The wind Yang satisfiedly smiled and you watch.
Seeing the wind, Yang stretched his left foot forward, flexed his right arm backward, and immediately rolled up his strength. The wind, shoulders, white hair and long eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and if the momentum of the gods spread outward like a flood.
Fu Chen felt the strong power in his heart, secretly frightened. At the moment, the wind was blowing and laughing, but it was replaced by a natural trend. It was almost normal. He was totally changed. This idea just produced Fu Chen, who could not help but retreat four or five steps backward. The horror color became deeper.
Oh, my God, what kind of Wushu is this? It’s only two moves that are powerful.
At this time, there was a whisper in the strong wind, and it gradually became louder and louder, shaking the Mars Mountain.
Ah, Fu Chen exclaimed, stare big eyes and stammered, this is actually dragons.
The wind raises eyebrows and flutters, and the momentum is rising, while Fu Chen is retreating as his momentum rises.
What an amazing momentum. Fu Chen feels a tens of thousands of pounds of boulder in his chest at this time, holding up even breathing and panting.
Just as the wind continued to soar, his right arm was wrapped in something and generally churned back and forth.
Ah, Fu Chen screamed again. He looked at the wind, and the right-handed creature was impressively a golden dragon.
However, this golden dragon is like being trapped in the arm of the wind, and it can’t escape its bondage even if it struggles.
Finally, the wind and the momentum reached the extreme. Suddenly, the sky was blazing and the dragons reflected each other, and the right hand suddenly pushed forward.
Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar
Trapped to the extreme, the dragon still has a giant missile stretching for 20 meters and rolling towards the forest in front.
bang
Kerala a burst of noise.
In an instant, the dense forest hundreds of meters ahead was like grass and dead wood, and it was immediately broken by the middle, leaving a deep pit about seventy meters long and two meters wide.
The dragon kept singing and shaking the Xiao Han on its way back.
Fu Chen’s ears were buzzing 30 meters away, and his mind was white with terrible power.
He feels that his former Wushu can no longer be called Wushu.
What martial arts are fucking farting.
What triple sword? Compared with Wushu, it’s nothing.
Poor Fu Chen can’t help himself. He’s a toad in a well.
After the wind rose, he sighed, brother, recently, my brother has always been playful and cultivated, and the power of Longteng has greatly changed.
What, this 20-meter-long dragon, this power is not his limit. Is this still fucking alive?
This is simply challenging my nerves.
Seventy-first My mother, is this a dragon?
Chapter seventy-one My mother is this a dragon?
When the stars turn and the moon rises, it illuminates the soft moonlight, which adds its mysterious and majestic potential to Mars Mountain.
In several distant villages, people have fallen asleep after a tiring day, but occasionally dogs bark nearby.
After Fu Chen fell asleep, I don’t know how long it took him to feel itchy nose, like something got into his nostrils, and he couldn’t bear to sneeze again.
Wake up, turn around and think of today’s windy show of Wushu. Long Teng also said that it was a dream. By moonlight, I saw the deep pit in the Woods and slammed my head. This dream is too real, right?
Whoosh immediately jumped up and rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure again whether today was a dream or really happened.
But when I saw the pit about 100 meters long and 2 meters wide still lying in the Woods, the night was getting darker and darker. At this time, it looked like, what kind of head are you? Are you talking about the middle brain?
Fu Chen handed over a glass of water and said, "You go to stay and I’ll practice."