Chapter 1538: Battle of the Holy King

Qin Feng brows slightly, he has already felt a majestic breath coming quickly. And this breath definitely surpassed the fairy atmosphere, and the person who came is actually a strong sage of the holy kingdom.
"Ah... yes, it’s the head of the sky!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, but this scorpion scared everyone.
The mixed green body is the head of the mixed yuan school, and the dragon has never seen the tail. Even a large number of disciples in the martial art have entered the sect for three or five years, but they don’t even know what to expect.
However, the martial art has long been rumored that the Qingtian head is the only one in the martial art that has entered the sacred kingdom. It is also his strength that supports the development of the mixed-band faction, and makes the sects squeezing into the ranks of the Beishazhou Samsung sect.
In the hot discussion of the crowd, a gust of wind bulged!
When no one noticed, a black robe old man was standing opposite Qin Feng.
"Who are you? Dare to make trouble in my mixed faction?"
The old man is not angry and self-defeating, and his voice is extremely penetrating. Although he is white and fluttering. However, the old man was clear and bright, and his face was ruddy, as if he was more spiritual than a young man in his twenties.
The old-fashioned disciples who had been seen by the old-fashioned disciples were scared to gasp. Some of the disciples who had seen the past were sure that the people who came here were the heads of the mixed-age faction.
Qin Feng's look is a three-point dignity, no need to introduce others, he also guessed the identity of the person coming. Qin Feng had heard the rumors of the Qingtian when he first entered the mixed-yuan school. This old guy has stepped into the strong sage of the holy kingdom, that is, he does not know whether it is a holy kingdom?
"I am the hero city of Qin Feng, come to the mixed yuan to deal with some contradictions." After returning to God, Qin Feng a look of indifference.
His remarks caused the crowd to scream, and the disciples of the mixed faction knew that Qin Feng was very arrogant and arrogant, but did not expect him to be so strong in front of the blue sky.
It’s obvious that Qin Feng would be so arrogant. He was retreating in the past some time, and he did not understand the sect of the sect. He had never heard of the name of Qin Feng.
"The eight little elders are you killing?" The tone of the blue sky was cold.
"Yes, not only the eight elders, mixed, mixed, mixed and mixed, I am killing, this time, I want to kill the mixed sea..." Qin Feng attitude is tough.
The mixed-flying guys are just disciples who are inconspicuous in the mix, and have never heard of them. However, when I heard the name of the mixed Yuanhai, I was very angry with the blue sky. It was one of the disciples under his seat. He was trained as the position of the current elders.
"I really don't know how to live and die. Today, let you see the true strength of the mixed faction."
The green sky was completely irritated, and suddenly a palm shot!
His hands and palms were thin and dry, and the speed of the palms seemed to be slow and ordinary, but the look of Qin Feng suddenly changed, and he quickly stepped on the flying sword to avoid.
Rumble!
The mixed sky clearly did not completely settle, but in the open space where Qin Feng stood, a loud noise was heard. The explosion was extremely fierce, and the flat land was blown into a pothole, and the violent breath swept the earth, suddenly scaring the disciples to retreat 100 meters away.
"Hey? Your kid is really a bit tolerant, but unfortunately there is only one death in my hand!"
The blue sky is slightly changed, but it is quickly taken again.
The explosion rose from the ground to the air, feeling like a tank was firing in the air.
Qin Feng stepped on the four swords of Feijian. Wherever he went, the air in his body exploded and the offensive was so fierce that Qin Feng had no time to fight back.
"Hey! I can dare to come to the mixed faction to make trouble with this point. It really doesn't know how high!"
After a fight, the blue sky took the slightest advantage and suddenly screamed.
He waved his hand and shot a flying sword from his body. The flying sword exudes a pink glow, like a sharp arrow from the string.
Hey!
Qin Feng took a leap and escaped the attack of Feijian.
His brows provoked his face, his face was like a frost, and his thoughts were slightly moving, and the starry flying sword at his feet flew away.
Dangdang!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the sky.
The two flying swords fought in the air, and the magical scene caused the crowd to scream.
"Good boy, there are a lot of flying magic weapons on your body. When the old man is gone, you are all mine."
Mixed eyes look at the air in the air, Qin Feng sacrificed the flying sword, and a pair of gold wheels at the foot.
Under the urging of the two people, the two flying swords continued to collide in the sky. Each collision was like the movement of two galloping trains.
"Oh! Old man, your flying sword is not good!"
Qin Feng’s eyes lit up. He saw the flying sword of the blue sky under several impacts. There were many cracks on the sword.
In fact, there are many strong esteemed flying swords in Shenzun's mainland, but most of their flying swords are for flying purposes. When building Feijian, they don't care too much about the strength and attack power of the sword. This is the same as the powder flying sword that Qin Feng built in Luocheng. This flying sword is much worse than the starry flying sword owned by Qin Feng...
Hey!
Qin Feng’s voice just fell, and a crisp sound spread in the sky!
Under the unbelievable eyes of the people, the flying sword that was smashed in the sky was broken and turned into two pieces scattered on the ground.
Although this Feijian Qin Feng did not look up, it was a lot of effort to get it. Now that he saw the flying sword being broken, his lungs would burst.
"If you are surnamed Qin, if the old man does not kill you today, he will be called the head of the sect."
Mixed with the blue sky, regardless of the broken sword on the ground, a roar shot to Qin Feng. Although the old man was old, he was agile, and the speed of the explosion was as fast as the arrow, as if a few breaths came to Qin Feng.
Bang!
The loud noise has exploded.
The old man said that it was a knife-opening, and the airflow of Qin Feng’s body changed suddenly, and there was a gust of wind and waves.
The mixed faction is based on the practice of knives. Under the fierce knives of the Qingtian, Qin Feng did not touch it hard, and immediately stepped on the gold wheel to quickly avoid it.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Feng has come to a hundred meters away. Not waiting for the second knife to fall, the golden phoenix in his hand has already smashed out.
Bang!
As if to open up the sky, a golden dragon whizzed away.
The change of the blue sky changed, and I quickly reversed the knife back and made a knife in the body.
"The third type of mixed yuan knife, ice day!"
The old man released the third type of knife method when he shot, and the strength was obvious.
Suddenly, the sky changed dramatically, and there was a violent storm in his body. It felt like he was crossing into the ice and snow.
The power of the ice-casting day is more than a dozen times stronger than that of the sect. The ice and snow condensed into a real layer of ice, overlapping hundreds of ice walls in front of him...
Rumble!
Jin Feng then fell and hovered over the hard ice layer.
The explosion bangs continued, and the ice blasted again and again, forming a spectacular spectacle of ice and in the air. However, when the power of Qin Feng’s knife was completely dissipated, it did not hurt the half of the day.
"Ha ha! The seven knives of the mixed yuan are the supreme celestial exercises, so you can crack these children."
When Qin Feng played against Tianhushan and the mixed-race earthquake, he saw the power of the seven-knife of the mixed yuan. He also saw the profoundness of this knife. Nowadays, the sacred world of the sacred kingdom is the most vivid interpretation of the power of the seven knives of the mixed yuan, so that Qin Feng is somewhat moved.
"Oh... the Supreme System releases the task and collects the supreme martial arts."

When the task is not limited, the task rewards are properly distributed according to the level of collecting martial arts skills...

Qin Feng’s mind suddenly sounded the system’s prompt tone. To be honest, he hasn’t heard the sound of the system’s release mission for a long time.
"Master, because of the sudden fusion of Shenzun's mainland, the system's magnetic field is greatly disturbed. During this time, the system is in the stage of self-repair. Now it is the initial repair, and the follow-up will continue to release other tasks..." Xiao Xiangzhu explained.
Qin Feng understood that he had spent 300,000 points before he repaired the communication function of League of Legends.
Just in Qin Feng, a martyrdom of the gods, suddenly a day of attack. He waved his hands, and hundreds of ice thorns in his body turned into half-air.
Rumble!
The ice thorn is as fast as an arrow, piercing an air. The sound of breaking the wind is like the roar of the beasts. The sound of listening to the fierce movement makes the disciples in the distance be scared.
Just breathing, Qin Feng has been shrouded in ice.
Just when everyone thought that he was going to be hit by a million arrows, a thick purple fire rose on him. The flame burned more and more intensely, and finally turned into a small fireball that flew down to the earth, as if it had a flame.
Sting!
When the ice encounters the purple scent, the fire melts and gives a crisp sound.
Seeing the flames will burn to the green sky, the old man finally woke up, incredible retreat to hundreds of meters.
Bang!
The land he had stood before was blown into a ruin by a fireball. This horrible flame power made the world feel overwhelmed. His look dipped for the first time, and the old man was flashing cold.
"You are so young, you have stepped into the holy kingdom?"
At this time, I was completely aware of the strength of Qin Feng, and it was actually a strong respect for the Holy King.
When he said this, the disciples around the world completely fry the pot. Everyone knows that Qin Feng is very powerful, but he did not expect him to be a strong sage of the Holy King.
"Is it clear that the head of Qingtian is looking away? If you remember correctly, Qin Feng was only seven layers of fairy tales two months ago. Even if he breaks through the fast, he will step into the eight layers of fairy tales in two months..."
"Qin Da Ge is only in his early twenties, has he stepped into the holy kingdom? Is there no such enchanting existence in the entire North Shazhou?"
"It's no wonder that he dares to single-handedly into the mixed-band faction, and he also named him to destroy the Yuanhai elders. He really has this strength."
On the ground, there is constant discussion, and after listening to these voices, the face is sullen.
He is the head of the school, the strong sacred existence of the Holy King, but now it is suppressed by a hairy boy. His eyes suddenly fell on Qin Feng, as if watching a dead person.