Peerless God of War

However, although the speed of Bishui is fast, he is a little far from the ancient wind, and the speed of the blood devil soul eating knife is fast to the extreme, and she can't catch up with it at all.

"Hum"

A cold cry came at this time, and everyone felt the instant condensation of space. The blood devil soul eating knife shot at the ancient wind slowed down because the space around him began to solidify.

"Broken"

A low cry, with a trace of anger, sounded, and the blood devil soul eating knife, which was comparable to the local treasure, burst in a moment, turned into countless fragments and fell down.

Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but put down their hearts.

"Bang"

At this time, the attack that Bishui hurled at Mu Xiong also fell on him, which directly drove him to vomit blood and fly out.

"Bastard, despicable guy, you admit defeat and dare to kill brother Feng. I'll kill you." Lei Hu roared and rushed towards the Mu Xiong, kicking him to the ground. Although Mu Xiong's strength is terrible, his previous battle with Gu Feng has consumed him greatly. In addition, he was hit by the attack of blue water. It is the end of a powerful crossbow. Although Lei Hu is only seven heavy in the soul forging realm, he can still beat him violently.

"Lei Hu, all right, go away."

Gu Feng came over, looked at Lei Hu and said.

"Brother Feng, this bastard dares to Yin you and let me kill him." Lei Hu said angrily.

"No, elder Dugu is here. He will deal with this mu Xiong naturally. If you kill him, I'm afraid you will bear the responsibility," Gu Feng reminded.

"Mu Xiong, ha ha..." a cold and fierce light flashed in Gu Feng's eyes and kicked him out directly.

"Bang"

The Mu bear's body flew up and was kicked out a hundred feet by the ancient wind. The crowd couldn't help jumping when they looked at Mu Xiong's cracked body. This ancient custom is definitely not a good man. I'm afraid it's difficult for mu Xiong to make progress all his life. This guy is really the Lord of vengeance.

In the sky, Dugu Qingtian didn't say anything about the ancient wind's action. After all, this time it was Mu Xiong who was wrong first. After he failed to admit defeat, he still wanted to kill secretly. All this is his own fault.

At the scene, the tens of thousands of disciples looked at Mu Xiong with meaningless sympathy in their eyes. All this was the result of his own fault.

"Well, after today's event, you can all go back, but remember, we can compete with each other, but we can't fight for life and death. Do you understand?" Dugu Qingtian glanced at the crowd and said slowly.

"Yes, I will follow." they bowed and saluted respectfully, then glanced at the ancient wind and cloud platform one by one and left quickly.

There is no doubt that today's battle and the final result will spread all over the Immortal Dragon's gate at a whirlwind speed. The strength shown by the ancient style has far exceeded the scope of soul forging realm. Even in the face of the strong who have just entered the soul condensing realm, they also have the power of a war. Now, the ancient wind is just a seven fold martial cultivation in the soul forging realm, and its battle can be called terrible.

"Let's go, let's leave too." Gu Feng looked at Bishui and said. This time from the battle, his consumption was also great. Under the blessing of the pattern of gods and demons, the power of the God devil crack finger exceeded his imagination. But similarly, that kind of consumption is also extremely huge, and it is also a great burden on his body. His current physical body is just able to barely support it.

"I'd better go to the Dragon Pavilion sometime." Gu Feng said secretly in his heart.

The storm of challenge really set off a wave in the Immortal Dragon's gate, but it was only among some inner disciples. The disciples of the peaks of the Immortal Dragon's gate didn't care much. Although the cultivation of this ancient style is strong, it is only a martial cultivation in the soul forging realm after all. The reason why he can defeat Mu Xiong is that Mu Xiong suppressed his cultivation in the seven levels of soul forging realm. If Mu Xiong's strength is not sealed, I'm afraid he can solve the ancient style.

Therefore, the current ancient customs are still too weak for their disciples who really enter the peak cultivation, at least it seems so now. When the ancient wind really enters the cultivation of each peak, maybe they can pay a little attention to him, but now it seems that it's too early.

For these things, the ancient wind didn't care. Now he is sitting cross legged on the third floor of Xingchen mountain, absorbing the pure and incomparable power of stars. Under such absorption, the spiritual power in his body was also gradually enhanced.

In the next month, as long as the star mountain is opened, the ancient wind will come here for cultivation. With his efforts, his realm has finally broken through to the eight levels of soul forging realm.

At the time of breakthrough, a spiritual light column directly tore the space and attracted thousands of stars to converge towards him. The stars twinkled and formed a vague void around the ancient wind.

After breaking through the eight levels of soul forging realm, the ancient wind can feel that his body has also climbed to a higher level. With his current strength, even the martial arts cultivation at the peak of soul forging realm can win.

After the breakthrough, the ancient wind went directly to the Dragon Pavilion.

Dragon Pavilion is the most special place of Immortal Dragon's gate. It stores the skills and martial arts of Immortal Dragon's gate. Any one of them can make the outside world crazy.

However, the Dragon Pavilion is also the most strange place of the whole xianlongmen. Not all disciples can get what they want. Everything depends on their own opportunities.

The ancient wind came to the Dragon Pavilion and looked at the seven storey tower, which was only tens of feet high but hundreds of feet high. It also had an unimaginable shock in his eyes. The tower doesn't look so majestic, but it exudes a momentum of self-respect and heaven and earth as the center. There is a Fairy Spirit winding around it, like a swimming dragon.

Under the tower is a white haired old man. He was half lying on a rattan chair, and his eyes did not lift slightly because of the ancient wind.

"Dragon Pavilion, every disciple can only enter once a year, and only one martial art or skill can be selected from it every time. If you are promoted, you can enter again." the old man's voice came.

"I see."

Gu Feng nodded. Before he came here, Dugu Qingtian had told him some precautions, especially for the old man guarding Longge.

Gu Feng also knew that he could be sent to guard the Dragon Pavilion. The old man was definitely not as simple as he looked.