Chapter 907 (1/2)

The roar of the Dragon sounded, and the long gun in his hand turned into a huge dragon tens of feet, biting at the ancient wind. It's so powerful that even the talented Jintai can't compare with it. The power of the local treasure can be seen.

”It's just a treasure. I'll cut it off.” Gu Feng sneered. The purple electric sword in his hand radiated hot light, and the four patterns of gods and Demons emerged. A terrible force spread from Gu Feng's body. The light of gods and Demons emerged, and the surrounding void was shaking.

The long sword radiated a very hot light, and the purple thunder rolled and chopped fiercely at the dragon.

Although the ancient wind hasn't figured out what level it is, even the tusk dagger that gave birth to the spirit is extremely afraid. It's definitely not a simple thing. I'm afraid it has already exceeded the Tianpin level, not to mention that the purple electric sword has cut off several local treasure vessels, and the ancient style is naturally not afraid.

”What a death wish. The Dragon swallows the sky.”

Lin Hao also roared, and the long gun in his hand shook. The ten thousand feet of light bloomed from the Jiaolong's body, with the momentum of swallowing heaven and earth.

”Cut.”

With a loud roar, the purple lightning sword fell, and with the light of the divine devil blooming, the purple thunder rolled and threatened the world. The golden light shines for a long time.

These two rays of light burst in an instant, and then blinked away. Everything came and went without a trace, making people feel a palpitation.

”How's it going?” everyone looked at the collision and wanted to know what the final result was. There is no doubt that these are both extremely determined attacks.

”Click”

The crisp sound came, and the dragon was full of cracks, followed by a little expansion, and finally turned into stars and disappeared. The golden Yanjiao dragon gun was also broken inch by inch and turned into a pile of waste.

”Poof”

Lin Hao's face was a hundred, his eyes were dim, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. The golden Yanjiao dragon spear was connected with his blood. The broken spear also hurt him. With a frightened look on his face, he looked at the ancient wind and the purple lightning divine sword in his hand. He could not think clearly. The golden Yanjiao dragon gun, which he had been pregnant with with blood essence for more than 20 years, had already had spirit. How many chances did it have that the local treasure that could give birth to the spirit was destroyed. And it was still in the hands of the ancient wind. It was done by the long sword that he thought was rubbish, which was difficult for him to accept.

”Little beast, I'll kill you.”

Lin Hao roared. He was out of anger. With a roar, he rushed towards the ancient wind as soon as he stepped on his feet.

”Brother, No.”

Then Lin Fan stood up at this time and shouted with a pale face. He did not expect that the ancient style was so powerful that Lin Hao, who even used the jinyanjiao dragon gun, was not an opponent. There is no doubt that Lin Hao is suicidal now.