v16 Chapter 634： What to show off

If the little devil has been growing up peacefully, then this person will really become a rather terrifying powerhouse.

As far as Naxiu is concerned, I am worried that no one in today's younger generation can match it.

At such a young age, there are thousands of legends, which is a terrible concept.

For Dongfang, Dongzi, Murong Lingyun and others he has met before, it is not the leader of the young generation in the hidden world. They just repaired it unparalleled.

In order to be legendary, even if they are fascinating, I dare not say that they must be determined.

Even Zifeng is like this. With his talent, he is not sure how long he can enter the legend.

Not to mention more than the first legendary restoration.

The young generation in the middle of the field, with a single cultivation theory, Xiao Evil King is definitely the strongest.

Even the most outstanding charming Zifeng has judged that the North is invincible and will never reach his level.

However, this is also a terrible thing for evil.

The cultivation speed of the evil cultivation profession is much faster than that of ordinary fighters, and it is easier to overcome the bottleneck of cultivation.

This is enough to drive countless fighters crazy.

This is one of the reasons why so many fighters are willing to fall into evil.

Of course, the price is also huge.

In order to destroy the heart, the heart is involuntary, so it can be repaired very quickly, let alone.

"Call." At this time, the invisible vortex in the air disappeared.

All the martial arts power has been absorbed.

"Huh?" Zifeng glanced, frowning.

With such a huge martial arts power, the two major martial arts in the body still haven't changed much.

In fact, the experience of these years is worth mentioning, whether fighting or not, Zifeng has never stopped absorbing the power of Wuhun.

After all, the power of martial arts, this is one of the powers that can make the ice scorpion sword repair cracks.

Every time the martial arts power is sucked, the ice scorpion sword **** a part, and the other part is controlled by the fire beast.

However, the two great martial arts in the body have never changed much.

Bingjian, you don't have to say much.

The crack in the naked eye does become smaller and smaller, but it always exists, and there is no sign of complete repair.

Control the fire beast, the changes are even greater.

However, since the last awakening in the ancient emperor’s tomb, after the fire beast grew into a horn, the external martial arts power was sucked up, and the effect that could bring about changes became smaller and smaller.

Especially in the realm of the soul, the fire beast's control has been exercised. After awakening my control, this feeling has become more and more obvious.

In the past, thousands of martial arts powers, the number of fire control beasts will change.

Today, thousands of evils around, including the huge martial arts power of swallowing whales, just control the blackness of the fire beast, adding a little bit.

Oh.

Two great martial arts, united.

Zifeng looked at Bing Jian and nodded.

Then, looking at the fire control beast on his palm, he was a little suspicious.

Zifeng thought that the swallowing whale was crushed by this sword and a beast, and his heart was still amazed.

"When you are so strong, Bingjian is nothing."

Zifeng looked at Fire Beast and smiled.

Although Zifeng was confused, he didn't think much about it.

It is a good thing to control the fire beast to become stronger.

However, after this long horn, Zifeng became more and more uncertain. Is this really the control of the beast?

The long horn control of the fire beast, like this hunter, has never encountered such a monster.

Before, I heard the words of the seniors and the two masters, and it was obvious that the three of them didn't recognize this as a monster. "Forget it." Zifeng shook his head and withdrew two great souls.

Zifeng stared at the cold body of the little demon on the ground.

The cultivation of the little evil lord is only ten thousand, and the shadow of martial arts can condense.

Obviously, he cannot completely control this martial art.

But its power is already very terrifying.

Once his planting height is high enough to concentrate the real swallowing whale, it is real swallowing, nothing can stop it.

And the restoration of evil is easy to cultivate.

This is what Xiao Xiejun really shocked. Of course, he has degraded now.

The fighter controls his martial arts.

The stronger the Wuhun, the deeper the repairs needed.

Such as the little evil king and the sky-swallowing whale.

Of course, it is also like Zifeng and Ice Sword.

So far, Zifeng has not been able to really control the Hail Sword and play its due role. If it is used forcibly, it is an anti-paradox.

Zifeng didn't know when this blade crack would be completely repaired.

If you can, you can really control the Hail Sword.

But it is obvious that today's cultivation is far from enough.

As for the control of the fire beast, its black stage is far from fulfilling. Maybe, there will be another surprise for yourself.

"It's a pity." Zifeng shook his head.

Swallow the sky whale martial arts, you should have greater martial arts power.

However, it was destroyed by hail swords and fire control beasts by nearly% of the Valkyrie power.

Swallowing the sky whale martial arts, lost nearly %, which allowed the little evil lord to return before the serious battle.

Of course, therefore, the power of martial arts that can be absorbed today is much less.

"Forget it, I can't force it." Zifeng shook his head again.

He always felt that the entire martial arts power that swallowed the sky whale martial arts was afraid of being sucked in front of the ice scorpion sword and the two bottomless holes that controlled the fire beast.

The effect may not be too great.

"It's time to leave." Zi Feng screamed, and the figure flashed past, turning into a black streamer, and the air flew away.

Half an hour ago.

In the middle, somewhere in the ancient land.

In a lounge, an old man sits cross-legged.

Underneath, it is a bedding.

The futon is black and Phnom Penh is nearby.

Above the bedding, an amazing black air floated.

"Call." After a half-sigh, the old man sighed and sighed, opened his eyes, and stopped to retreat.

The old man stood up slowly and licked his sleeves, revealing an old, dry arm.

Above the arm, a slight shallow sword mark made him an amazing kill in his eyes.

The old man put down his sleeves, got up and left.

Just out of the closed room, there was an old man on his face.

"Three guards?" The old man looked at the people who came to his face, slightly confused.

"Why do I have time to come to my evil ocean hall today?"

The old man with a smile on his face arched his hands. "Are the elders out?"