The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Ao Fan looked at the ice surface under his feet without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes. Seeing that Wu Zhiqi released Bing Cone on the opposite side showed signs of addiction, his face was a bit unpleasant.

At this moment, Ao Fan suddenly exploded from his body, and the ice cones on both sides of the air suddenly stagnated, and saw a whirlwind rise on the ground, rolling out the countless ice cones between the two.

Wu Zhi Qi's cold air suddenly stagnated at this time. He watched this scene with a little astonishment, and was a little bit horrified in his heart. His demon energy was just disturbed by Ao Fan.

When I was puzzled, I saw a purple flame rising from Ao Fan's side, and the purple flame dragon appeared to Ao Fan's side abruptly. The quasi-sage dragon's might on his body made Wuzhiqi's eyes condensed suddenly. Staring at that dragon face.

"It's kind of interesting, you are actually as powerful as your power, and you are the first to be able to do this."

Wuzhiqi also valued Ao Fan a little at this time. The dragon element is the same as the clone of the monster human race, but what ordinary people see is that the realm is lower than itself. However, the dragon element of Ao Fan at this time does not have this situation, which shows that its strength is strong, even if it is. Condensing the clone, the strength will not be greatly reduced.

"You don't need to say the genius of this king, ordinary people can also see it." Ao Fan said confidently.

There was a sneer at Wuzhiqi's mouth at this time, and then the demon power on his body began to condense, his body hair exuding a faint golden light, and he stared at the opposite Ao Fan with a cold expression.

It was just a clone, and he hadn't fought before, so he didn't believe that Ao Fan could have any other means.

A cyclone exploded under his feet, and Qi Wu's figure suddenly rose into the air, his fist gleaming with golden light and hit Ao Fan. Seeing Wuzhiqi was about to fight melee, Ao Fan didn't move to face his falling fist, letting it fall.

Seeing that Ao Fan didn't evade his own attack, Wuzhiqi had a cruel look in his eyes and sneered in his heart. Ao Fan in front of him was still too careless.

Only in the next second, Wu Zhi Qi only felt that his fist was blocked by a strong force, and stopped at a distance from Ao Fan's head.

Wu Qi's eyes were cold, the demon power on his body skyrocketed, but his fist still didn't fall, and the ice surface under Ao Fan's feet instantly cracked.

Feeling the demon power of the mountains above his head, Ao Fan slowly raised his arm, and his fingers touched Wuzhiqi's fist through a barrier.

Wu Zhi Qi, who had a sneer on his face, changed his expression in an instant, the demon power on his body was collected, and his figure moved back in an instant.

"Tsk, a little slower."

Ao Fan said disappointedly. At this moment, a large amount of purple flames burst from the tips of Ao Fan's fingers, and the barrier above his head suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire. If Qi Qi hadn't taken a step forward slowly, this Zi Yan would lead him.

There was a chill in his eyes, and Wu Zhi knew that if he didn't want to suppress the Zi Yan in Ao Fan's hands today, it would be difficult for him to attack me personally. I thought that Ao Fan had any restrictions on releasing Zi Yan, but now I think I really think too much. .

I saw that Wuzhiqi's hair fluctuated at this time, and the ice under his feet instantly cracked, and then countless water droplets rushed up from under the ice layer, floating around Wuzhiqi, and then slowly the tide river Wuzhiqi gathered in the past. . But for a moment, there was a layer of mist on Wuqi's body.

Seeing that layer of water mist full of spiritual power, Ao Fan's eyes shrunk, and after hesitating for a while, a few purple flames appeared on his side instantly, and he rushed towards Wuzhiqi.

Seeing that Zi Yan had just arrived in front of Wu Zhiqi, a mist of water covered it, the steam rose, and Zi Yan disappeared.

"Water essence!?"

At this moment, the air of spectators in the sky was taken aback when he saw it, and he said with some surprise. The eyes of everyone around him were temporarily pulled back.

"Water essence? What is it?" Ping Tian frowned and asked.

"Water essence is the essence of water as the name suggests. This thing can only be condensed by people who specialize in water spells, but the speed is extremely slow, and it often cannot condense much in one day. This unsupported Qi can actually condense so many water essences in an instant. !"

Hearing Feng Feng said that, everyone was a little worried. It seemed that this thing could restrain the Dragon King's purple flames. If it was so, the Dragon King would be a little difficult to handle.

"Your moves are a bit damaging to the heavens, and how much you can refine the Huai Shui to clean. You can condense so much in the blink of an eye."

Ao Fan sneered at the helpless Qi who was covered in mist on the other side, his eyes full of contempt.

Essence of water is the essence of water. It often costs a lot but does not earn much. Using this thing in the water is tantamount to drawing a salary from the bottom of the pot. If you spend it like this, even if the Huai Shui is still there, it is still a dead river. Can survive.

Ao Fan's eyes were cold, the purple flame on his body was collected, and the power of the dragon increased without reducing, staring at Wuziqi firmly.

"It's just a river, kill you, the East China Sea is mine." Wuzhiqi said with a sneer.

"But this King He is still useful. If you go on like this, this King won't be able to kill him."

Ao Fan said lightly, his tone was full of helplessness, but his eyes were extremely sharp. A whirlpool suddenly appeared on his side, and the Supreme Golden Hoop rod rushed towards Wuzhiqi with a thunder light.

Seeing Ao Fan attack with magic weapons, Wu Zhiqi's eyes changed and he hurriedly folded his arms in front of him. I saw that the supreme golden cudgel fell fiercely on Wuqi's arms.

A huge impact fell on his body, Wu Zhi Qi was hit by the galloping supreme golden cudgel and flew backwards. Before he could react, his huge body was slammed on the mountain.

The dust mist dissipated, Wu Zhiqi coughed heavily, and the water essence mist on his body had been dispersed by Ao Fan's move. The red eyes were full of solemnity, and the lightning that fell on him just now made him feel numb. It was obviously not an ordinary lightning.

While thinking about it, Wuzhiqi suddenly saw Ao Fan's wrist turn, and his expression suddenly changed. I saw that the supreme golden cudgel that had just hit him with a gleam of gold instantly turned into a mountain pillar, swept toward him with one stick.

The Wuzhiqi who was embedded in the mountain, before taking a breath, the supreme golden cudgel swept the entire mountain apart, and then slammed the Wuzhiqi on the other side of the mountain.

After being hit twice in a row in the mountains, Wuzhiqi's heart was angry. The demon power surging on both arms, and then hugged the supreme golden hoop rod beside him, the huge force was transmitted from the supreme golden hoop rod, and Ao Fan, who was controlling the supreme golden hoop rod in the distance, suddenly stopped.

"drink!"

A roar rang out, and Qi Wuqi's arms violently lifted the supreme golden hoop, and the supreme golden hoop was heavily inserted on the surface of the river in the horrified eyes of the crowd.

Taking a breath, Wu Zhi Qi consumes a lot at this time. After all, being able to temporarily lift Ao Fan's magic weapon really consumes a lot of his demon energy. This method can only be used once, but it is for protection. It only saves one's own face, and it has no effect at all.

Ao Fan's eyes were cold at this time, and the demon power that burst out just now made him almost think that this Wuzhi Qi had been sanctified, otherwise he could not lift the supreme golden **** anyway. At this time, looking at the demon power on this guy's body has declined, it is obvious that he just came desperately just now.

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