Peerless God of War

Mo long wiped his face and looked at the blood on his fingertips. His face suddenly changed. His white face as white as jade also became a little ferocious.

"Good, good, I didn't expect you to hurt me!"

Mo Longsen smiled and grabbed the palm of his hand, and the golden long gun fell into his hand. As soon as the gun body shook, a very sharp golden light burst out, and the golden light filled the whole square, rendering the whole square golden.

"Boy, if you can force me to use the Shura gun, even if I die, you should be proud!" holding the golden gun, the Mo dragon is like a god of war, with golden light surging and arrogant spirit soaring into the sky. However, in the golden light, there was a fierce breath rising slowly, which changed everyone's face slightly.

The fierce breath made his heart heavy.

"It's worthy of being a Xuanpin spirit weapon. This momentum alone is stronger than the martial cultivation of a quintessence eight fold territory." the surrounding crowd burst out startling cries and stared at the Shura gun in Mo Long's hand.

The ancient wind looked at the golden gun with extraordinary momentum, and his eyes narrowed. From above, he felt an extremely dangerous breath.

To be honest, Mo long is not willing to use Da Luo Jin gun to deal with ancient customs. He has an overwhelming advantage in his own realm. But the boy in front of him is too abnormal. If he wants to win, he must win. Only in this way can the Bai family see their strength and let them understand that standing with themselves is not a wrong choice.

Therefore, he was forced to use a real killer!

As soon as he got the big Luo golden gun, Mo Long's breath was that the water rose and the boat rose. Suddenly, he was extremely fierce and domineering. He stared at the ancient wind without saying more nonsense. The gun body shook and fell like a stick.

"Boom!"

The Shura gun danced, and the space was suppressed and distorted. The shadow of the gun radiated the power of terror and swept towards the ancient wind with the power of panic.

The ancient wind took a deep breath, and the spiritual power surged in his body, instilling it into the long sword in his hand.

"Buzzing."

The long sword trembled slightly, sending out bursts of sword sounds. A layer of sound waves visible to the naked eye spread around with the ancient wind as the center.

"Thunder sword formula, sword roaring and thunder."

The ancient wind was low, and the thunder suddenly sounded in the hall. The long sword in Gufeng's hand radiated silver light and suddenly cleaved at Mo long.

"Boom"

At this moment, the earth trembled and the space shook. The bottom of the two people's feet was destroyed by powerful forces in an instant, and then turned into powder and fluttered in the air.

At this moment, the terrible psychic storm swept wildly with an overwhelming momentum. Everyone around turned pale and a layer of psychic power blocked in front of him, blocking the psychic storm.

The two quickly separated, and then collided together. The whole hall continued to roar. Their eardrums really hurt.

The onlookers were stunned one by one. The confrontation between the two people was too fierce. Even the older generation strong men like Bai Tong and Mu Cheng were a little thirsty.

"This ancient style is too fierce. Can you stop the talented disciples of Xuehan palace?"

In the martial arts cultivation of the Bai family, a middle-aged man murmured, his face a little pale. If Mo long had been transferred to him, I'm afraid he would have died. Although he is also a quintessence of martial arts, he is not confident that he can compete with the ancient style.

"The long sword in the hand of the ancient wind seems not simple."

In the crowd, an old man in black stared at the long sword in Gufeng's hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and said. In this series of collisions, the long sword in Gufeng's hand was not destroyed by the Shura gun, but became stronger and stronger.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the long sword in Gufeng's hand. As the old man said, although each collision would be bent by the huge force on the Shura gun, it did not break.

It should be clear that the Shura gun in Mo Long's hand is a Xuanpin spirit tool. It can collide with it without damage. At least it needs to be a Xuanpin spirit tool.

"Xuanpin spirit weapon?"

Everyone's heart jumped. The rusty long sword was actually a Xuanpin spirit weapon? When did there be so many Xuanpin spirit tools.

"This is really a good play."

Wu Xiu, a Feng family from Qingcheng, looked at this scene and smiled. It was a worthwhile trip to see such a fierce battle.

"Bang."

After the ancient wind collided with Mo long again, they separated quickly, and their faces were all a little pale. Obviously, this fierce collision makes the consumption of both people not small.

"Where on earth did this little beast come from? Why is it so strong?"

Bai Dong's face was very bad. Originally, he thought Mo long had shot. Gu Feng was dead. Now it seems that he is not like this at all.

"Hey, hey, the genius of Xuehan palace? That's all."

Gu Feng sneered and said contemptuously.

"Arrogance, a small pure body double territory martial cultivation, dare to judge my snow cold palace and seek death."

The voice of the ancient wind fell, and suddenly a cold drink came from one side of the channel. Followed by a bright cold light flying out of the channel, the carrier's majestic momentum chopped over against the ancient wind.

As soon as Gu Feng's face changed, he quickly transported enough strength, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at the cold awn.

"Bang."

When the two phases collided, the ancient wind was directly shaken and flew backwards. Blood gushed out of his mouth along the way, and his face was instantly pale. The sudden situation surprised everyone, and then looked towards the channel. In the channel, a young man in white walked out slowly with a indifferent face. Behind him were more than a dozen young men and women in white, with proud expressions on their faces.

"Leng xuanran."

Looking at the man who appeared, Mo long could not help but frown. When Bai Dong saw the man, a happy look appeared on his face.

"Mo long, you are really a waste. Your accomplishments were forced to use the Shura gun by a boy in the pure body and dual environment, which really lost my face in the snow cold palace." Leng xuanran's low voice was cold, and glanced at Mo long coldly

"You..."

Mo Long's face changed and his eyes flashed angry, but he knew that he was not lengxuanran's opponent at all. This is the real favored son of heaven of Xuehan palace. Among the disciples of Xuehan palace, he ranks 11th. He is a martial artist in the eight fold territory of pure body, and his strength is very strong. Compared with it, his quintessential five cultivation is just a joke.

"Boy, are you ready to die?"

Leng xuanran ignored Mo long and looked at the ancient style with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"If you want me to die, try it."

Gu Feng grinned, with a senhan smile on his mouth, but his eyes were very dignified.