Peerless God of War

Mo long looked at the ancient wind blown away, sneered and shook his palm. The Lingli fist roared out again and blew towards the ancient wind. However, the speed of this Lingli giant fist is obviously several times faster than the last fist.

"Thunder sword formula, sword roaring and thunder!"

The long sword in the hand of the ancient wind radiated the light of silver, and there was a sound of thunder in the hall. Following the crowd, they saw that a sword like lightning cut out of the long sword in the ancient wind's hand and blasted at the Lingli giant fist.

Jinglei sword Jue is a Xuanpin eighth level martial art, and its level is definitely not low. When you have reached a high level of cultivation, you will be able to trigger the thunder of heaven and earth and assist the attack. The power is quite powerful. However, the current ancient style obviously can't do that. Otherwise, even the strong ones in the soul forging realm should weigh it. After all, the power of thunder is very powerful.

"Bang!"

The sword Qi and the Lingli fist collided with each other, and an extremely powerful wave suddenly broke out. The surrounding floor was directly turned into powder, and the strong wind roared and swept away.

Blocking the Lingli giant fist, the ancient wind looked cold and had a cold killing intention in his eyes.

"Thunder sword formula, sword cut thunder."

The low voice sounded, and the long sword in Gu Feng's hand trembled slightly. A trace of heaven and earth aura was pulled out by him from the surrounding space and turned into a light arc like lightning around the long sword.

Immediately, he waved his sword. In the square, suddenly, the sound of thunder exploded. The dull sound of thunder made many people's hearts jump with it, and their eyes also flashed a striking color involuntarily.

Of course, they know what this is. The artistic conception, the heart moves with the mind, and the sword moves with the heart. Not everyone can understand this state, even the strong people who forge the soul can not understand it. At least, no one understands the artistic conception.

Artistic conception is divided into three realms: mind, true meaning and abstruse meaning. And what this ancient custom inadvertently understands is not very strong, it should be just the intention.

"This boy can't stay."

Bai Dong's eyes were gloomy, and there was a cold killing intention in his eyes. Even as the opposite, he has to admit that this ancient style is really strong and powerful beyond his imagination.

If we let such enemies grow up, it will be absolutely devastating to their white family. Now they have become an immortal situation with the ancient style, so in any case, we should destroy this boy before he grows up.

"Deacon Mu Cheng, no wonder you said before that even if you can't make friends with the ancient style, don't offend him. He does have this capital." the blue skirt woman's full chest fluctuated a few times and breathed a sigh of relief. There was a dignified color in her beautiful eyes, and a flash of brilliance.

Mu Cheng's face was also shocked. The talent of this wind is really abnormal. It's embarrassing that he has understood his mind at this age

"Firefly light!"

The surrounding exclamations made Mo Long's face a little gloomy. Originally, he should be the protagonist. Unexpectedly, he was robbed of the limelight by the boy who didn't know where to jump out in front of him, which directly filled his anger value. His big hand suddenly stretched out, and the bright spiritual power gathered in his palm.

"Big day dragon boxing!"

The dazzling golden light broke out from the sky. Immediately, the golden light condensed and turned directly into a golden sun about half a Zhang. In the hot sun, you can clearly see a swimming dragon swimming, exuding endless majesty. When the hot sun appears, the temperature of the whole space rises for it, full of a sense of oppression.

The ancient wind's eyes are slightly narrowed. This big day dragon spring Mo long just got it at the auction a few days ago. I didn't expect to succeed in cultivation so soon. His talent can be seen in general.

"Boom!"

In the sky, the bright golden light suddenly turned into ten thousand golden lights and burst out. The roaring sound was like thunder and spread in the sky. Immediately, it was suppressed towards the ancient wind with endless dignity and violence.

"Broken."

Mo long roared. What the sun dragon spring destroyed was to destroy the sword cut off by the ancient wind, and bring this extremely majestic force to press down against the ancient wind.

"Die!"

Looking at the ancient wind standing opposite, Mo long was even colder in his eyes. He drank fiercely. That round of big sun blasted down against the ancient wind. Even the martial arts cultivation in the same quintessential territory will be directly blasted into a mass of meat mud.

The golden light shrouded the whole body for ten feet. The heavy pressure and the ancient wind of oppression made a sound of hunting. His eyes were slightly frozen, his hands were heavy, he grasped the long sword in his hand and stabbed it at the big day.

"I don't know what to do."

Mo long looked at the action of the ancient wind, and a sneer of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. Dari Longquan is the eighth level martial art of Xuanpin. In addition, the power of dari Longquan is even higher because of the extraordinary blood essence of demons and beasts he uses. The ancient wind is so direct to the big sun Longquan that it is an act of seeking death.

"Ding!"

On the long sword, a sharp blade was shot, which stabbed the sun heavily, slowing it down.

"Buzzing!"

The long sword withstood the sun, and a terrible force poured down, bending the whole sword body.

"Come out."

The ancient wind whispered, and the two Qi of life and death surged in his elixir field. A small imperceptible two Qi of life and death entered the big day along the long sword. Closely following, the ancient wind felt that the terrible power slowly disappeared, and the bright light emitted from the big day became dim. A few breaths, the dazzling Obsidian day, completely disappeared in everyone's stunned eyes.

"Boy, what did you do?"

Mo long was stunned for a moment and reflected it in an instant. His eyes were cold. Da RI Longquan suddenly disappeared. It must be related to the ancient style. At the same time, his heart was also shaking inexplicably. He had seen the power of Da RI dragon boxing when he was practicing. But he was easily broken by this boy, and didn't even cause a little wave. How can he not be surprised.

Gu Feng grinned and ignored Mo Long's words. He stepped on the ghost steps of life and death and appeared in front of Mo long like a ghost. At the same time, he clenched his right hand and waved directly at his face door.

The fist was enlarged in front of him. Mo long was surprised at the fast speed of the ancient wind, but the reflection was not slow. His head tilted next to the king and avoided the ancient wind's fist.

However, the strong wind brought by the fierce fist still scratched his white face, which cracked a small hole, and a trace of blood seeped out. On that white face, it is particularly bright.