Chapter 1299 The sword explodes the ice crystal dragon!

Finding the right opportunity and seeing the ice crystal dragon, Yan Fei shook his hand and threw out the sword wrapped in the flames of the divine phoenix. The sword turned into a naruto, making a whistle and directly hit the head of the ice crystal dragon.

"Give it to me, break!"

Yan Fei saw the sword hit the ice crystal dragon, and he turned into a sword finger with one hand, shook violently, shouted a word from his mouth, and looked at the long sword, which exploded directly with a loud noise that shook the sky.

boom!

The power of the long sword bursting was extraordinary, and it contained the flames of the divine phoenix. Looking coldly, it looked like a huge purple fire ball, and its light had covered the entire dragon head of the frost dragon.

After a few breaths, when the light disappeared, I saw that it was not the ice crystal dragon's head that was covered, but the explosion of the sword was blown away.

The ice crystal dragon now has no high-pitched dragon roar.

The ice crystal dragon without the dragon head was completely distorted violently, rolling up and down, and completely lost its attack ability.

Soon, this giant ice crystal dragon dust returned to the dust and soil, and then turned into a trace of the spiritual power of water that disappeared without a trace.

King Shui Ling used two pride techniques in succession, thinking that he could cause some trouble for Yan Fei, but he never expected that the method he thought was pride was nothing in front of Yan Fei, and he was simply pitiful.

King Shui Ling was shocked and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Staring at Yan Fei, King Shui Ling shook his head in shock.

"No, no, how is this possible? This is impossible. My water-based magic has been praised by the Spirit Ancestor himself. How could it be so vulnerable to deal with a human boy today?"

Look far away.

Xiao Hei, Duan Ruyan and Yuwen Xuerou all turned into combat states.

The Divine Phoenix Flame can be said to be the nemesis of the spiritual power of water. The Divine Phoenix Flame of the Eighth-grade Fire Spirit made the water spirits very shocked.

Xiao Hei and Duan Ruyan, Yuwen Xuerou and Ming Zhou, these four people started killing and had a great strength. For a moment, a few people actually occupied the upper part when facing thousands of Shui Ling tribe members.

It seems that the Shui Ling tribe surrounded Yan Fei and others.

Looking at it now, Yan Fei has the advantage.

Yan Fei doesn't have such a good temper and doesn't have much time to waste. He has already let the Shui Ling King take action first and takes two moves from him. Ying Jing is considered to be very proud of the Shui Ling King. Now, it's his turn to counterattack himself.

With one hand, the Mingsha God Sword appeared in his hand. Yan Fei was not prepared for any energy, nor did he have any nervous expression. Yan Fei, who was holding the Mingsha God Sword, just stared at the Water Spirit King, and then casually slashed a sword light.

Bloody sword light...

brush……

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The thousands of ghosts absorbed in the Netherworld God Sword made terrifying whimpers, with voices ranging from men and women, old and young, and all kinds of different.

This sword light was as fast as lightning, and the blood-colored sword light was fan-shaped, slashing the Water Spirit King from top to bottom.

At this moment, King Shui Ling had to re-examine Yan Fei's strength.

The sword light was too fast. The King of Water Spirit had no choice but to avoid it. In desperation, he could only wave the ice stick in his hand to block Yan Fei's sword light.

As a result, the ice stick and the blood-colored sword light collided firmly.

Click!

The sound of nothing unexpected sounded instantly. The ice stick that King Shui Ling had used for thousands of years was split into two pieces by Yan Fei's sword in front of him.

Although the ice stick was broken, it was not hit.

The King of Water Spirit took a breath and exclaimed secretly. He instinctively took more than ten steps back, holding half of the ice stick with his hands. When he stood firm, he raised the broken ice stick in front of his eyes, looked at the half with his eyes, and then looked at the half with only reluctance to leave.

"You dare..."

The treasure of King Shui Ling was gone, and his anger was completely boiling.

Looking at Yan Fei, another loud noise

He shouted, and before he could finish the whole thing, the rest was swallowed back into his stomach.

Many times, Yan Fei really can't figure out why these guys talk so much nonsense.

What he hates the most is three words, whether he dares to do it.

Do you dare to? Is this meaningful? If you don’t dare, you won’t take action. If you don’t dare, you won’t stand here.

If you don’t take action, you will have to hurt if you take action.

He took the initiative to attack, flew together, and countless flying swords called out to the King of Water Spirit, without giving the King of Water Spirit at all the time.

Yan Fei's strength during this retreat has been improved to compete with the Spirit Ancestor. A mere Water Spirit King is just one of the several Spirit Kings under the Spirit Ancestor, and he is not the stronger one. He flew with one move to make the Water Spirit King frustrated.

Thousands of Shui Ling tribe members who followed him had no temper at all by being killed by Xiao Hei and the other four.

Although there are ice cones that are shot everywhere and various water-based techniques, they have no essential harm to Xiao Hei, who has a thick skin and a thick flesh.

Duan Ruyan's Divine Phoenix Flame is the nemesis of water-based magic, and she is not afraid.

As for Yuwen Xuerou, let alone the golden light protects her body, the big roc spreads its wings, and golden lights shot out from her mouth. As long as the people from the spiritual race are hit, they will be killed and dispersed by the golden light.

In the face of strength, I have to accept it.

The King of Water Spirit had already vaguely felt the threat of death.

He thought that the powerful water-based magic could temporarily protect him from being hit by the flying swords all over the sky, but it was by no means a solution.

"Stop it, don't even look at where this place is. If you dare to hurt my hair, the Spirit Ancestor will never let you go. You are also declaring war on our Spirit Clan."

Yan Fei was like not hearing it.

"Boy, this place is very close to Linggu. I advise you to stop quickly. At worst, I won't care about you. Later, the strong spiritual race will definitely come. By then, it will be difficult for you to leave."

Yan Fei still said nothing, and the attack intensity of Wan Jian Qifei's swords did not weaken at all.

If you can do something, you won’t make a noise. This is what Yan Fei thinks.

The state of ten thousand swords flying together remained for about a cup of tea. The countless flying swords forced the King of Water Spirit to feel unbearable. At this moment, ten thousand swords returned to one another, and all the flying swords gathered towards the same position.

Whoosh!

Ten thousand swords are the ultimate killing of the swords, but there are still thousands of flying swords. At present, Yan Fei's intention to kill is settled and cannot be changed.

Ten thousand swords return to one, and the sword returns to Wuji. All the power contained in the flying sword merges together in an instant.

This sword energy instantly became extremely powerful, and passed through his chest in the shocking and incredible gaze of King Shui Ling.

At the same time, Yan Fei raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!