Peerless God of War

There were only a few dozen people left at the scene, which was surprisingly quiet. Those hundreds of martial arts practitioners left very quickly. Within a few breathing times, they all left the hall.

It's no wonder that the strength they show is too terrible. Maybe hundreds of them can win, but they will win miserably. Moreover, it is almost impossible for them to keep the ancient customs.

What's more, many martial arts practitioners in the wasteland city know that shuiqianrou still has a plain cloud flag in his hand. The kind of national treasure that can become the royal family of Shuiyue has unparalleled power.

Shake gently and the mountains will fall apart. Although there are many of them, they can't help being attacked by such precious weapons. Just a few more times, hundreds of them will all fall here.

They are really greedy for the wind and thunder wings, but they will never trade their lives for them.

In the bronze hall, Lin Xuanyu and Wuyi also looked at each other. They were sweating in cold sweat. They didn't expect that the ancient wind had such a great deterrent that hundreds of people withdrew.

"Now without those troublesome guys, we can have a good fight." the split Mountain Gun looked like the black faced middle-aged with a cold voice.

That's right, but the cold killing intention emitted from boundless body made the black face middle-aged look a little pale. Although he is also the triple cultivation of soul forging realm, he knows that he is still much worse than boundless. The sense between them can't be compensated by the realm.

He also knew in his heart that this time, it was absolutely impossible to fart him like before. For today's plan, we can only fight to the death.

"If I'm afraid you won't succeed, I'll kill you if I fight for my life." the black faced middle-aged said with pity.

Looking at the black faced middle-aged man with boundless face and expressionless expression, a domineering momentum erupted in his body. Even the ancient style that is still a distance away from them can feel it.

With the spread of that domineering momentum, a thick and incomparable black spiritual power also emanated from his body. Black psychic power, whistling, with strong and incomparable pressure.

The black light converged towards his palm. The sound of thunderclap came, and everyone looked sideways. Then they saw that his palm had doubled, with black lines on it, and there was a complex Rune in the middle of his palm.

"Sure enough, it's a crack mountain gun. This guy is very strong. Even if he uses wind and thunder wings, I'm not his opponent." Feng Qingyang said solemnly.

After breaking through the triple level of soul forging, his spiritual consciousness is also more sensitive. Boundlessness makes him feel great pressure. Moreover, everyone knows that boundless, the strongest is his long gun. Once the long gun comes out, the gravel cracks the mountain. This is not just talk, but can really do it.

Gu Feng nodded with the same dignified face. The split mountain gun is boundless. It's not easy to compete with the top ten characters in the purgatory tower.

Looking at boundless, the black faced middle-aged face was sweating, and the palms of his hands were exuding a trace of sweat. However, the cold feeling on the black devil pestle in his hand gradually stabilized his frightened heart.

"Yes, I still have the black devil pestle and this first-class treasure." the middle-aged black face took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged into the black devil pestle.

"Buzz"

The black devil pestle trembled gently, and a strong black evil spirit gushed out, enveloping the surrounding area for more than ten feet with a fierce breath.

In the strong evil spirit, it seems that you can hear bursts of Yin wind roaring and frightened wailing.

At the scene, the ancient wind wrinkled their eyebrows, and the wailing sound came, which made their mood a little upset. As soon as his face changed, the spiritual power in his body surged, and the wailing sound was dispelled in an instant.

"Brother boundless, be careful, the black devil pestle is strange." Gu Feng warned, staring at the black devil pestle looming in the evil spirit. This black devil pestle can change people's mood. It's definitely not a simple treasure.

The black evil spirit surged, and then the figure of the black faced middle-aged man burst out of the evil spirit, with a tyrannical evil spirit on his body and red eyes. The black devil pestle in his hand hit the boundless pestle.

"Hum"

Boundless cold hum, footsteps are also a step on the ground. The lines on his right hand flickered and patted towards the black faced middle-aged.

The two figures, in the gaze of the people, collided fiercely. A huge noise came. Centered on the two people, the terrible energy also spread around.

"Hiss!"

The devil subduing pestle in his hand broke the space, like a touch of black lightning, carrying incomparably strong power and smashing it down to the boundless head. The black devil pestle is shining with black light. If it is knocked, even if it is boundless, it can only die on the spot.

Looking at the falling black devil pestle, the boundless complexion remained unchanged. His right hand was shining with black light, the rune in the palm was flashing, and the palm turned into a fine steel arm in an instant and grabbed it towards the black devil pestle.

"Bang"

The dull voice came, and the black devil pestle was grabbed by boundless. Then he made a fist with his left hand and shot at the black faced middle-aged man. This fist contains extremely terrible spiritual power, and the fluctuation is frightening.

The color of panic flashed on the middle-aged face of the black face. The black devil pestle emitted a dark light. The evil spirit surged and quickly gathered in front of him.

"Bang"

The boundless fist fell, and the black faced middle-aged man flew out with a pale face.

"Come on, kill him for me." he fell to the ground, and the black faced middle-aged man said to those men who followed him. Everyone looked at each other and shot at boundless. For them, it was tantamount to looking for death.

Looking at those of his men, they did not move, but quietly retreated. Black face's middle-aged face flashed anger. The black devil pestle in his hand rushed out and fell on those people.

"Ah..."

Screams came and went. When the evil spirit disappeared, there were only a dozen dead bones left at the scene. The evil spirit in the black devil pestle swallowed up all the flesh, blood and spiritual power of these people. After swallowing the flesh and blood and spiritual power of these martial arts cultivation, the evil spirit on the black devil pestle became more strong, and even the light of the blood evil spirit could be seen, and the terrible energy fluctuation came from above.

Magic weapon, this black magic pestle may be called magic weapon, which is more appropriate.

"Ha ha, boundless. If you want me to die, let's see who died today."

The black face middle-aged laughed with a crazy color on his face. Then the spiritual power in his body was instilled into the black devil pestle without reservation. The terrible waves came continuously, and the whole space was shaking.