Fantasy: Hundreds of billions of talent points at the beginning

This old boy is very hard, and he will never be killed by a punch like this!

The dust gradually cleared, and the figure of the fiery dragon emerged from the dust.

Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Look, the more evil it is, the harder it gets!"

The fierce dragon is the fierce dragon, and its cultivation is unfathomable, this dragon fights, and it has to fight for another half a day.

"Hey, then I'll have to do a few more punches. "

With that, Qin Feng leaned over and swooped out towards the fierce dragon, the shadow of his fist shook, accompanied by the sound of air explosion, and there was the sound of a rolling dragon roaring and a tiger's roar.

"Knock Knock"

The fists rained down on the dragon's head, arms, and bodies, making a muffled sound.

The men and women are scattered, and they are speechless at this time...

Because, they look at the state of the fierce dragon at this time...

It's like a leper dog who has been taught a lesson by his master because of his disobedience...

If Lielong knew what was going on in the minds of the two, he was afraid that he would squirt out a mouthful of Lao Xue, so that the two of them could also enjoy the treatment of Qin Feng.

said that the two of them broke their bones and raised ashes, cramped and peeled their skins, in order to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

Qin Feng was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, wreaking havoc in the field, slamming the fierce dragon's body all at once, and the fierce dragon's hands and head protection only had the power to parry, and his appearance was quite miserable.

Whether the fierce dragon is in the Thirty-six Heavens, or in Kyushu, at the end of the micro or at the top of the peak, when was it treated like this?

In the whole world, the fierce dragon fights like a dead dog, and he is the only one Qin Feng!

"Roar!

With a long roar, the fierce dragon swished, and it flew away, pulling away from Qin Feng.

It's a loss to fight with this kid!

The figure of the dragon flashed away.

The male scattered immortal only felt that he was blown away by a strong gust of wind, and he could only rely on his years of fighting instinct to raise the compass in front of him, and use his mana to protect himself.

A strong blow flew away, and his hands suddenly split to both sides, and then came back to his senses, only to find that the compass in his hand had been disconnected and divided into two halves.

This true immortal-level talisman treasure has been completely wasted and turned into a piece of garbage!

It made him want to cry without tears.

The protective power of the heavenly immortal level could not resist the fierce dragon for a moment at all, but it collapsed in an instant as soon as it came into contact.

Wiping away the blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, the fierce dragon yin owl smiled.

He didn't expect that he would be forced to this step by Qin Feng, so embarrassed, like a babbling naughty boy who was beaten by a strong man.

Such miserable.

"Qin Feng, you forced me! Don't blame me! Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a great sun rose from the body of the dragon, like the holy light behind the Buddha and the immortals, and the golden light shone brightly. The whole figure slowly floated up, hovering in the air, and dazzling golden rays emerged, shining in the sky.

Taken from the meaning of the scorching sun, it illuminates all things, illuminates the world, and removes all darkness.

Whether you're a demon god or a monster!

As soon as the sun rises, the demon king binds his head, and the fierceness dissipates!

There were leaping fires in the dragon's eyes, brewing in them. As his eyes opened and closed, like gushing magma, he was about to erupt from his eyes.

(Li Zhao's burn, layers of sweat oozing out of the skin, dry mouth, hair curls and shrinks, and then falls off.)

The skin began to crack, like the earth that had been dry for a long time, cracking one after another. It seems that all the internal organs are about to be roasted and stop functioning, as if in the next second and next moment, in an instant, a breeze blows, they will be blown away, turned into bits of flying ash, and completely erase the entire existence. _

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