Peerless God of War

"Die."

The cold sound of the ancient wind came, and the black-and-white light flickered under his feet. Then, when the purple light crossed between heaven and earth, it pierced the space with a sharp sword. The shrill scream made people's hair tremble.

"Poof..." more than ten voices came, followed by several blood pillars flying high into the air. The more than a dozen martial arts practitioners who attacked the ancient wind were killed in an instant. There was a thin and flat wound on their Bo neck.

"I'm very satisfied with this person's pet." in the white bone sedan chair, the Yin pity voice came again and said with some interest.

The white bone sedan chair glittered and flew high into the sky. Obviously, the white bone sedan chair is also a rare treasure.

Gu Feng looked at the white bone sedan chair with a flash of light in his eyes. He absolutely didn't believe that the people in the sedan chair came to chat with him.

Sure enough, the voice of Yan Ning's Yin pity came from the white bone sedan chair: "that boy, hand over the inheritance you have obtained, and the other sitting and lying people will spoil you."

Gu Feng has a strange smile on his face. He is a pet. He also knows that, like a war pet, it is a tool to help his master fight. It's just that this man's pet doesn't have any status. To put it bluntly, he is a slave and cannon fodder for death.

"I just want a pet too. I think it's very appropriate to see you so arrogant." Gu Feng said with a slight sneer on his face.

"What are you talking about?" the light on the white bone sedan chair flickered, and some cold voices came out from inside.

"Let you go." Gu Feng's face was cold and shouted angrily.

The voice of the ancient wind was not big, but it was enough to spread all over the audience. Everyone looked at the young man in front of him with a surprised face. Except for some people who know the strength of ancient customs, others look at him like fools. After all, the person in the white bone sedan chair is Yan Ning, a frightening existence. Seven or eight of the people who came out of the Golden Gate died in his hands.

Among the crowd, Shen Lingshan looked at the ancient wind standing in the air, and a flash of brilliance flashed in her charming eyes. She could feel that the current ancient style was much stronger than before. Although there was no strong spiritual power fluctuation, she dared not underestimate her previous skill.

"It's just a kid without a brain." behind Shen Lingshan, the old woman looked at the ancient style, wrinkled her old face and couldn't help shaking her head. Yan ningzhiqiang, few people in the purgatory tower are his opponents. It is obviously unwise to conflict with ancient customs.

"Does my mother-in-law think that the ancient style overestimates her strength?" Shen Lingshan asked with a warped corner of her mouth.

"Yan Ning is very strong. I'm afraid even miss you are not his opponent." although the old woman didn't say it clearly, she has already answered Shen Lingshan's words. This ancient custom is to die again.

Shen Lingshan's ruddy lips flicked and said, "I don't think so."

Then a pair of charming eyes looked at the ancient wind.

"This guy is here too." Jun Luo looked at the ancient wind and said in his mouth.

"What do you think?" Liu mubai also looked at the ancient style, and a different color flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to normal and asked.

"Very strong. I can feel that his flesh is stronger than the last time we saw him. I'm afraid I can't win with him alone." Jun said solemnly. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he could not refute the dangerous feeling of the ancient wind.

"How could it be?" Qi Feng couldn't help exclaiming behind Liu mubai.

"This is a fact. I'm afraid the ancient style's flesh body has been sublimated to the utmost. That realm can be met but not sought. I believe you also know very well what it means to sublimate to the utmost." Liu mubai said.

The faces of Jun Luo and Qi Feng showed a touch of moving color. Qi Feng is not a body refiner. He doesn't know how terrible the extreme sublimation is, but he knows that it is better than Jun Luo, and he hasn't done that step. When you fall into the holy throne, the body refiner is very aware of the horror after extreme sublimation, physical sublimation, extreme sublimation, which has a terrorist power different from ordinary bodies.

Liu mubai looked at the ancient wind in the sky and wondered how strong he was.

In the sky, the white bone sedan chair glowed, and the thick white bones were gradually shrouded in blood.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance to be my pet or die." the cold cry came, and the Yin wind was blowing and cold to the bone.

The dark wind roared and hurt people's spirits. The spirit of the ancient wind flickered, and there was a tingling feeling, which made the ancient wind's face change.

"Yin cunning means." the ancient wind snorted coldly, and the sword intention soared to the sky, blowing away the cloudy wind all over the sky. The whole person was like a sharp sword, and the sword roared to the sky: "get out, or I'll kill you here."

The white bone sedan chair sent out the coldest breath, and a gloomy voice came out: "you are the first person who dares to call me Yan ningroll. I have seen many people who think they are right after getting some inheritance, but it's the first time for a person who is so arrogant as you."

"There's a lot of nonsense. Since you don't roll, fight." the ancient wind roared and shook his body. He disappeared from his place. When he appeared again, he had reached the top of the white bone sedan chair. His palm radiated light and vibrated gently, and the void also made a regular tremor. With terrible pressure, the ancient wind slapped the white bone sedan chair.

"Die."

The cold voice came from the white bone sedan chair. The runes on the white bone sedan chair flickered, and several blood spears appeared and stabbed at the ancient wind.

"Hua" looked at the sudden emergence of more than a dozen blood spears, and a surprised look appeared on their faces. These dozen blood spears are more terrible than before, and the number is a lot more. The blood evil spirit filled the air, which made the martial arts cultivation on the scene turn pale.

"Broken."

With a low roar of the ancient wind, his palm radiated light and blasted at the dozen bloody spears. The palm of the ancient wind radiates light with the power of heaven and earth. That's the power of heaven and earth branded when his body sublimates to the utmost. It's very terrible.

"Bang"

When the palm fell, those bloody spears disappeared in the void in an instant.

"Sure enough, I have some strength. No wonder I dare to be so arrogant." Yan Ning said unexpectedly in the white bone sedan chair.

"I don't want to be your enemy. If you retreat, I won't embarrass you." Gu Feng's face is solemn. He has many enemies now. It's obviously not a good thing to make enemies with Yan devil hall. However, if Yan Ning doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he doesn't mind teaching him a lesson.