Chapter 510

"laugh"

Shot again!

Blink!

Pounce!

"impossible!"

Looking at Qin Feng, the expression on Mr. Zhenlong's face has begun to become extremely vicious.

"How could your speed be so fast? It's impossible. This son has the noble blood of the dragon in his body. How can you be a mortal against this son!"

"Noble? Just you?"

Qin Feng whispered in his mouth, and said with a noncommittal tone in his tone.

"Swish"

While speaking, Qin Feng's body flickered violently.

"boom!"

The fist burst out, with the blessing of fist intent, the huge and unparalleled fist was formed quickly under the blessing of infuriating energy, and then hit the body of this real dragon son fiercely.

However, at the moment of the hit, Qin Feng's expression changed slightly.

Before starting, it turned out to be extremely hard.

"Scales!?"

Qin Feng suddenly discovered the function of the scales on this real dragon son.

"Have you finally found it? My son's scales are as hard as dragon scales, but unfortunately... you found it too late!"

"laugh"

A burst of air, the long tail of the real dragon with a barb behind his back, instantly drove straight in, and stabbed towards Qin Feng's body.

That sharp energy is approaching its limit, even Qin Feng has no way to escape in an instant. Even if Lei Yingbu runs to the limit, a gap has been cut in the shirt on this body.

"Humph!"

Qin Feng snorted, his eyes like electricity.

The palm moved slightly.

Qin Feng has an extra long blade in his hand, the Tyrannical Dragon Sword!

"Hmph, your boxing technique is very powerful, I feel it, there is some kind of artistic conception in your boxing technique, obviously you have understood the fist intent, but you can't break my master's defense, no matter how fast you are , I will be hit by this young master after all!"

Young Master Zhenlong said with a wicked smile.

"Really? I don't think so..."

With the long sword clenched tightly, a faint smile appeared on Qin Feng's face, and a strange wave of fluctuations blessed the long sword:

"Lightning Sword Art..."

"laugh……"

With Qin Feng's low anger, the long blade in his hand slid like lightning.

"Sword Intent?! You actually comprehended Sword Intent?!"

Young Master Zhenlong's face changed dramatically, and that sword energy, with a tear-like sharpness, flashed across his body like lightning.

"puff"

Blood spurts!

Young Master Zhenlong's body has fallen softly.

At this time, his body was cut off into two pieces. The sword energy, with amazing sword intent, was even more terrifying. Even the defensive power of the real dragon son was extremely amazing under the blessing of these scales, but he Still torn apart by this sword qi.

"You... actually comprehend the sword intent?!"

Until now, this real dragon son can't believe it.

Compared with the majesty of fist intent, the tearing and sharpness of sword intent is even more terrifying, but at this time, Young Master Zhenlong knew it too late.

"Humph……"

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth moved slightly, and with a cold snort, the long sword was raised again.

"Boy...this time, you're dead!"

Facing this sword full of death breath, Young Master Zhenlong looked at him with a sneer, with a strange and resentful smile on his face:

"Seal of the Curse!"

"laugh"

The eyebrows flickered, and between the eyebrows of the real dragon son, a strange wave suddenly shot out. This wave, like a living thing, actually shuttled over like lightning.