Peerless God of War

The finger of God and devil fell, rippling with terrible God and devil pressure, the void burst, and the space debris kept falling.

"Disappear completely!"

The voice of the ancient wind was full of cold and fierce. The God and devil cracked his fingers and shook the heaven and earth. With a terrible breath, he pressed down on the virtual devil. The light of terrible gods and Demons flickered and turned into beams of light, penetrating the body of the virtual devil general.

Ah!

The shrill scream rang out, and the rolling magic Qi was dispersed and purified by the array. The virtual devil will make full use of his magic skills and empty his body. However, in the face of such a terrible attack, his magic skill that can make his body empty and immune to attack has no effect at all. The light beam pierced his body and became riddled with holes.

His breath quickly weakened.

The virtual devil echoed the shrill scream in the qingluan refining tripod, and let Wang Haoran, who had been watching here from a distance, turn pale. His eyes were full of fear, obviously because of the strength of the ancient wind.

The virtual devil's body gradually disappeared under the attack of the divine devil's light. Even if he could be virtual, there was only a dead end under the terrible power of the divine devil's crack heaven finger.

When the God devil crack sky finger disappears, the breath of the virtual devil will also completely disappear. This time, it is completely dead.

In the qingluan refining tripod, Gu Feng's face was pale and his body was shaky in the air. The use of the second finger of the God and devil splitting heaven finger and the movement of heaven and earth consumes too much spiritual power. With his current spiritual power intensity, he only uses it once, and the spiritual power in his body has been exhausted.

Gu Feng's face was pale. Looking at Wang Haoran in the qingluan refining tripod, he pulled a cold smile and said, "Wang Haoran, now is your best chance to kill me. Don't you intend to try?"

Looking at Gu Feng's smile, Wang Haoran's clenched palm relaxed. He just looked at Gu Feng's weak appearance and really planned to kill him with the momentum of thunder. However, the words of the ancient style made him doubt that it was the ancient style that deliberately showed weakness to him.

"Idiot."

Looking at his dignified face, Wang Haoran stared at him with vigilance, and a hidden mocking smile was pulled from the corners of the ancient wind's mouth. Now he is really very weak. Even if his physical strength is strong, he can't make any strength now. If Wang Haoran chooses to fight him at this time, he will die.

However, Gu Feng knew that Wang Haoran was suspicious and cautious, so he said it deliberately, just to make him doubt and dare not act rashly, so as to buy him some time to restore his spiritual power.

It only takes a little time, and the spiritual power in his body can be restored. There is no need to worry about Wang Haoran's sudden move.

The ancient wind stands in the sky, and the life and death of the body seizes the power of heaven and earth. The clusters of heaven and earth essence rushed into the ancient wind's body as if it were the top.

"Cheated."

Seeing this, Wang Haoran's face changed. His face was very gloomy. He shouted angrily, palmed the sharp blade and rushed towards the ancient wind.

On the palm of his hand, his spiritual power gathered, like a blade, cutting the space and making a creaking sound.

"Did you find out now? It's too late."

The ancient wind pulled a sneer at the corners of his mouth, his body gently burst, and the light of the stars bloomed. He turned into stars and was indestructible.

"Ding"

Wang Haoran's palm fell on the ancient wind's body and made a ringing sound, but the palm seemed to be cut on immortal gold, which was difficult to get into every inch.

His face changed greatly. Although he had long known that the ancient wind was powerful, he didn't expect to be so strong. He can destroy the palm power of gold and silver, but he can't break the ancient style's defense.

"Kill."

With a low roar, the ancient wind's fist roared towards Wang Haoran. With one blow, the world shook. The light of the stars bloomed on his fist and roared forward with heavy and incomparable strength. The space that has not yet stabilized collapses step by step.

"Poof"

At such a close distance, Wang Haoran could not avoid. He was hit by a fist, and the blood gushed out of his mouth. He was hit by an ancient wind and broke his meridians and became a useless man. With the ancient and modern physical strength, even the seven heavy martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm dare not be hard connected, not to mention that Wang Haoran is only the four heavy cultivation of soul forging realm.

"You..."

Wang Haoran's fingers trembled. He felt that he had become a waste man, and looked at the ancient wind with a pale face. After more than 20 years of concealment, but years of efforts, all Huawei once had nothing. He looked at the ancient style with resentment in his eyes. If it were not for the ancient style, all these would move in the direction he expected.

"Although I really want to kill you now, I'd better leave your life to the hall Lord." the ancient wind seemed unaware of the venomous color in Wang Haoran's eyes and flew away from the qingluan refining tripod with his neck.

Outside the tripod, countless people looked at the calm qingluan refining tripod, and their faces were dignified. The vast power disappeared, and everyone was staring at him, because they wanted to know who won in the end.

A moment later, two figures appeared on the edge of qingluan refining tripod.

"It's ancient." someone exclaimed.

"This little guy is really unexpected." Fang Hui took a few deep breaths, and then showed a smile on her face. As for Nangong Cang, his face is bitter. Yes, he regards it as his own and devotes himself to teaching. He is actually a chess piece buried in Cangwu hall by the dark Pavilion. In order to destroy Cangwu hall and make the dark Pavilion rise again with the power of Cangwu hall, such a blow is not big for Nangong Cang.

"Temple Lord, he'd better leave it to you."

The ancient wind threw the abandoned Wang Haoran in front of Nangong Cang and said indifferently. In this Cangwu hall, except for a few people, ancient customs have no feelings for others. Perhaps this has something to do with what he has experienced before. He has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relations and has already known it in his heart.

Nangong Cang also heard the indifference in the ancient style tone and smiled bitterly. The ancient style, once a waste of the outer hall, even after the strong rise of the ancient style and the awakening of the talent of life style, he still didn't pay attention to the ancient style. Even after learning that the ancient wind had offended the forces such as the golden wolf family, he once dissuaded Su Qian and Mo Lisheng from going into the muddy water, because in his heart, Wang Haoran was the hope of Cangwu hall. But now it seems that everything is ironic. It is really ridiculous that he valued his disciples as one of the culprits who wanted to destroy Cangwu hall.