Peerless God of War

Zhuo Chengping's face was full of struggling color. His eyes were clear for a while and covered with black awn for a while. His palm was also full of spiritual power. It was only an inch away from the ancient wind's neck. He could pinch the ancient wind's neck with a little force.

When he was struggling like this, the light of stars like a cocoon on the ancient wind turned into countless streams and entered his body.

"Don't hesitate, kill him, kill this guy, shuiqianrou is yours." the temptation voice rang in Zhuo Chengping's mind. With incomparable temptation.

"Who, who are you? Come out." Zhuo Chengping's face changed, the black lines on his face became thicker, and his face changed greatly and roared.

"I am you." the voice sounded again, and then Zhuo Chengping felt a whirl of heaven and earth. In front of his eyes, there was a black robe and a winding figure with evil spirit. The figure's face was covered with black magic Qi, which surged and exposed his face. The man was pale, with an evil smile on his mouth, and his eyes were full of evil Qi, which was extremely evil.

What surprised Zhuo Chengping most was that the man was just like him, but his body was full of evil Qi.

"Impossible? How could you be me?" Zhuo Chengping stared at the evil spirit shrouded himself with a frightened face, full of disbelief.

What he practiced was the golden sun formula most inherited by Jin Jiawei. This skill is supreme to Yang and absolute righteousness. The figure opposite him is shrouded in magic Qi and emits a cold smell, which is completely opposite to the skill he practiced.

"I'm you. I know what's on your mind. You're jealous of him, so you want to kill him.": "kill him. As long as you kill him, shuiqianrou's woman will be yours."

"Go away, I want to kill him, but it's definitely not like to assassinate him like this. I want to defeat him openly." Zhuo Chengping roared.

"Defeat him squarely, not assassinate him like this." Zhuo Chengping flashed a painful look on his face: "you're not me, I won't be so mean."

Devil Zhuo Chengping smiled: "mean? Mean? What? As long as you can live, even mean? If you have this idea, you can only say that you are a coward. No wonder shuiqianrou doesn't look at you."

"I'm not a coward." Zhuo Chengping roared. At this time, the evil spirit surged and enveloped his whole person. In an instant, the scarlet light in his eyes bloomed and turned into a bloodthirsty light. The original golden power on the body was also mixed with a touch of black magic Qi, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Since you don't want to do it, let me do it instead of you. As for your body, leave it to me." Zhuo Chengping's voice was cold, with an evil smile on the corners of his mouth, and the spiritual power in his hand turned into a blade and stabbed at the ancient wind's chest.

However, when the palm of his hand was about to stab the ancient wind, the ancient wind with his eyes closed opened his eyes instantly. The stars surrounded his eyes and the starry sky emerged. In an instant, Zhuo Chengping was deeply trapped in a chaotic starry sky.

"What's going on?"

Such a situation surprised him.

"Bang"

His shouting fell, and a heavy blow came from behind his head, and then he fainted in the dark.

"What's going on? Such a strong evil spirit?" Gu Feng stood beside the fainted Zhuo Chengping, with life and death intertwined in his eyes. After checking Zhuo Chengping's body, he saw that there was a evil spirit intertwined in his spiritual power. The evil Qi was extremely evil, with a cold smell, which made people very uncomfortable.

But now he has no time to pay attention to Zhuo Chengping. The battle outside is very encouraging. Although with the help of Luan bumie and others, shuiqianrou can cope with it, but the other party still has many strong people, of which seven or eight people's accomplishments are equivalent to Wu YingYing and fengqingyang.

Although they killed many people, they also suffered a lot of injuries. Especially Luan bumie's brothers, seven people have been seriously injured.

"Ice and fire shine God pattern."

Mr. Jin, a white faced scholar, flashed a strange light in his eyes. With a slight stroke of the golden Tianling pen in his hand, the tip of the Tianling pen glittered with gold, drawing a mountain, which was hundreds of feet huge, and suppressed it towards Wu Yingying.

Although the mountains are only condensed by spiritual power, they are oppressed by terror. They seem to weigh tens of thousands of pounds.

Wu Yingying's face was pale. Her jade wrist, dragon and Phoenix rings, shone with light. The dragon and Phoenix sang together. One dragon and one phoenix flew out of it. The sound of dragon singing and Phoenix singing penetrated the whole audience and collided with the mountains.

"Hum, suppress it for me."

Mr. Jin, a white faced scholar, roared, and the Tianling pen in his hand drew again. The spiritual power gathered between heaven and earth. Instead, a golden mountain emerged and suppressed it towards the dragon and Phoenix.

"Bang"

A dragon and a phoenix collided with two mountains, making a sound of mourning, which turned into the diffusion of spiritual power, and the sky was broken under the collision of the two.

However, the two mountains let the terrible spiritual impact, just tremble slightly, or carry an irresistible trend to suppress Wu Yingying.

Wu Yingying looked at the two mountains in the sky. Her face was pale. The heavy breath oppressed her. There is no doubt that as long as these two mountains are pressed down, she will die.

Wu Yingying looked back at the shabby stone house, then closed her beautiful eyes and waited for the moment when the mountains fell and she died.

"What's the matter? It's not good to give up like this." a familiar joke sounded in Wu Yingying's ear. Closely following the familiar breath surrounded her, making her delicate body tremble. With a touch of surprise tears in her eyes, she looked at the figure standing beside her, which was not as high as, but infinitely broad.

"Ancient wind..." Wu Yingying whispered.

"There is another person, just let you be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks." Mr. Jin, a white faced scholar, looked at the sudden ancient wind, and his eyes fluctuated slightly. However, his face was indifferent, and the Tianling pen in his hand was a little bit empty. The two mountains were more powerful, and they fell down towards the ancient wind.

"Hum." the old wind snorted coldly, his body was fluorescent and there seemed to be a starry sky around him. As soon as he shook his fist, countless stars gathered on his fist, looked at the two mountains under pressure, and then blew out with a dull fist.

This fist, without any spiritual power fluctuation, even the terrible strength did not appear. It was a flat and light fist. However, at the moment of this fist, Luan immortal and shuiqianrou in the distance felt something in their heart. They forgot the past towards the ancient wind, and there was a shocking light in their eyes.