Peerless God of War

"Ha ha, several bereaved dogs dare to come here. I think you are really impatient." in the crowd, a young man with a cold face swept Wu Hao and said with a sneer.

Wu Hao, Xiao Kun and you Qingfeng all looked ugly, but they soon recovered. With a sneer in their eyes, they said, "Lin Hao, this time we will get back the humiliation we suffered before."

Wu Hao and Lin Hao are also from Wangyue City, but the Lin family has great influence in Wangyue city. They all have a conflict of interest with Wu Hao, so in the end, the three also unite to deal with the Lin family. After arriving here, Lin Hao certainly won't let them go so easily. Although Lin Hao is also the seventh martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, he is stronger than the three of them, so he soon gathered several people. The previous three were surrounded by them and almost killed. Therefore, after cooperating with the ancient style, the first thing to do is, of course, to avenge Lin Hao.

For the proposal of the three, the ancient style has no objection. It's the same for everyone. The most important thing is that there are enough talismans.

"Get it back? Just the three of you and the two boys behind you who only have six levels of soul forging realm? It's a big joke. Ha ha ha." the young man named Lin Hao looked at the three people, glanced at the ancient wind and Thunder Tiger, and couldn't help laughing.

If Wu Hao and his disciples find the eight heavy martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, they will be afraid, but they obviously don't pay attention to the two six heavy boys of soul forging realm.

"Lin Hao, wait a moment to see if you can smile." Youqing Feng said coldly.

"Lin fan, since they want revenge, you can take them up to experience it." Lin Hao said to the cold young man behind him.

Lin Fan grinned and said, "don't worry, brother. They won't run away this time."

After a while, the five seven heavy martial arts cultivation in the soul forging realm behind him quickly spread out, surrounded the five ancient people, and they had a rune flashing in their hands, which imprisoned the space here.

"Lock up the Dragon array." looking at the runes flashed in the hands of several people, lines emerged, trapped the space here, and Wu Hao's face became gloomy for a moment. Although the lock and trap Youlong array is only a three-level spirit array, once it is launched, even the strong in the soul state will be trapped in it. Unless it is broken, it will be trapped forever.

The ancient wind is also curious to look at those lines. It is very mysterious. With his current soul power, he has been able to easily arrange the second grade spirit array. As for the third grade spirit array, the ancient wind can only arrange some relatively simple ones. An advanced array like the lock trap dragon array can't be arranged according to the current ancient style, but it doesn't prevent him from understanding the mystery.

"With this lock, you can't escape this time." Lin Fan said coldly looking at Wu Hao and others.

"There's a lot of nonsense," Lei Hu said impatiently. There is an ancient custom. These seven people are clowns.

"Boy, presumptuous." Lin Fan's face changed and roared. At the same time, behind him, a martial artist jumped out and rushed towards Lei Hu. In the palm of his hand, his spiritual power gathered and slapped Lei Hu.

"Lei Hu, you have to deal with this person yourself. You have just broken through to the sixth level of soul forging realm, which is a good opponent." Gu Feng looked at Lei Hu hiding behind him and said some unhappily. This guy was used to running away in the face of strong enemies, which made Gu Feng a little angry. Immediately kicked him in the ass and kicked him out.

"Ah..."

Lei Hu didn't expect that the ancient style would be so simple. He couldn't help shouting, but he also knew that the ancient style was for his good. He didn't dare to fill it immediately. The green veins on his arms puffed up, and the fierce breath spread. He blasted towards the seven heavy martial Arts cultivation in the soul forging realm.

"Bang"

When the two collided, Lei Hu was blown back, and his powerful force rushed into his body, making his blood churn constantly. But his flesh was strong, and the power did not do much harm to him.

"It really hurts." Lei Hu grinned.

Wu Xiu, the seven heavy soul forging realm opposite, looked a little ugly. Just now he hit each other. Although he blew Lei Hu away, his arm was also sore. Lei Hu's physical strength was so strong that he almost broke his fist.

"Hum, some doorways are coming." the seven heavy Wu Xiu of soul forging territory snorted coldly, his spiritual power gushed, and the galaxy surrounded him and rushed towards Lei Hu.

"Tiger spirit"

Thunder Tiger roared. There was a divine pattern on his forehead. It was a tiger pattern. At the moment when the tiger pattern appeared, his body also exuded a tyrannical momentum and collided with the seven heavy martial arts cultivation of the soul forging realm.

At the beginning of the war here, Lin Fan's face was a little gloomy. He didn't expect that a six heavy boy in the soul forging realm was so difficult to deal with, and he was still a body refiner.

"Go, kill them." Lin Fan waved his palm and rushed towards Wu Hao.

His eyes swept over the three of Wu Hao. Finally, his eyes fell on the ancient style. Looking at the thin appearance of the ancient style, it should not be very strong.

"Boy, die." Lin Fan roared. A bloody long gun appeared in his hand. The long gun trembled, filled with blood and cold. The long gun rushed towards the ancient wind like a blood python.

"Idiot."

Wu Hao looked at Lin Fan and took the initiative to attack the ancient style. The corners of his mouth were pulled with an imperceptible sneer. Without the eight cultivation accomplishments of soul forging realm, the perversion of ancient wind is looking for abuse.

In the distance, Lin Hao looked at the sneer on Wu Hao's face, frowned slightly, then looked at the ancient style, and found that he had no action, but he had a bad hunch in his heart. However, he couldn't figure out what ability a boy with six levels of soul forging state had to make Wu Hao show such an expression.

Lin Fan's spear was in his hand and his hand was powerful. The spear turned into a blood awn shape and made a sharp roar. Blood flashed and stabbed the ancient wind's throat.

"Go to hell."

Looking at the ancient style of support, Lin Fan flashed a blood thirsty excitement in his eyes and shouted in a low voice. He seemed to have seen the ancient wind's neck pierced by a long gun and blood gushing wildly. He was inexplicably excited at the thought of that scene.

Just when the long gun was about to stab Gu Feng's neck, Gu Feng raised his arm, poked out his right hand, and directly grabbed the bloody long gun in his hand.

"Hiss"

The scream of sharp pain came, and the shape of the blood Python collapsed directly, turned into a blood awn and disappeared.