Peerless God of War

"Ancient wind, stand back." Su Li swept the young man with a cold face, with a cold awn surging in her eyes.

"Do you hear me? Grab this little girl's skin. If someone asks for trouble in the back, I will bear it." the young man said coldly to the two people next to him.

The middle-aged man behind him has triple cultivation accomplishments in the later stage of condensing soul state, and his strength is also very strong. It is precisely because young people always make trouble on weekdays, so his father will let such a master accompany him.

"Yes."

Although the middle-aged man was reluctant, he knew that his opposition had no effect. The young man in front of him is arrogant and domineering. He is famous in the whole donglingzhou. Therefore, few people in donglingzhou are willing to provoke him. After all, the yingyue villa behind him has three powerful people who transform the divine realm. In donglingzhou, it is one of the strongest forces.

"This girl, I've offended." the middle-aged man looked at Su Li and said reluctantly. With a stroke of his palm, a pillar of fire gushed out and roared towards Su Li.

"Hum."

Su Lijiao snorted and shot quickly. The cold air spewed thin and blocked the pillar of fire. The two kept fighting in the air, filled with fire and cold, so that everyone present felt the double feeling of ice and fire.

Although the middle-aged man is a triple cultivation in the later stage of ningsoul realm, Su Li is not weak. Being able to become a disciple of tianqifeng is enough to prove his talent and strength. Therefore, Su Li did not fall in the lower hand, but vaguely occupied the upper hand.

With the passage of time, Su Li's advantages are becoming more and more obvious. The middle-aged man can only defend passively.

"Useless things." the young man saw the middle-aged man's retrogression by Su Li's slap, and his pale face flashed an angry color. He wants to get the woman he values. Especially Su Li's hot figure, coupled with the charming color on her face, the whole donglingzhou is difficult to compare with it. Su Li's figure made his blood spurt.

The young man looked at the sky. After a moment, he looked at the ancient wind. There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth. If he took the boy down, I believe the little beauty should be a taboo.

At the thought of this, the young man's spiritual power surged and punched directly at the ancient wind.

The space vibrates. The young man has a great cultivation in the soul state, and his strength is not weak. The surging spiritual power rushed towards the ancient wind, extremely fierce.

"Broken."

The ancient style on one side has been paying attention to the actions of young people, so when young people start, the ancient style is reflected quickly. The blue scale wrapped his fist, and the ancient wind blew at the spirit power.

"Boom"

The earth trembled, and the spiritual power of the young man was directly defeated. However, the ancient wind was also rushed by the spiritual torrent and flew back tens of feet away.

"Wow..."

There was an uproar at the scene, and many people looked at the ancient style with startled faces. Young people can all know that the young master of yingyue mountain villa is proud in cold days and has a great cultivation in soul condensing realm. Although it is accumulated by using pills, it is far from being comparable to a boy in soul forging realm.

However, the young man opposite, who obviously had only eight accomplishments of soul forging state, unexpectedly blocked the cold and proud fist, which surprised them.

"It's interesting to stop my fist..." Han Tianao didn't expect that his fist would be attacked by the ancient wind, especially the uproar around him, which made his face gloomy.

His fist did not seriously hurt the ancient wind, which was an insult to him. At present, his body was filled with cold, and the slightest cold condensed around him into an ice spear, glittering with forest cold light.

"Boy, hold your hands, otherwise, you will experience what life is better than death." the cold voice of Han Tianao suddenly dropped the temperature of the whole world.

The movement here naturally disturbed Su Li and the middle-aged man who were fighting in the sky. Looking at the ancient wind confronting the cold sky, Su Li's Willow eyebrows frowned slightly, but soon stretched out. The ancient wind is not the martial art of simultaneous interpreting the soul, but she also wants to see whether this ancient wind is like a hearsay, who can withstand the strong spirits of the strong soul.

"Girl, I advise you not to resist, or your younger martial brother will be killed by our young master." the middle-aged man looked at Su Li and whispered.

"That also needs him to have that ability." Su Li's face was full of indifference and looked at the middle-aged man. With a gentle grip of the palm, a cold air condensed and waved, and the cold air turned into an ice dragon and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly when he felt the smell of the cold. The cold air was so terrible that even the flame of his cultivation couldn't burn it up. He didn't dare to touch it. The middle-aged man quickly flashed aside.

Below, the battle also begins.

Han Tianao stabbed the ancient wind with a cold spear in his hand. On the tip of the spear, there was a forest cold light, and the cold air filled the air. Everywhere he passed, the space began to condense, and the cold and piercing breath filled the air.

Gu Feng's face was also slightly frozen. Although the cold sky was proud of its spiritual power, its spiritual power level was not low. Even among the spiritual power of the cold attribute, it was also very high.

The ancient wind dared not be careless. It was also a low roar all his life. His palms were photographed again and again. The palm power of the eight wasteland palms condensed into several palm prints containing desolation, which were proudly photographed towards the cold day.

"Hehe, Yingying's brilliance also dares to fight with the bright moon. Your attack is too weak." Han Tian smiled proudly and contemptuously. The cold ice spear in his hand pierced out, and several gun shadows filled the air. The palm prints photographed by the ancient wind were defeated, turned into desolation and disappeared.

This scene did not surprise the ancient style. Although the eight wasteland palms are powerful, they are only Xuanpin level after all. The cold ice spear in Han Tianao's hand is not ordinary and can't be compared at all.

"Overlord fist."

The ancient wind roared again, and the domineering fist idea filled the air. It seemed that there was a low sound of dragon singing between heaven and earth. Following the ancient wind, his hands were wrapped in blue light, filled with an atmosphere of supremacy, and rushed proudly towards the cold day.

That fist was terrible enough to shock the world. The faces of the surrounding crowd could not help changing slightly and retreated quickly. They looked surprised. Obviously, they couldn't imagine that the boxing meaning of the ancient style was so terrible.

"Hum, put on airs. I'll stab you with a spear." Han Tianao's face was cold and he roared, and his front hand suddenly stabbed Gu Feng's arm.