The sound seemed not loud, but it spread across half of the mountain in an instant. Within a few miles, the slightly immature but extremely cold words resounded:

"What are you...you are also trying to decide my life and death!!"

The sound clanked like a string of strings, spreading all around here instantly!

At this moment, the surrounding Zhu Qiang who was still watching the excitement suddenly began to change rapidly.

"Now... Qin Feng is really dead!"

"Yes, it's definitely dead..."

Everyone can already predict the ending of Qin Feng, his ending... only death!

And in the depths of this mountain range, after a terrible stagnation, a cold voice followed:

"Very good... Qin Feng, this is what you want to die!"

boom!

As the voice of Sikong's nine fingers fell, for a moment, a violent wind raged, and above the void, an unprecedented powerful aura quickly permeated.

Sikong Jiu pointed his hand!

"Peng!"

A halo after another quickly gathered in his hand. In an instant, in the space, a powerful tearing force quickly appeared. In the next moment, a ray of light had already carried the boundless power and slammed towards Qin Feng. .

"The Power of Wind Artistic Conception!"

Feeling the terrifying aura condensed on the opponent, Qin Feng's face moved slightly.

What the nine fingers of Sagong comprehend is also the artistic conception of the force of wind, and compared to him, the degree of comprehension of the nine fingers of Sagong is more profound, not only that, according to Qin Feng’s estimation, The realm he comprehended was already comparable to the elder of Fengshen Peak of the Canghai Sect, Fengyouzi!

Fengyouzi, that is an unparalleled powerhouse, a generation of elders, has been immersed in the comprehension of the power of the wind in this life, and his every move is not because he is well versed in the fluctuation and power of the power of the wind.

The age of this Sagong Nine Fingers was far from that of Fengyouzi, but he could reach such a realm, which made Qin Feng's heart had to marvel.

"Huh"

This ray of light quickly formed an awl-shaped trace, with a powerful piercing force, and it shrouded in an instant.

Suddenly, the entire space was penetrated by one side.

"Wind Sacred Finger!"

The sound of long howling quickly rolled up.

The whole space also roared with this long roar, hunting noises.

"It turned out to be the Wind Sage?"

Looking at the awl-shaped trace in the void, many strong men were already horrified.

"Why? Is this Feng Shengzhi very tyrannical?"

Some disciples couldn't help but asked with curiosity.

"Sikong Nine Fingers, it is rumored that there are unparalleled nine-stroke **** techniques, and each of them is extraordinary. However, his nine-stroke **** technique is the most famous one, called Qingfengzhi, which is this one. Fingering, once defeated the Black Shield King..."

Following this person's explanation, everyone soon thought of the cyan finger that had just been rolled up in the mountain range, which was almost groundbreaking and terrifying.

"However, although this Qingfengzhi is well-known to people, it is not only because it is powerful and sharp, but also because it is rare for someone to make Sikong's nine fingers display the second finger in the battle, and the present one One stroke of the Holy Finger, it should be this second stroke!"

As soon as this statement came out, almost half of the strong people present began to **** in air.

Nine strokes of fingering, this is the second one. It is so amazing. Let alone the other, the pure first finger of Qingfeng is enough to kill ninety-nine percent of the strong on the scene.