Peerless God of War

"Hum, do you mu family really want to be right with our Bai family?" Bai Dong said coldly with a flash of anger on his face.

"Although the white family is very strong in Yancheng, it is far from covering the sky. Don't think that with Xuehan palace as a backer, you can be unscrupulous. The world is very big, there are many forces, and you can destroy Xuehan Palace at the fingertips." the blue skirt woman walked forward slowly with lotus steps and said calmly.

"Who are you, little girl?" Bai Dong stared at the woman in blue skirt and frowned slightly.

Their Bai family is deeply rooted in Yancheng, and they also have many spies in Mu's family. I also know the blue skirt woman, but her identity is very mysterious. Not many people in the Mu family know his identity. But what is certain is that her status is very noble. Even the master of the Mu family and the elders are polite when they see her.

And this is what he cares about. Such a person's identity must be not simple.

"The little woman is just an ordinary woman. Master Baidong naturally doesn't know the little woman."

The woman in blue skirt smiled and didn't reveal her identity

The ancient wind on one side can't help but curl her mouth. What an ordinary woman can't take out is a top-grade pill.

"Mu Cheng, do you really want to stop me today?" Bai Dong's face trembled slightly, moved away from the blue skirt woman and stared at Mu Cheng coldly.

"Seriously."

Mu Cheng answered briefly, but with great determination.

"Master Mo long, the Mu family was stopped by our Bai family, and please help solve the boy called Gu Feng." Bai Tong sneered, then turned around and saluted the crowd behind him respectfully.

Followed by a young man, Mo long, the talented disciple of Xuehan palace, whom Gu Feng saw in the auction house before.

Gu Feng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but he heard that the eight patriarchal families and the four families all had younger generations. What he didn't expect was that Mo long didn't stay with the disciples of Xuehan palace, but chose to stay with the Bai family.

"Bailong deacon, don't worry, this boy, I will let his blood splash here today." Mo long looked at the ancient wind with a sneer. It was hard to hide his killing intention when he thought that this bastard had cheated himself in the auction house.

"Mo long?"

Mu Cheng frowned, but he felt relieved at the thought of the metamorphosis of the ancient style. As a talented disciple of Xuehan palace, Mo long is very strong, but the ancient style is also not weak. Even the blood dome, which was the quintessence octave, was placed in his hand. I believe that Mo long can't escape.

"Boy, kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe the young master can spare your life." Mo long looked at the ancient wind proudly and didn't pay any attention to him. When he came to Yancheng, he naturally heard of the old customs and the grievances of the Bai family. It is also clear that the ancient style has killed the martial cultivation of the white quintessence body one after another. But those people, from his eyes, are as vulnerable as local chickens and dogs. It's no big deal to kill them easily.

In his opinion, the reason why the ancient wind can be so arrogant in front of the white family in Yancheng is to use the power of the city master's house to seal Wuji. If there was no seal Wuji, he would have killed the ancient wind long ago, which is a gift to the white family.

Mo Long's body exploded with an unusually strong breath, roaring down like a flood and oppressing the ancient wind below.

"What are you?" Gu Feng raised his head and smiled sarcastically. As for Mo Long's strong breath, it didn't oppress him at all. Don't say it's him. Even if it's a peak martial arts cultivation in the pure body state, he doesn't feel at all even if the momentum is all pressed down.

"Seek death!" Mo Long's face flashed cold. With a wave of his palm, a golden long gun appeared. There was a bloody evil spirit around the long gun, emitting a thrilling breath.

"Xuanpin spirit tool."

Looking at the golden spear, the face of Mu Cheng and others could not help changing. They are all very clear about the power of Xuanpin spirit tools. This kind of spirit tools, placed in a family like them, are the treasure of the town family. I just didn't expect that Mo long had this kind of spirit tool in his hand.

In the eyes of the ancient wind, there was also a flash of different color. In his heart, he sighed that he is worthy of being one of the eight sects, and his rich heritage is beyond the comparison of ordinary families.

"Die!"

Mo long drank coldly, and his momentum burst out. The breath belonging to the quintessence of the body swept through, making many martial arts around turn pale.

"He is worthy of being a talented disciple of Xuehan palace. At this age, he has reached the quintessence and the future is unlimited." someone in the earlier team said with envy.

Such achievements are highly valued even in the snow cold palace.

"Ha ha, just because you want to kill me? You're not qualified. If you want me to ask for help, you're not qualified." Gu Feng also gave a cold drink and laughed at mulberry and locust.

The rusty sword appeared in his hand, sending out the cold.

"Ha ha..."

The crowd looked at the long sword in Gufeng's hand and were stunned, followed by a burst of mocking laughter. A rusty long sword also wants to fight with Xuanpin spirit instrument. I really don't know if the boy has lost his mind.

Mo long sneered. Holding a golden long gun in his left hand, he stung the ground. With strong strength, the hard floor was cracked. As soon as he grasped it with his big hand, the exceptionally strong golden spiritual power surged out, directly turned into a huge spiritual power fist of more than ten feet, tore the air, and smashed it against the ancient wind.

The giant fist blew down like a mountain falling. The sound of sonic boom kept banging. The dead leaves on the ground were instantly shocked into annihilation powder!

Seeing Mo Long's hand, Gu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold flash flashed in his eyes. He has to admit that this Mo long is really strong. This hand alone is powerful.

The oppressive force and space above the giant fist are constantly moaning.

"Shua"

When his mind moved, the ghost steps of life and death showed up. He quickly escaped the attack of the giant fist of spiritual power and appeared in the palm of Mo Long's back. The spiritual power gathered and radiated violent power.

"What a fast speed." many people at the scene turned pale, and their eyes could only keep up with the speed of the ancient wind. Mu Cheng's eyes flashed a sneer. He had seen the horror of ancient wind speed. This is just the fur.

"Fire yuan burst."

Gu Feng gave a cold drink and stamped on Mo Long's back.

"Well done."

Mo long shouted and stabbed the long gun in his hand at the palm of the ancient wind.

"Bang"

The dull voice came, and the ancient wind was directly shocked by Mo Long's shot.