Chapter 640 Raid

"Cough cough... It seems... they are going to court death!"

The Poison King coughed and smiled, but the smile on his face was ruthless.

As an amazing master of poison, the Poison King is not a kind person. To the enemy, he is more like a poisonous snake, with terrifying lethality!

"I didn't intend to fight, not because I was afraid of them, but because I was worried that once we fought, there would be losses. This would have a big impact on our entry into the Ancient Wasteland!"

Ouyang Kuangzhan said with a hint of chill on his face.

"Wait... what is that?"

Suddenly, at this time, Qin Feng's evil-breaking eyes flickered slightly.

In his line of sight, the evil spirit suddenly rolled up and became extremely rich, as if in between, it began to wander like a living thing.

"It's here, that's the source, the source of the ancient wasteland... Speed ​​up!"

Feng Canyun's hands were connected with seals, and on the body, a vast infuriating energy was released violently, and the speed of the warship was several times faster.

"boom"

Qin Feng only felt that his body was shaking wildly, and then, the soul force had felt a terrifying and unparalleled suppression momentarily surging down.

This feeling of oppression, even in the battleship, cannot be eliminated.

Thick! Depressed! dignified! Bondage! Evil...

A lot of breaths are fused together, and the body is like coming to a new world. This kind of strong change makes it difficult for people to adapt.

This is the ancient wasteland!

Looking around, the entire waste spirit ancient land was very quiet, the earth showed a faint cyan color, and even turned blue-black in some places.

The gloomy atmosphere is very clear.

Mountains, lakes, waterfalls, forests...

Everything exists, as if it is a world of its own, but in this world, there is a gloomy atmosphere circulating, and there is no warm atmosphere at all.

The original scorching sun.

In this ancient wasteland of spirits, it has no influence at all. Even above the void, the scorching sun can only see a little shadow. Covering this sunlight, Guanghua can only illuminate a trace of bright light.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, the face of this Ouyang Kuangzhan changed fiercely.

A huge handprint, like the hand of an ancient devil, covered the sky and blocked the sun, released it violently, stretched out, reaching dozens of meters, hanging and moving, slapped fiercely in the battle. the surface of the ship.

"boom!"

This big handprint appeared too abruptly, especially when Qin Feng and his party of six had not fully recovered, so naturally they didn't notice it, and waited until Ouyang Kuangzhan first reacted. At the time, the handprint had already slapped over.

"Boom"

This handprint was so powerful that it directly shook the battleship violently.

"Damn bastard!"

Feng Canyun's mouth roared wildly.

This warship was his years of hard work, constantly doing sect tasks, completing each task well, and then accumulating points to get it.

Seeing his own hard work being destroyed, that intense anger can almost burn everything!

"The ghost doesn't go away!"

Outside, there were several figures in a row, and they were rushing towards them. It was the Blood Evil Seven!

"call!"

The headed Tu Yi waved his arm, and a huge handprint swayed out again. Obviously, the person who shot just now was him!

"I come!"

Xuanqianzhong's face is calm, his body is bulging like a big dragon, he rushes out impressively, his arms sway, and two powerful air waves are quickly shot out. attitude.

Roaring up to the sky, the dragon elephant stomped out ruthlessly.

Dragons are powerful in water, and elephants are powerful in land!

It is rumored that the dragon elephant is an idol containing dragon blood, and it is the descendant of the dragon and the idol. Incomparably powerful.

"boom"

The huge handprint and the dragon-like air wave collided fiercely, setting off a series of powerful ripples, and even showed a series of cracks.

Xuan Qianzhong's body trembled slightly, and then took a step back, while Tu Yi had a grin on his face, his body moved slightly, and the strength of the two was naturally clear.

Looking at the dress of Qin Feng and his party, Tu Yi's eyes moved slightly:

"Twice! It's interesting that you are the disciples of this Canghai Sect!"

With the knowledge of the seven blood demons, it is natural to recognize the identity of Qin Feng and others in the shirts.

"Boss..."

A man with a ruthless face looked at Qin Feng and his party fiercely, and the bloodthirsty brilliance in his eyes was flowing.

And his eyes finally noticed the golden tiger whip on the back of Gu Yan, and then the color of greed became extremely clear.

"Blood Evil Seven!"

Feng Canyun stared at the seven people coldly.