Chapter 1375： The power of terror

Suddenly, Qin Feng's silver-blooded eyes flickered fiercely, and at this moment, a strong man suddenly screamed.

The disciples of the powerful people who originally surrounded this area only felt a slight meal in their body.

Suddenly, there was a violent vibration in the soul.

"Soul art... this Qin Feng is proficient in soul art!!"

Finally, someone reacted.

"kill him!"

At this moment, the disciples of the two major sects violently rioted, and all the elders and high-level officials roared together.

An ancient old man with his hands folded together, and a huge phantom lingered behind his back, suddenly bursting out a supreme power, the power shook the world, and unexpectedly rolled up a violent wind and rolled towards Qin Feng. Up and go.

"kill!"

A young man in the realm of gods shook his back, blasting hundreds of sword auras.

There are even more powerful ones, waving their own blood, evolving various mighty phantoms, and suppressing them all together.

Long sword tinnitus, sword qi penetrates.

The sword dances wildly, the sword edge is pressing!

Fist, stick, supernatural power...

At this moment, with the appearance of the four words of Soul Art, all of them began to violently shoot.

The art of the soul, that is the most brutal jerk, and the most timid jerk.

The core of any martial arts is the soul, and the body can recover from injury, even if the body falls, there is a chance to survive.

However, once this soul is greatly suppressed.

The whole person will fall into an unimaginable dangerous place.

Even after this, there is no possibility of turning over again.

At this moment, whether it was this Ouyang Shentu or that Wang Ding, there were wisps of cold light in their eyes.

This Qin Feng, they still underestimated.

Although they were constantly overestimating Qin Feng, at this time, they still found that they were still underestimating each other.

This kid is not only an enchanting evildoer, but also a peerless enchanting generation.

This kind of character, once let him live, give him another ten years, or even less time, that is enough to determine the prosperity and prosperity of a sect!

"laugh……"

Binoculars flash.

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth lifted up an extremely cold chill.

"Soul—Storm!"

"boom!"

In the middle of the eyebrows, the ancient **** pattern flickered.

At this moment, in Qin Feng's body, the Soul Source's heart trembled fiercely.

The eight-star soul power rioted fiercely at this moment. With him as the center, an invisible but extremely brutal tyrannical aura madly evolved to the extreme.

In just an instant, within a radius of thousands of meters, an invisible storm has unfolded.

This is the Soul Storm, and it is also a large-scale killer move on the first level of "The Art of Sun Luo Wanxiang".

This move, if the strength is strong, is enough to make the souls of all the creatures within a hundred miles tremble, or even fall.

Although Qin Feng could not do this at this moment, it was enough to make these people hate it.

"Shoo, hoo..."

With the unfolding of the soul storm, all the people who shot suddenly only felt their own souls tremble, and the next moment they fell into a sluggish state.

It was also at this moment that a series of afterimages flickered above Qin Feng's body, a series of nine afterimages formed, and the nine afterimages unfolded, and each one was completely materialized.