Peerless God of War

He didn't believe that the boy who made the snow cold palace and their blood palace disheartened would be killed so easily. If so, they wouldn't bother so much, but they couldn't help the boy.

"Elder Xue long, you think too much of that boy. To put it bluntly, at best, he is just a five heavy boy in the soul forging realm. He can't bear such a powerful attack." the middle-aged man in the dark Pavilion smiled and said that such a powerful attack can be regarded as the six heavy martial arts cultivation in the soul forging realm. He will also be seriously injured. How can that boy be safe.

"Hum."

Xue long glanced at the middle-aged man in the dark Pavilion. He didn't have much, but stared at the smoke filled area.

"Old and immortal, when our dark Pavilion rises, your blood hall will be trampled under our feet." the middle-aged man in the dark Pavilion looked at the old man's back, er, and his face was a little gloomy. I think they were not afraid of the blood temple when the dark pavilion was in its heyday. Unfortunately, the vicissitudes of life have reduced their dark pavilion to this point. However, as long as the little Lord can control the Cangwu hall, their dark Pavilion will rise again.

"Hiss"

A voice broke through the air, and a sharp sword light directly tore the place filled with smoke and dust, as if it had directly split the space in front of it in two. A purple sword with a length of about one foot flew from the earth below.

"Be careful!"

Xue Long's face changed greatly and shouted loudly. The sword meaning on the sword awn surprised him very much. He quickly flashed aside. The blood demon sword in his hand also shook slightly. Several sword lights flew out and stabbed at the sword.

"Puff, puff..."

Several crisp sounds came, and the bloody sword light was directly pierced, while the purple sword awn was castrated and crossed a strange arc in the air.

"Poof..."

Then came the sound of blood splashing, and several figures fell from the air. Kill several people. Although these people are only the first and second martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, no one thought that they didn't even have a chance to dodge in the face of such a sword.

"It's very fast to escape." the cold voice came, and a figure also shot out from the smoke. It's the ancient wind. His clothes were broken. There was a foot long wound on his chest. The blood dyed his clothes red. Gu Feng's face was a little pale, but the wound healed quickly with the naked eye.

"How could it be?" Xue long looked at the ancient wind and his face changed slightly. His blood demon sword was refined with blood sacrifice. Over the years, he has killed many bear abused monsters and refined them with their refined blood. The blood evil spirit contained in the blood demon sword is very cruel. The wound caused by it is very healed, even eroded by the cruel blood evil spirit, and the wound will continue to fester. But the boy was not affected at all, and he was still healing rapidly.

Gu Feng looked at the surprised Xue long, pulled slightly at the corners of his mouth and said, "are you surprised? That blood evil force is really strong, but it doesn't play any role for me, but it has become my tonic."

"Damn it." Xue long doesn't think the ancient style is lying. In particular, he clearly felt that the spiritual power of Gufeng was still increasing a little, and his face became a little ugly.

"Hoo..." took a deep breath, and Xue long looked at the ancient wind with a dignified face: "there are more heroes than young people. You are really strong, but it's a pity that you are too ostentatious and offend people who shouldn't offend. You are doomed to die. Today, so many of us are here again, and you can't escape."

"Escape? Who said I'm going to escape? You can't kill me yet." Gu Feng's eyes swept several people, and a flash of senhan's killing intention flashed in his eyes.

"Boom"

The powerful momentum radiated from the ancient wind's body, and the blood gas surged into the sky. It was the power of blood, turning into a blood dragon roaring in the air.

"Kill."

The ancient wind gave a low cry and quickly stepped out, leaving residual shadows in the sky. In an instant, it appeared in front of the four martial practitioners in the dark Pavilion. His fist blew out, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth was boiling, and countless spiritual powers converged towards his fist.

"Blood yuan remnant finger." the Wu Xiu of those dark pavilions changed slightly. They all drank loudly. The spiritual power in their bodies rushed towards their right index finger, and then pointed to the ancient wind.

The space vibrates, and the bloody light penetrates the space and shoots at the ancient fist with very terrible power.

"Hum."

With a cold hum, the ancient wind's fist fell down.

"Puff, puff..."

Under the fist attack of the ancient wind, several bloody lights were directly broken and turned into nothingness.

"How could it be?" they all screamed. Xueyuan remnant finger was their unique skill in the dark Pavilion and a high-level martial art of Xuanpin, but they couldn't stop the ancient style. Looking at the falling fist, their eyes flashed with fear. However, the surrounding space has been blocked by the ancient wind, and they can't escape at all.

"Hateful." the middle-aged man in the soul forging realm roared, "boy, don't be proud. The young Lord will never let you go."

"Young Lord? Then let him come. I also want to see what kind of cow, ghost and snake god he is." Gu Feng said expressionless, and his fist continued to blow.

"Boom"

The bright light bloomed, and the spiritual power gathered towards the ancient wind fist burst open in an instant. The four bodies of Wuxiu in the dark Pavilion were submerged by the terrible energy and turned into a blood mist.

"Gulu..." the ancient wind is so fierce that the remaining six martial arts practitioners in the snow cold palace and the blood hall are ugly. Although among them there was one soul forging realm Liuzhong and two soul forging realm Wuzhong, they were afraid of the ancient customs.

"How could this boy be so strong?" on the roof in the distance, Wu Xingyu looked at the great display of his divine power and killed one of the five strong people in the soul forging realm and four ancient customs of the first martial arts in the soul forging realm, and his face became extremely gloomy. He is also the quintuple cultivation of soul forging realm. It's not difficult to kill the four people, but he can't kill them like the ancient style. He had seen the battle between Gufeng and Hou yuan and Niuben before. Now it seems that Gufeng didn't show all his strength at that time.

"Young patriarch, this boy is very dangerous. Do you want your subordinates to solve him now?" beside Wu Xingyu, the old man's eyes are also shining with dignified light, looking at Wu Xingyu and saying.

"No, this boy is strong, but after all, he's just the fourth level of soul forging realm. I believe the rest of them will be enough to solve him. It's inconvenient for us to fight, otherwise it will be quite troublesome for our animal sect." Wu Xingyu took a deep breath and said. Of course, he also wants to kill ancient customs here, but when he thought of the consequences, He chose to give up.