Chapter 120

The stars in his body vibrated slightly, and a hazy starlight wrapped him in it.

The vague starry sky appeared, and the starry sky of Baidong trembled gently in the sky. Then the tremor became more and more intense, and then a scene that surprised everyone appeared. One by one, like meteors, fell from the star sky and fell into the ancient star sky.

"This..."

Everyone was surprised to see this scene, which had never happened before. They can be sure that the ancient wind also used the talent of stars at this time. However, they don't know why ancient wind doesn't want to expand the talent of stars. It should be clear that only by thoroughly developing the star talent can he give full play to his power.

"This guy, it seems that he has a big secret." Feng Shang's eyes stared at the ancient wind, flashing the essence light in his eyes and whispered.

The stars in the sky constantly fall into the misty starry sky around the ancient wind. With the fall of those forms, the ancient style also rippled with a strong momentum, which swept out, making everyone feel a strong sense of oppression. The sense of oppression is stronger than the star life of Baidong.

The stars kept falling, and even the three stars in Baidong trembled, as if they were going to fall.

Under these influences, the spiritual power on the spear stabbed by Baidong was also disordered.

"Damn it, what's the situation?" Baidong's face was very ugly. The change at that moment also made him suffer a little secret injury by the spiritual power on the long gun.

As a party, he was also surprised by the ancient style, which he discovered for the first time. After a little Leng, there was a happy look on his face. The body turned into lightning and rushed to Baidong again.

"Little beast, don't be complacent." Baidong's face was blue, and his spiritual power poured into the long gun and stabbed at the ancient wind.

"Nine overlapping waves."

The waves of spiritual power rushed out, bringing up towering waves. The momentum was very strong. It is obviously a volume of Xuanpin level martial arts.

"Thunder sword formula, kill."

The ancient wind roared and his eyes coagulated. A thunder light flashed in his eyes. The sword idea appeared again and became more powerful. The momentum of his body also coincided with the surrounding environment. A thick thunder chopped down and rolled up bursts of terrible and violent power.

"Bang!"

When the two are in contact. A loud noise burst from the field, and only the hard stone slab where the two people touched. With a bang. Is directly shocked into powder. The crack is like a spider's web. Spread out continuously.

"Cha!" the powder rose from the ground, and at the moment after a sword and a gun touched, a crack sound of fine iron broke, which was heard from the fierce self battle. Then, a human figure shot out from the light dust, and a mouthful of red blood gushed out. After his body weight fell to the ground, it was still close to the floor for nearly ten meters before it stopped slowly.

One after another, their eyes hurried along the inverted shooting place of the figure. When their eyes saw the person who lost the inverted shooting, the square suddenly fell into silence.

The figure was actually a white cave. The originally broken clothes had been shattered in the collision, and the wound on his body burst again. The whole body is also dark, and some places still emit a burning smell, which is obviously caused by being hit by the thunder before.

Shock, absolute shock, who could have thought that such a change would happen. Powerful as Baidong, he was defeated by the youth of the quintessence and dual environment. When was the quintessence and dual environment so weak.

Is Baidong too weak? Of course not. Among these people, the strength of Baidong is definitely above the middle. It can only be said that this ancient style is too strong.

"Hoo..."

Next to the Mu family, they took a deep breath. Now they finally understand the power of the ancient wind. The blue skirt woman's pretty face flashed a surprised color, and then said to Mu Cheng: "this ancient style is really strong."

"Very strong." Feng Shang and other talents from the top forces of the dragon cloud Empire flashed a surprised look on their faces. They did not expect that this ancient style could win in the end.

Although Baidong received some injuries before, and the consumption is also very serious, it is not a martial cultivation in the quintessence and dual territory that can compete. Now, they have to pay attention to this ancient custom. In particular, he has not fully developed his star talent. If things start, I'm afraid Baidong will fail faster and more thoroughly.

A strange color flashed in Miss Yi's eyes. The combat power of this ancient style surprised her quite a lot.

Among the people, the most calm one was Mu Cheng. Even the blood dome died in his hands. Of course, a white cave wouldn't surprise him too much.

"Look at this, he killed the blood dome." Dongfang Shang took a deep breath and admired Feng Wuji's eyes again.

"Shua."

The gentle sound came, and the figure of the ancient wind turned into a streamer, and rushed towards the white cave lying on the ground with black smoke.

"Mr. Mo long, Mr. Leng, save me!"

Bai Tong looked at the ancient wind coming, and his eyes showed a look of panic. Now he was seriously injured and had no power to resist. We can only ask for help from a group of people in Xuehan palace.

When Mo long heard Baidong's cry for help, he was stopped by lengxuanran.

"Leng xuanran, what are you doing?" Mo long said angrily

"It's useless for you to make a move. Let's not say whether you are the opponent of this ancient style. As long as you make a move, Dongfang Shang and Feng Shang over there will not stand idly by. At that time, even our Xuehan palace will be involved. It's not worth it to be a deacon of an affiliated force." lengxuan said coldly.

As soon as Mo Long's momentum was together, he noticed the eyes projected by Feng Shang. Although he did not fight with Feng Shang, he naturally heard of his name, but his talent was extremely outstanding. Even if he is not sure that he can beat him, it is only a draw at most. What's more, there is a quintessence of the nine levels of the Oriental war, which can destroy them in an instant.

Mo long also noticed the situation and his face changed.

"No one came back to save you old man. Go to hell."

The ancient wind came to Baidong, with a smile of senhan on his face, and the long sword in his hand stabbed down slowly.

"Little bastard, the Bai family will not let you go." Bai Dong shouted reluctantly, his eyes red.