can easily beat Wan Gang.

"Hoo Hoo..." The stalemate, Wan Gang has already had the intention to retreat, Han Feng's difficulty is really unexpected.

Wan Gang didn't want to ask his subordinates to make a move. There was a big gap between them and his subordinates. He basically couldn't turn the situation around, but he would lose a lot.

"The time has come!" In the distance, Wan Gang was pale and panting, and his heart was filled with joy.

Although Han Feng looks ok, but in the eyes of Wen Xionghao, Wan Gang has been consumed to such an extent, and Han Feng is estimated to be about the same.

"In Han Feng's current state, my power God King puppet is enough to kill him easily, and will never waste too much energy of the divine stone. Even if Han Feng really has a white bone puppet, it is said that it is only comparable to the level of jiujiezhen God, but my power God King puppet is comparable to the middle level of jiujiezhen God, * nearly high level! "

"Go!"

Wen Xionghao suddenly throws out a token. The token is shining purple and dazzling.

The purple light almost obscured the vision of Han Feng and Wan Gang, which attracted both of them.

I saw a huge thing appear in the purple light, a fierce smell diffused.

"King of power!" Wan Gang's eyes congealed.

How could Wan Gang, a puppet of the king of God, not recognize it? There are very few puppet masters in Ziyun divine world who can refine puppets. Perhaps only in ancient times could there be more puppet masters in Ziyun divine world.

Today's puppet masters basically refine low-level real God puppets, and those who can refine middle-level true God puppets are masters among puppet masters. Because of this, puppet masters are becoming more and more declining, and there are few puppet masters in such a big sect of heaven and earth. This profession has no future.

Zongmen or high-level puppets of the true gods in zongmen or their families are generally obtained from various secret places and places of inheritance. They are extremely precious from ancient times, and each time they are urged, they need to consume extremely amazing divine stones.Wan Gang, however, has heard that the puppet of the king of God needs to consume 100000 high-quality divine stones every half a minute.

It is said that the puppet of the king of Li was in good condition, which should not be inferior to the emperor of heaven or even the real God of heaven. Now it is only seriously damaged. Therefore, every urge can only bring into play the combat power close to the high-level jiujiezhen God. However, the damage is serious and the strength declines seriously. The energy required for each urge is the same. Since the literati got the power God King puppet, they have basically not urged the king of power, because every urge is a loss making business.

There are no puppets in the treasure house of qiankunzong that are comparable to the true gods of Jiujie. To urge such puppets, it only takes 10000 high-quality divine stones in one minute.

What is the gap between one point of ten thousand high-quality stone and half a hundred thousand top-grade stone?

Wan Gang's surprise lies in this. In order to kill Han Feng, Wen Jia, or Wen Xiong Hao, is really ready to bleed.

Half a minute. How long is that? Three fingers, 30 seconds. With the strength shown by Han Feng, as long as you concentrate on running away, even if the king of force has a high-level power close to the true God of Jiujie, it is impossible to solve Han Feng in a short time.

The longer the delay, the more divine stones Wen Xionghao needs to consume.

Isn't Wen Xionghao heartbroken?

Where did Wan Gang know that Wen Xionghao was not only heartbroken, but also extremely painful. If it was not for the puppets of gaojiazhen God collected by the writers for so many years, there was only one powerful God King with the fighting power of jiujiezhen God. If Wen Xionghao was killed, Wen Xionghao would not choose the king of power.

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