The Spirit of God Million Domain

Chapter 2804, are you hiding strength?

Explosive ice sword!

Long Yue Tiandi!

Both holy spiritual skills have erupted with a terrifying power.

The people onlookers are all amazing.

With the Holy Spirit, the collisions of such awkwardness make the voids violently fluctuate.

The gas waves fluctuate around, forming strong waves that are so incomparably as if they are rolling in all directions.

Oh...

The whole void was violently stirred up, forming a boundless wind, and the two figures flew out at the same time.

Hey!

Both of them fell to the ground at the same time, and their eyes were staring at each other.

Inside Xu Feng’s eyes, there is a majestic war.

"Come back!"

Xu Feng did not have any retreat, and his spiritual power suddenly surged.

"Forty Spirits!"

Above the peak of Xu Feng, forty spirits broke out, and the violent momentum surged toward the surroundings.

Everyone is stunned.

Their look has become extraordinarily weird.

Shocked, wrong, incredible.

Filled with their eyes.

They can't imagine that a young man with a nine-pronged spirit can condense the number of forty threads.

We must know that forty spirits have already reached the number of souls that can be condensed by some warriors.

Forty spiritual veins and thirty-five spiritual veins, although only a difference of five spiritual veins, are indeed different.

Dong Bicheng’s heart is annoyed at the moment.

He is extremely remorseful.

If you are not greedy and afraid of death, if you fight with Xu Feng, you will have a lot of inevitable status in the future.

He finally understood.

The strongest person in the world, such as the elders of the elders, is also the biggest reason for Xu Feng’s maintenance.

It’s not Xu Feng’s back door, but Xu Feng’s talent, which is truly unparalleled.

It is really horrible.

Luo Wanyin’s face was stunned. He stared at the number of threads at Xu Feng’s head and felt his heart tremble.

He clearly felt that Xu Feng’s cultivation was only a realm of nine spirituality.

How can we condense forty threads?

“How is it possible? Why is your number of threads so much?”

Luo Wanyin has big eyes and his face is an incredible look.

He is very clear.

Forty threads, plus the power of the illusory body that Xu Feng just showed.

He has no confidence in the battle against Xu Feng and the next battle.

"This young man will definitely become a black iron guard in the future!"

The old man stared at Xu Feng with his eyes wide.

"With such talent, it is a waste in the Bitao Gate. It is only after the Eighth Power Black Iron City that he can show his ability."

Someone looked at Xu Feng with admiration.

They are envious of such peerless geniuses.

"There is nothing impossible. Now you still feel that what is worthy of arrogance in front of me?"

Xu Feng stared at the opposite Luo Wanyin, and he was confident in his look.

This time, Luo Wanyin did not continue to ridicule Xu Feng.

"You hide strength?"

I heard the words of Luo Wanyin.

Xu Feng dismissed the message: "I don't need to hide strength at all, but I don't want to go all out."

"If you have to go all out to deal with a waste, don't you think this is a knife for killing chickens?"

I heard the words of Xu Feng.

Everyone couldn't help but agree and nod.

Clearly, my three punches can kill opponents. Why do you have to show your fourth punch?

This is the confidence of the strong.

If it wasn't for Xu Feng, other people would say such words, they would be arrogant and arrogant.

"Are you saying that I am a waste?"

Luo Wanyin's eyes are cold and killing.

He has a high status in the Falcons.

Now, Xu Feng dares to say so blatantly that he is a waste.

The anger in his heart can be imagined how strong.

"What about it?"

Xu Feng’s mouth is raised, and the forty threads of the head are constantly floating, becoming extremely terrifying.

"I really want to see, what qualification do you have, saying that I am a waste?"

Luo Wanyin’s voice is cold and biting.

His spiritual strength is stirring.

"The second-order product of the Holy Spirit: the sword of the sea!"

Luo Wanyin is very clear that he wants to defeat Xu Feng and must display his most powerful Holy Spirit.

He has a high status in the Falcon gang, and he is fortunate to have a second-order sacred spirit. He believes that Xu Feng can be killed.

Although his spirit and Xu Feng are five different.

However, he feels that the gap between cultivation and the gap between the Holy Spirit and the skill of the Holy Spirit can kill the opponent.

Therefore, the long sword in his hand, at the moment carrying the coldness of the mountains and the sea, the sword and the air.

A burst of ice rushed over his sword.

"Second-level Holy Spirit!"

Many people feel the breath of Luo Wanyin, and they can't help but scream.

To know.

The second-order Holy Spirit is the most precious Holy Spirit for the nine-order forces.

Of course, such a holy spiritual skill is too common for the Black Iron City of the Eighth Power.

This is why, within the entire Black Iron City, people who want to join Black Iron City.

Once you join Black Iron City, you will get resources, get the Holy Spirit, and get a more powerful platform.

"How do you resist my sword?"

Luo Wanyin looked at Xu Feng and raised his sword.

The horrible cold condenses, and the swordsman becomes extremely horrible.

"Do you think that only you have second-order Holy Spirit?"

Xu Feng stared at the opposite Luo Wanyin, his face was a mocking smile.

Immediately, the spiritual power of the body rolled.

Forty spirits gather together.

"The Stories of the River!"

The second-order sacred spirit of Xu Feng’s display is the catalogue of the Styx. Although it is not a fist, it is also very scary.

In particular, the more the number of spiritual veins, the more powerful the explosive power will be.

The violent momentum from his hands, rolling down, formed a fierce hurricane.

Then.

There seems to be a picture between his hands.

It is a picture of the Stories of the Styx.

The Styx is flowing like this, carrying all the rolling river water.

The whole earth is shaking slightly.

"Xu Feng also cultivated the second-order holy spirit skills?"

Dong Bicheng has a big eye and a heart: "No, we are Bitaomen. It seems that there is no such second-order holy spirit!"

"Damn!"

Luo Wanyin’s inner pride is gone.

He really doesn't understand, Xu Feng is so old, how is it done, how to do it all?

The second-order Holy Spirit is not only precious, but also extremely difficult to cultivate.

The "sword of the sea" he cultivated has been cultivated for many years, and it is considered a realm of Xiaocheng.

However, the Holy Spirit technique that Xu Feng displayed at the moment is obviously a realm of greatness.

Oh la la...

The river is constantly flowing, and a river of straits traverses.

The river will swallow the sword completely.

Wow!

The blood was sprayed from the mouth of Luo Wanyin with the fragments of the internal organs.

(End of this chapter)