Peerless God of War

"Bang"

The energy storm was wanton, the Changhong in Gufeng's hand disappeared, and his fist pounded on Shura's palm. Under the fierce attack of the ancient wind, the Shura's palm burst with a roar. However, the ancient style's body shape was also shaken back by the strong palm power.

The fierce light in the gray clothes old man's eyes flashed by, and his body method was used. It appeared like a ghost. Now it was beside the ancient wind, and the long gun emitting a strong evil spirit stabbed the ancient wind directly.

The tip of the gun was dark, tearing the sky and stabbing the antique throat. This skill is really fierce. If it is an ordinary triple martial cultivation of soul forging realm, it can't escape this shot at all.

In the eyes of the ancient wind, the cold awn flashes, and the body emits fluorescence, which is covered by the color of glass. The 108 meridians in the star glass body and the ancient wind body have been opened. At the moment, he has cultivated the star glass body to the last 10%. Colored glass enters the body and stars protect the body. Return to nature. As his power increases, the power of the star glass body will become stronger and stronger.

There was a cold light in the ancient wind's eyes, and the light of colored glass gathered in his palm and turned into a square seal against the tip of the gun.

"When"

The sound of metal collision came, and the terrible strong wind pressed the clothes on them. However, the long gun in Mr. Mu's hand is difficult to enter.

"Get out of here," elder Mu said coldly. The spears kept coming out and stabbed the ancient wind like shadows blocking the sky and the sun. Those spears roared like angry dragons in the air.

Gu Feng's face was calm, with a chilly chill. His arms were raised gently, and a strong momentum spread. That momentum, along with the general trend of heaven and earth, set off here like a raging wave.

"Go away." the ancient wind also drank coldly. The fist was shrouded in the brilliance of colored glass, and the light of stars wrapped around his arm and blasted towards the gun shadow in the sky.

"Die."

Elder Mu looked at the ancient wind and pulled a sarcastic smile from the corners of his mouth. Although his black long gun is only a medium-level treasure of Xuanpin, its power is not weaker than some high-level treasure of Xuanpin. Since I got the gun, I don't know how many people died under it.

"Bang"

The ancient wind's fist passes through the gun shadow all over the sky, collides with one of the gun shadows, and makes a loud sound. The harsh sound made many people cover their ears involuntarily.

Elder Mu looked at the ancient wind, with a sarcastic color on his face, but soon the sarcastic color disappeared, and his face became ugly. Because he found that the spear did not pierce the antique fist. His shot was like stabbing a hard shield.

"Did you find it? The mysterious treasure is not a threat to me." the ancient wind sneered low. A terrible force was used in his body and blew down his arm.

"Roll." the ancient wind roared, and the terrible force blasted on the long gun without reservation. The power of terror was used, and the old Mu's body also flew upside down.

"Click."

The subtle but crisp voice changed the old Mu's face. He knew what it represented. The spear that helped him kill many strong people was blown out by the young man in front of him.

Old Mu was blown out by the ancient wind for tens of feet before he stopped. His arms trembled. The tiger's mouth holding the long gun was cracked, and the red blood was left continuously. In a short collision, he actually suffered such a big loss.

"This boy is not easy." elder Mu took a deep breath, forced himself to remain calm, looked at the ancient wind, and said in a hoarse voice, "as expected, heroes grow up young. You really surprised me. In this way, if you are willing to worship me as a teacher, I can spare you from dying."

"Wow" the scene couldn't help but be in an uproar. Each one looked at Mr. mu with an unbelievable color. Although this old thing is only the strong one at the triple peak of soul forging realm, it is because of the limitation of purgatory tower that he can't be promoted. Otherwise, he may already be the strong one in soul condensing realm.

Moreover, all the forces in the holy King City know that the old man has several high-level martial arts and skills in his hands, which many people want but can't.

Although the ancient style is also the triple soul forging realm, it is just a rising star in the eyes of those forces in the holy King City. It is recognition for elder Mu to say this.

With a disdainful smile on his face, the old wind said, "old man, if you want to accept me as an apprentice, you deserve it? I'm afraid it's hard for you now."

Gu Feng knows the power of his fist. Even if this old man is the triple peak martial cultivation of soul forging realm, he is much inferior to the real Tianjiao such as Shui qianrou. Even Yan Ning of the hell devil hall dared not take his fist. Although the old man seemed to be all right, he had already pulled a dark loss.

"Boy, since my kindness is regarded as a donkey's liver and lung by you, it seems that you and other future generations who don't know the heaven and earth, in order to avoid causing more disasters in the future, I decided to kill you here." the old man sighed, shook his head, and said as if he couldn't bear it. Then his voice suddenly became cold and pointed to the ancient wind: "kill!"

"Boom"

The Wu Xiu, who surrounded them, suddenly burst into a towering killing intention. The killing intention is long, intertwined in the air, completely blocking this space.

"Boy, do you see that with these dead men, you can't escape even if you cut your wings. It's too late to regret now." Fang Wen looked at the ancient wind with a look of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Regret?" the corners of the ancient wind's mouth sneered and swept Fang Wen coldly.

"Jinjiawei, kill." shuiqianrou palmed for a moment, and the golden light burst out on those jinjiawei. They stood in their respective positions. The golden spiritual power was linked together, and the vigorous spiritual power was constantly churning. That momentum was not weaker than the killing intention sent out by the dead.

"Whew"

The ancient wind and four people move together. Purple thunder and lightning pass through the air. The sound of wind and thunder suddenly rises. The powerful blade cuts the sky and crack the earth. Snowflakes fall in the frozen world. It is earth shaking. It has become a battlefield. The song of ice and fire is told here, and the legend will be continued here.

"Poof poof"

The purple lightning flashed across the space, several shadows were split in half, and the blood rain fell from the air. The sound of wind and thunder resounded through the heaven and earth. They were also two martial arts practitioners in the soul forging realm. They were hanged by the power of wind and thunder.

The blade that cut the sky and split the earth swept across, and three martial arts practitioners were cut by the waist. The ice and snow fell on the shoulders of those martial artists. In an instant, several people became ice sculptures. With a palm force, they were directly broken into ice slag.