Chapter 3607: Eighteen Wing Feathers

Yuan Qingyu did not hide his thoughts.
Naturally, with his awakened eyesight, he could already see Yuan Qingyu's contempt, but he didn't deliberately explain anything, let alone show any dissatisfaction.
The fact is always the most powerful counterattack.
"can!"
Su Xing agreed to Yuan Qingyu's invitation to fight.
After all, between the top four, there will be clashes, he and Yuan Qingyu, there is a battle.
"Wow!"
Yuan Qingyu's figure flashed and appeared on the platform where he was awakened.
And his actions like this naturally attracted the attention of many people and made people look forward to it.
"It is said that Yuan Qingyu successfully returned to his ancestors and cultivated eighteen wings!"
"Then this is worth seeing. Although Awakening is not Yuan Qingyu's opponent, his strength is not weak. He should be able to hold on for a while."
"Yes! This way we can feast our eyes."
There was a lot of discussion.
The vast majority of people are not optimistic about waking up. In everyone's opinion, his ability to reach the top four is already the limit, and he is already the biggest dark horse.
"Brother Su will definitely win." Ming Yiyou clenched his fists.
"That's natural. Why don't you have a lot of wings? That's great? The chicken wings should be grilled on the whole, and the taste should be very good." Kong Li smiled faintly.
"It's roasted feather wings." Bai Xueer smiled and corrected.
Their understanding of Awakening far surpasses Ming Yiyou, Ling Miaoqin and others. Knowing how many miracles Awakening has created, they are naturally confident in him.
In their eyes, there is no unbeaten person in this world.
Awakening, it is destined to board the Shinto Supreme.
On the third battle stage.
"Wow!"
With the blooming of thousands of rays of light, eighteen wings appeared behind Yuan Qingyu.
Although the Eighteen Wing Feathers clan is named the Eighteen Wings, there are not many people in the clan. They have really cultivated the Eighteen Wings, and it is already very good to be able to cultivate the Fourteen Wings.
But Yuan Qingyu, he did.
This is also his capital trump card for becoming the first arrogant of the Eighteen Wings.
Eighteen wings are released, sacred and extraordinary, radiant.
"Wake up, take it!"
Suddenly, Yuan Qingyu moved, and his eighteen wings spread, making him speed to the extreme, instantly appearing in the sky, and then countless feathers flew out.
Every feather contains extremely powerful power, and it falls all over the sky like a squally rainstorm.
If you don't make a move, take it. Once you make a move, it's powerful.
"Wow!"
When he wakes up and raises his hands, countless sword qi soars into the sky.
Every sword aura hit a feather with accuracy and accuracy. The two offensives collided fiercely in mid-air, creating terrible fluctuations.
But soon, Yuan Qingyu's blasted Lingyu burst into flames, which greatly increased Lingyu's power, causing the sword energy to be constantly defeated.
"Wake up, doesn't it mean that you have learned the ancient unicorn step? Let me see! Your kendo cultivation is not enough to fight me." Yuan Qingyu said indifferently.
However, Awakening did not use the ancient unicorn step.
"Wow!"
Suddenly, a stream of black water rushed out, turning into countless black water swords, penetrating out.
"Dark God Stream!"
Ming Yiyou's eyes lit up, and he explained to Kong Li, "Look, that is the treasure of our Heishui clan. Although it is not the strongest state, it is absolutely extraordinary."
In fact, it is true.
In the Black Water Hole, the dark divine current that has been nourished for three years has been reborn.
Each black water sword contained a power far surpassing the previous one, and the feathers were crushed one after another. The countless black water swords, invisibly, had already formed a siege to Yuan Qingyu.
There is a close connection between the black water swords, as if they have turned into surging waves, and the momentum is striking.
"Swish!"
Of course, Yuan Qingyu was not an ordinary Tianjiao. He was an innate divine body with extremely strong strength, especially the Eighteen Wings, which gave him extremely flexible speed and body skills. When there was no room for hair, he actually escaped.
It was not unwilling to wake up, let Yuan Qingyu escape, calmly said: "This shouldn't be your secret knowledge? Why don't you let me see your first weather condition?"
"Then you look forward to it."
Yuan Qingyu's expression was furious, and the strength and difficulty of the dark divine stream made him unexpected and almost suffered a big loss.
"The Wings of the Ancient God!"
Suddenly, Yuan Qingyu gave a cold voice.
I saw that in the void behind him, hundreds of millions of rays of light bloomed, and then, a pair of extremely large wings appeared, which stretched out, and it was wide enough for thousands of miles, like an endless sea of ​​clouds.
On the milky white wings, exuding tremendous pressure.
This is Yuan Qingyu's first weather phenomenon.
"kill!"
Yuan Qingyu folded his hands together, muttering words in his mouth, as if it were the whispers of an ancient god, and the huge and boundless wings of the ancient behind him slowly pressed down.
The wings of the ancient gods almost completely enveloped the entire battle platform.
This is to completely crush the awakening.
Awakening expression was calm, a black water sword stood towards the sky, and at the same time, in his body, a large amount of dark divine current rushed out.
After three years of nourishment, the Dark God Flow has become stronger, and I want to know when I wake up.
"Boom!"
In the rolling waves, a black sea emerged, forming a sharp opposition to the white wings of the ancient gods in the sky. Then, two powerful forces collided.
The blow was terrible.
As a result, the entire battle platform was trembling violently.
The terrifying light drowned everything, and people could only see two completely different colors, one black and one white, colliding and obliterating each other madly.
After a long time, the sound of collision gradually decayed.
The black and white colors are gradually becoming illusory, and the size is shrinking greatly.
Different from the white wings of the ancient gods, the shrunken dark stream eventually evolved into a gigantic blue dragon that was thousands of miles long, and it was the weapon of the dark stream.
Wake up standing on the head like a mountain, hunting in clothes.
"Roar!"
Shui Fu's mouth let out a terrifying roar.
Just that sound wave caused Yuan Qingyu, who was already injured, to pale again.
Then, Shui Fu protruded a huge dragon claw, tearing apart the white ancient god's wings in one fell swoop, and landed on Yuan Qingyu's head.
With this shot down, let alone defeating Yuan Qingyu, he could even be killed by shock.
The shadow of death fell, Yuan Qingyu's body was stiff, and his face couldn't hide the color of fear, but after all, the dragon claws did not fall, but a awakened indifferent voice sounded: "Yuan Qingyu, you are defeated."
"I……"
Yuan Qingyu opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't refute anything.
He did lose.
The Canglong retracted its giant claws, turned into a stream of water and merged into the awakened body, and the third battle platform quickly recovered its clarity.
"Thank you!"
Yuan Qingyu glanced at awakening, took a deep breath, and arched his hands.