Chapter 215: Mang Feiyu

Long Wang Aofan glanced at Xingxian, saw the fear on his face, and said with a smile: "You have been practicing here for so many years, don't you know the realm of this thing?"
Xingxian recovered from his fear, and said tremblingly: "Enlighten the Dragon King, this Feiyu only absorbed the aura at first, and nothing has changed."
Ao Fan frowned slightly, but he underestimated this thing. He actually absorbed the spiritual energy for hundreds of years. I am afraid it is not that simple. Moreover, this sentence seems to be not low in ancient times, and can be called the Emperor Mu. I'm afraid it's not easy.
But what about that, Ao Fan stretched out his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered in his heart. After all, it was just an illusion. Is it possible that it can turn the sky?
Thinking of this, Dragon King Ao Fan's momentum changed, his eyes staring at the Jumang phantom opposite, his body surged.
It seemed that he had sensed the killing intent on the dragon king Ao Fan, and saw that a red light flashed in the eyes of the illusion, which looked strange, his body fluctuated, and instantly rose from the ground until the vines rolled towards Ao Fan. Actually intend to start first.
Ao Fan stood motionless in the air, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a few purple flames rose up all over his body, burning the nearby vines in the blink of an eye.
The sudden attack ended in an instant. The Xing Xian on the ground looked at this scene with a stunned expression, feeling the purple flames around the dragon king Ao Fan, and a faint sense of fear rose in his heart.
"This, this is the Dragon King?"
Hearing the incredulous voice in Xingxian's tone, Ao Moang smiled slightly and said, "Where is this, it's not even a warm-up."
As soon as the voice fell, I saw Dragon King Ao Fan instantly hit a pillar of fire towards the mang phantom, but was temporarily blocked by the green barrier in front of the mang.
Originally it was just a small test, but I didn't realize that there are two brushes in this illusion, which can actually block the purple flames of the sky, but it doesn't seem to be very easy to see this. Because Ao Fan felt the spiritual power fluctuations in that transformation body.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the pillar of fire cast by Ao Fan instantly turned purple. He burned through the barrier in front of him in an instant, and then fell heavily on the body of the phantom, hitting it behind him. Above the mountains.
"boom!"
A dusty mist rose, and the dragon king shot down as soon as he saw the illusion. Xing Xian knew what Aomoang just said about warming up.
"That's Hunyuan Jinxian." Xingxian said with a dazed expression at this time.
"So what? The false saints have been killed." Ao Lie said indifferently at this time, looking at Xingxian like an idiot.
Xing Xian only knew how strong this Zhenhai Dragon King was and was able to kill the false saints, so the lowest Dragon King in front of him was the quasi saint cultivation.
A quasi-sage dragon king sits in the Dragon Palace, and he has Ao Moang's subordinates in his hand. The West Dragon Palace in this town is only the palace of the Dragon Palace in the land of Xiniu Hezhou. One can imagine how powerful this Dragon Palace is. Strong.
At this time, the illusion of Jumang that was shot down was not completely defeated. Dragon King Ao Fan looked coldly at the dusty mist in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and waved his arm, and a sharp arrow made of flame shot toward the dusty mist. .
I saw a vine suddenly rise in the dust and fog, but it was nailed to the ground by the rocket before it was close.
Ao Fan sneered, the fire spirit power behind him instantly became rich, and the flames condensed behind him, and the flames began to change, but for a moment there was a rain of arrows behind Ao Fan.
"My king wants to see what kind of waves you can afford."
As soon as the voice fell, I saw that a large amount of wood spirit in the dust mist began to condense, and the dust mist was completely dispersed in the blink of an eye. Ao Fan's eyes fell on the three red flowers in front of the phantom, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
I saw that the aura in the three red flowers was full of aura. It was obviously a condensed aura, and it was not an entity at all. Above the red flower, an aura suddenly exploded, and countless petals rolled toward Ao Fan.
Seeing the sky full of petals, Ao Fan couldn't help but chuckled, "Well, what's the fighting power?"
With a slight movement of his fingers, I saw the sky rocket behind Ao Fan, falling down instantly, facing the sky petals rushing over.
I saw that in front of Ao Fan instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the petals composed of countless spiritual energy were instantly ignited, and even the sea of ​​fire reflected in Ao Fan's eyes.
Looking at the fire spirit power that was burning in the sky, Xing Xian was speechless at this moment in shock. As Xinghua's demon who cultivated Taoism, she naturally knew the power of the three red flowers just now, and the ordinary flames could not help it. Burn it, at best, it is just a resistance.
It’s just that the sky of fire in front of you let Xingxian know that Dragon King Aofan’s display is not a simple flame, reminding of the purple flames that implied the power of heaven before, Xingxian knows that even if the true body of Jumang is here, how can Not the Dragon King.
The control and use of this flame can already be said to be invincible, Dragon King Ao Fan, not to mention the suppression of this attribute.
Looking at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, Ao Fan frowned, and said with a cold voice, "I still have to try. I really don't know whether it is life or death."
I saw a hole suddenly torn in the sea of ​​fire, and a long sword shining green light suddenly passed through the sea of ​​fire and pierced towards Dragon King Ao Fan.
The tip of the sword was in front of Dragon King Ao Fan, feeling the rich spiritual energy on the sword body. Ao Fan's eyes were slightly narrowed. Although it was made of spiritual power, it still seemed to have some meaning. There was actually an inherent power. among them.
"It's still a bit worse after all."
The corner of Dragon King Ao Fan's mouth raised slightly, and the golden light in his eyes flashed. I saw a solid golden dragon power appearing in front of Ao Fan, slowly wrapping around the sword body that exuded green light.
Then he shattered the long sword bit by bit in front of him, until the last trace of wood spirit power dissipated in front of him.
After the long sword was completely dissipated, Ao Fan stepped out, and the Longwei on his body instantly dispelled the sea of ​​fire in front of him, facing the three red flowers, and then three purple rockets condensed behind and shot towards the three red flowers.
Three groups of purple flames rose up instantly, and the three safflowers were burnt in the blink of an eye. At this time, the Jumang Illusion on the ground was already a little unstable.
Ao Fan glanced, and four chains of purple flames condensed behind him to lock the limbs of the Jumang Illusion. I saw that the wood spirit power that radiated instantly wilted, and no longer had its previous power.
With a gleam in his eyes, Ao Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the Jumang Feiyu in the illusion. I saw that Dragon King Ao Fan's hand easily passed through the illusion, and he was about to grasp the sentence of Light Feiyu in his hand. However, a green light separated Ao Fan's hand.
A cold light flashed in Ao Fan's eyes, and the cold voice said, "Broken!"
As the sound fell, Ao Fan's hand immediately condensed Longwei, forcibly tore the wood spiritual protection on the mang Feiyu completely to pieces, and grabbed the mang Feiyu in his hand.
In an instant, a large amount of wood spirit power poured into Ao Fan's body. Feeling the abundant wood spirit power in his body, Ao Fan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.
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