Peerless God of War

"How could I be defeated by you boy." Mo long was like a crazy devil, with hair and hair. On him, a bloody spiritual power rose, with a thick spread of bloody gas.

"Captain, don't." looking at the ancient style in such a state, the indifferent faces of the disciples of Xuehan palace couldn't help but change and roar.

"Shura hand."

But Mo long didn't listen to them at this time. He roared. His arm burst violently at this time. The blood condensed into a bloody palm, emitting a vicious smell, and grabbed it towards the ancient wind.

"Ha ha, boy, go to hell. If you can die under my Shura's hand, you can die well."

Mo long laughed wildly, with a happy smile in his eyes, as if he had seen the ancient wind die in front of him.

"If you want to kill me, you are not qualified." Gu Feng pulled a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The Shura hand is really terrible. The energy escaping from it is even wrinkled in space. It is powerful and unparalleled. It is definitely a martial art at the peak of Xuanpin.

But the price is also quite serious. It takes an arm as the price.

"Ha ha, boy, I see how you can stop me." Mo long sneered cruelly. With this move, even the seven heavy martial arts cultivation of the quintessence has killed him. He doesn't believe that the ancient wind can take it down.

"Drink."

The ancient wind's eyes were dignified and roared, and the bright glass light rose from his body.

"Stars, glass body, big collapse fist." a low voice came, the light of glass was great, and the bright fist also blew at the bloody palm.

Fist palm collision, a moment, terrible energy burst. The light of the colored glass and the blood light devoured each other, and the surrounding trees were turned into powder under the collision of the two energies.

"Boom."

Another terrible voice came, and the terrible energy disappeared in an instant.

"How... How is it possible?"

There was an incredible color in the eyes of the Mo long, and his Shura hand was blocked. The faces of the disciples of the snow cold palace behind Mo long also showed a look of horror. The ancient wind actually touched the Shura hand.

They all know the strength of Shura's hand. They never thought that a martial cultivation in the quintessence five areas could be intercepted.

The ancient wind's eyes flashed with excitement. He looked at the fist emitting bright light. This big collapse fist is a mysterious peak martial art recorded in the glazed body. It is really strong.

"Captain, the other party is too powerful. Let's run quickly."

The disciples of Xuehan palace jumped to the pale Mo Long's voice and whispered.

"Damn it, I'm really unwilling." Mo long said with hatred. But he also knew that there was only a dead end to staying. He lost an arm and his vitality was seriously damaged. He was not an opponent of the ancient style at all. Now we can only leave first, return to the sect gate and bring people back.

"Want to go?" the corners of the ancient wind's mouth pulled a sneer: "come and go if you want. It's too simple for you to think."

"Whew."

The huge dark shadow fell from the sky, carrying heavy pressure, and stepped heavily on the Morong people. That shadow is naturally the Titan giant ape. When the ancient wind fought with Mo long, the Titan giant ape had climbed the big tree on one side and waited for the opportunity to move.

The pupils of several people were locked. One of the disciples of Xuehan palace pushed Mo long out with his palm.

"Boom."

At the moment when Mo long was pushed out, the disciples of Xuehan palace were also hit by Titan apes, and suddenly filled with dust and smoke. Layers of blood mist spread.

When the dust and smoke dispersed, the disciples of Xuehan palace had been smashed into meat mud, and those who died could not die.

"Gollum."

Looking at the miserable death of those Xuehan palace disciples, Gu Feng couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. The Titan ape was so cruel that he used such a simple and cruel way. However, this way, he likes it.

"Bastard, bastard..." Mo Long's eyes were cracked and roared madly. The disciples of Xuehan palace who came out with him died, which made him very angry.

"You'll die, too."

Gu Feng turned his head and looked at Mo long with a sneer.

"You... You can't kill me." looking at the cold eyes of the ancient wind, Mo Long's body also raised a chill.

Gu Feng ignored him and slowly advanced with a long sword in his hand.

"Don't come here. Do you know that my father is the elder of the punishment Hall of Xuehan palace. If you kill me, you will be chased by the whole Xuehan palace." Mo long said with a pale face and panic. However, in the frightened eyes, there was a cold awn that was hard to hide,

Now his strength is damaged. In his eyes, he is not an old-fashioned opponent at all.

The old wind frowned gently and stopped. The elder of the penalty hall is really a trouble. The penalty Hall of Xuehan palace, like the penalty Hall of Cangwu palace, has a high status, which is beyond the control of ordinary people.

The fact that Mo Long's father is the elder of the penalty Hall shows his strength.

"If you dare to hurt me, Xuehan palace will let you die without a place to bury." looking at the ancient wind frowning, Mo Long's face also showed a color.

"It's really an idiot." Gu Feng sneered, his body trembled, and the cold light disappeared. Suddenly, a sad cry came out, and a scar appeared on Mo Long's face.

"Are you threatening me?" the ancient wind said indifferently.

Mo Long's hands covered his face, blood seeping constantly, ancient wind, cold eyes, no emotion, let alone pity and sympathy. He never shows mercy to the enemy. Even if he knew that the other party was powerful, he would not stay. Because he knew that even if he let him go, he would not be grateful, but would only lead to countless retaliation.

When the sword was wielded, Mo Long's fingers were cut off directly.

"Ah..."

At this time, Mo long was like a fierce ghost, ferocious and terrible, and his body twitched slightly. Now he is suffering abnormally. That kind of pain comes not only from the body, but also from the heart and spirit. Now the old custom really kills him.

"Bastard, I will never let you go." Mo long shouted ferociously.

"You won't have a chance. If you kill you, no one will know that I killed you." the ancient wind smiled faintly, raised the long sword in his hand, and the cold killing intention spread.

At this time, Mo long finally felt what was called fear. Indeed, if Gu Feng killed him, I'm afraid no one knows that Gu Feng killed him. At that time, even if you want revenge, you can't find anyone.

And he also knew that with the talent of ancient style, I'm afraid he will touch the soul forging realm soon. At that time, I'm afraid no one in the soul forging realm can kill him.

"If you let me go, I will let Xuehan palace give you Kung Fu, martial arts and even Xuanpin treasure." Mo long begged for mercy.

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Gu Feng ignored him. A bright light cut through the space, and Mo Long's eyes gradually dimmed.