"Fire Without any hesitation, ye Lingfeng made a second strike with his magic fire, and his blood turned into rosefinch fire and rolled away to the dragon''s tail.


    Boom! This collision is like a heavy hammer falling into a pool full of molten iron, thousands of Mars flying away, rolling energy fluctuations, like a vast torrent, sweeping all over the world, the heat of Longwei and rosefinch is shuddering.


    Roar! Severe impact, so that the dragon tail scales have peeled off, a piece of scales like rain fell on the ground.


    However, despite this, the dragon tail''s bombardment, or let the sky of rosefinch fire dissipated, restored the Qingming.


    "You..." Seeing this, Luo Yun''s eyes were shocked. He didn''t expect that the physical power of the other party was so powerful. As soon as the real dragon''s secret skill comes out, Jinlong has the power to manipulate the stars for a short time, but it still doesn''t work.


    "This time, its head!" Ye Lingfeng sneered, and took advantage of the victory to pursue it. The word formula suddenly urged him to shrink to an inch. His body was like a wisp of smoke. In a flash, he appeared in the air above Jinlong''s head, and then pinched the mountain seal.


    Boom! The violent collapse of the mountains, like a heavy hammer, hit the Golden Dragon''s head heavily. The peerless speed made the Golden Dragon who had no time to react to this attack. The fierce collision made the Dragon horn break and the huge dragon body crash to the ground.


    "The secret art of real dragon is not real dragon after all!" With a successful attack, ye Lingfeng fell heavily and trampled on the huge dragon head. The terrible power made the dragon head burst under the bombardment of baoshanyin.


    That terrible picture, makes people feel, just like Ye Lingfeng really crushed the head of a golden dragon.


    Ye Lingfeng can feel that, in terms of attack power alone, this real dragon secret skill should not be under the first two strokes of Shenhuo''s three strikes.


    However, it is a pity that Luo Yun''s cultivation is limited. He can''t gather the body of the real dragon, even the five clawed Golden Dragon. He can only gather the four clawed golden dragon, which makes it a pity that the real dragon''s secret skill can''t play its best.


    Under such circumstances, this kind of secret skill may be able to kill leisurely Tianjiao, but it can''t work for ye Lingfeng.


    Luo Yun''s whole body vibrates, and the real dragon''s secret skill is destroyed, which makes his black hair disordered, and his white cheeks become more and more pale. He is successively subject to Ye Lingfeng, which seriously damages his pride as the eighth God.


    And it also made him realize that he had underestimated Ye Lingfeng too much before. Although this guy, who has half the blood of the divine Dynasty, has not received the instruction of the divine Dynasty, he can play his best, even in the divine Dynasty, and can be ranked in the first echelon.


    What''s more, the secret skills hidden in the other person are beyond his expectation.


    It''s only a little short of the golden body of Dacheng, the fierce physical fighting method, and the incredible speed. Especially that kind of speed made him think of a kind of rumor, which made him think that it might be the legendary "xingzijue".


    "Believe me, this situation will not continue!" In a flash, Luo Yun''s voice was cold, and his breath suddenly changed. A sense of war that wanted to be higher than the sky suddenly spread.


    The smell? At the moment when the war spirit was released, Ye Ling''s spirit of wind moved, and there was a look of astonishment in her eyes.


    I don''t know why, at the moment, the fighting spirit sent out along Luoyun''s body made Ye Lingfeng''s body suddenly shudder, making him feel that this kind of breath was more familiar than ever, just as he had felt it somewhere.


    But before he could figure out why he was familiar with this breath, a strange scene appeared which made him more difficult to understand.


    With the rising of the fighting spirit, Luo Yun''s action suddenly changed, and his whole body was full of blood. In an instant, he seemed to turn into a huge rosefinch, with unparalleled speed, sweeping his wings toward Ye Lingfeng.


    The fury of the breath, and ye Lingfeng by the spread of rosefinch wings, there is no difference.


    Why? How is that possible? Fierce amazement fills Ye Lingfeng''s mind. He doesn''t understand that Luoyun has practiced three strikes of divine fire. You know, he blackmailed this skill from rosefinch, which is a secret inheritance of rosefinch.


    As far as ye Lingfeng knows, there does not seem to be any rosefinch in the history of the Eastern god Dynasty, so it is impossible to practice this skill.


    Boom! Just when he was puzzled, Luo Yun''s rosefinch wings had swept to him. The fierce breath was like the storm waves caused by a hurricane. It hit Ye Lingfeng heavily and made him fly.


    Whoa! Not only that, when the rosefinch wings beat in the body, ye Lingfeng''s chest was swept out a ferocious bloodstain, golden blood overflowing.


    "How could..." Ye Lingfeng''s eyes are full of incredible color, and he looks at Luoyun in amazement. The pain of being swept by rosefinch''s wings on his chest was the second. What surprised him even more was that the breath of the blow was indeed rosefinch''s wings.


    However, this rosefinch wing seems to be different from what he used, and there is another strange smell in it.


    "It''s hard to be attacked by your own secret arts, isn''t it?" Luo Yun''s face brightened and said with a sneer, "try this blow again!"


    Boom! Words export, the fire roars out, such as the surging waves, swept by the wind toward the leaves, around the whole body.The terrible heat spread out and attacked Ye Lingfeng everywhere.


    If it wasn''t for the terrible heat that he experienced several times of flame forging, I''m afraid it might have been burnt to ashes in a breath.


    It''s not right. It''s not right! Xing zijue urges Ye Lingfeng to dodge the fire attack. Ye Lingfeng is full of doubts.


    At this moment, he felt more and more that Luoyun''s three strikes were different from his. That kind of difference is not the difference in magic power, but the difference in Inner breath. Although the breath is the same as his performance, it is like the projection in the mirror.


    Just as the shadow is the projection formed in the mirror after being illuminated by the light, Luoyun''s three strikes of divine fire are also like the rubbing of Ye Lingfeng''s three strikes of divine fire by some unknowable force, which is then displayed by him.


    "How''s it going? What do you think of shenchao''s secret arts now? " Luo Yun is proud of his success in two successive attacks.


    The previous frustration of being controlled by others was swept away, and the whole person became energetic again. His fighting spirit was like smoke, and he went straight to the sky.


    This kind of fighting spirit! With the sound of Luo Yun''s words, ye Lingfeng feels more and more familiar with the fighting spirit sent out by his opponent''s body. After the lightning changes in his mind, he suddenly has the color of enlightenment in his eyes, and finally understands why he feels familiar with this breath.


    Because this kind of fighting spirit released by the other side is just what he learned from the ancient holy land.