The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"Speaking without shame, I will regret it today!"

Wu Qi sneered, and then the red spear on top of his head slammed straight towards Ao Fan, and Wu Qi's side had begun to gather the spear again.

This kind of supernatural power has been practiced for many years, and he is already familiar with it, and the speed is much faster than ordinary people. However, three spears can be condensed in a moment. Although the level is only the realm of the acquired spirit treasure, it is enough for Ao Fan to drink a pot.

It's just that Wuzhiqi is obviously happy a little earlier. I saw that the long spear was blocked by the cold light that suddenly appeared on Ao Fan's side, and the speed was so fast that it didn't even reflect where the weapon came from.

Wuzhi Qi's expression stagnated, then gritted his teeth and shot out the two spears on his side, and then began to gather again.

As in the previous scene, two cold lights flashed again, blocking the spear. This time Wuzhiqi stared at Dragon King Ao Fan, still not seeing where the weapon came from. But the power of the acquired magic weapon circulating above the cold light still made Wuzhiqi pale in shock.

"Ao Fan! What tricks are you playing!?" Wuzhi Qi roared, staring at Dragon King Ao Fan with bad eyes.

"Trick? Do you call this king a trick?"

Ao Fan looked at Wuzhiqi like an idiot. With a wave of his arm, a light curtain appeared instantly behind Ao Fan. Then countless swords and spears stretched out from the light curtain.

I saw the magic weapon that appeared on the light curtain, all of them were shining with a faint light, and each of them had the power of the acquired spirit treasure circulating, there were hundreds of pieces.

Wu Zhi Qi looked at this scene in astonishment, the two spears that had just condensed beside him instantly dispersed, and a sense of powerlessness instantly surged into his heart.

At this time, the Seven Gods looked at the Dragon King's general moves in amazement, and he was a bit speechless for a while.

"Brother Wang didn't seem to have summoned the merit magic weapon and the innate spirit treasure, and the acquired magic weapon is also a lot less. I have never seen it before."

Ao Bing looked at the light curtain behind Dragon King Ao Fan with a little doubt and said.

The six of them looked back at Ao Bing, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. They were indeed a family. Is it time to pay attention to which magic weapon does not show up? Shouldn't you think about how the Dragon King can summon hundreds of acquired spirit treasures in an instant?

Seeing everyone looking at him, Ao Bing's expression suddenly weakened and said, "Why, there is a problem with what I said?"

Seeing this scene, several people suddenly sighed helplessly, they will never figure out the mood of the rich second generation.

"It's a bit difficult for ordinary people to control two magic weapons at the same time. I have never heard of someone who can control more than three magic weapons at the same time. How did the Dragon King do it?"

The eyes will not deceive themselves. They see it softly and clearly, but hundreds of magic weapons appear together, not one by one. If that were the case, it would not be as shocking as it is now.

A sharp sword flashed out of the light curtain with cold light, and instantly pierced Wuzhiqi. Wu Zhi Qi's face changed drastically, who was stunned. A red light in his palm greeted the cold light, blocking the sharp sword firmly in front of him.

Wuzhiqi breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Ao Fan could only control one magic weapon.

Only in the next second, a few breaths will be locked. Wu Zhiqi's face suddenly changed, his body flashed red, and an eggshell-like barrier instantly covered himself.

Several lines of cold light were firmly nailed to the barrier, Wuzhiqi looked up, and there were four sharp swords hanging above his head, and suddenly he was shocked in cold sweat.

He cast his gaze on Ao Fan, and saw several cold lights flashing behind him, galloping towards him, Wu Qi suddenly changed his face. If this continues, he has to be stabbed into a hedgehog by Ao Fan. I felt bitter in my heart. I was a little surprised and curious as to where Ao Fan had so many acquired Lingbao.

At this moment, the light curtain behind Ao Fan continued to have magic weapons shining with cold light and falling towards Wuzhiqi. Ao Fan stood still, but he sneered in his heart. There are many magic weapons in this king, and you will hit you until you are convinced.

I saw that Wuzhiqi's barrier was still full of magic weapons. The previous barriers had been continuously breached, and Wuzhiqi's range of activities at this time had been compressed to the extreme.

Seeing that this goes on, I will not be able to hold on anymore, Wuzhiqi gritted his teeth, a layer of red light condensed on his arm, and suddenly swept forward, releasing a large amount of demon power, wrapping the several acquired magical treasures in front To the side.

A burst of blood blew out, and a sharp sword cut through Wu Zhi Qi's fur at this moment, but it did not penetrate. Wuzhi Qi's eyes cold, holding back the pain and unrolling the remaining acquired spirit treasure.

After a while, Wuzhiqi had already left several wounds on his body by Ao Fan, blood slowly oozing out, and most of the white hair was dyed red.

Fortunately, Wu Zhi Qi had already blocked the acquired Lingbao around him. The injury on his body was better than when he couldn't support it, being killed by Ao Fan with a magic weapon.

I saw the acquired magic weapons that were blocked by Wuzhiqi hanging steadily on Wuzhiqi's head. As long as Ao Fan moved his wrist, he could fall from the sky, but Ao Fan didn't move, he just looked with a smile on his face. Without support. His eyes were full of mockery.

After looking at each other for a while, Wuzhiqi suddenly laughed, and then took a heavy breath, the red light on his body gradually became dense, and the red mist slowly enveloped Wuzhiqi. As the mist appeared, Ao Fan's eyes lit up.

This Wuzhi Qi was finally willing to summon his magic weapon, and it seemed that he had no means.

I saw in the mist, a faint innate power began to flow, and after a while, this feeling became more and more intense. And a flush of shoulder armor suddenly appeared in the mist.

The mist slowly dissipated, and Wuzhiqi was already full of battle armor at this time.

The battle armor was red in color, with killing power surging on it, and the surface of the battle armor was also covered with strange patterns, but the patterns added an aura to the battle armor.

Ao Fan carefully looked at the battle armor attached to Wuzhiqi, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "What about weapons? Don't you still think about fighting this king with bare hands?"

Taking a deep look at Ao Fan, Qi Wu said indifferently, "As you wish!"

When the voice fell, I saw the red light on Wuzhiqi's hand condensed, and instantly threw a punch towards the distant mountain.

The huge shadow of the fist, mixed with the supreme demon's might, suddenly fell on the mountain, and then there was a loud noise.

"Boom!" There was a sound.

Wuzhi Qi just punched the mountain apart.

In an instant, a large number of cracks appeared on the mountain, and then countless red light radiated from the cracks in the big mountain. A faint innate might spread from the mountain.

Watching this scene, Ao Fan suddenly narrowed his eyes.

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