Chapter 146

The roar of thunder sounded in the sky, making everyone's face change.

"No, it's Du Feilong." Ye Long's face changed.

The onlookers on the scene couldn't help looking tight. They knew that a big war would break out soon.

"Whew."

In the distance, a voice came as fast as lightning. It was only a few breaths before everyone. It was a middle-aged man in blue robes, with a shade of vulture between his eyebrows. Although tall, it gives a very gloomy feeling.

"Ye long, how dare you kill my son." it was Du Feilong who came. The contemporary helmsman of the Du family, Du Cheng's father.

"Hum, your son is worthy of death." Ye long snorted coldly.

"Well, you deserve to die. Today I'm going to bury you in the miraculous medicine room." Du Feilong said angrily and with a smile.

"Hey, I said to take Du Feichong. I killed your waste son. It has nothing to do with the miraculous medicine room." Gu Feng Du Feilong smiled gently.

"You!?" Du Feilong glanced at the ancient wind, and then couldn't help laughing: "you can kill my son? Ye long, you don't have to find such a boy to take the blame."

"I'm open and aboveboard, but unlike you, Du Feilong, I'm insidious and cunning." Ye long said disdainfully.

"Master, it was this boy who killed the young master." the guards who had been cut off by the ancient wind walked to Du Feilong pale and said what had just happened.

"Boy, since you killed my son, take your life." after hearing the cause and effect, Du Feilong stared at the ancient wind with a ferocious face and wanted to eat him.

The voice fell, and his body turned into a flash of lightning. His palm stretched out like an eagle's claw and grabbed at the ancient wind. When the fierce wind passed, everyone could hear the sharp whistling that pierced the air.

"Dad, please save the ancient wind." Ye Qingling looked at Du Feilong who attacked the ancient wind and said anxiously.

The strength of the ancient style is not weak, but the Du Feilong is a martial cultivation in the quintessence of the seven areas, and its strength is very strong. The gap between ancient customs and his realm is still very large.

"Oh, don't worry, ancient wind is not a reckless person. If he dares to say so, it proves that he has some confidence." Ye long said softly. However, seeing that ye Qingling was still begging, he could only shake his head slightly and sighed: "don't worry. If I really lose, I will do it at that time."

Hearing what ye long said, ye Qingling stopped begging. However, I still looked worried at the ancient style in the field.

"Old man, you don't have the qualification to kill me." looking at Du Feilong who came quickly and was full of killing intention, Gu Feng sneered. His steps gently stepped out, and the whole person disappeared in front of everyone like a wisp of smoke.

At the same time, Du Feilong's eagle claws also passed through the place where the ancient wind just stood.

"What a fast speed."

The eyes of the onlookers could not help freezing. The speed of this ancient style is really fast. It's a little scary. Even Du Feilong, who is the quintessence of the seven levels, can't keep up.

"Where to go."

Du Feilong roared. His five fingers were full of spirit, like a sharp sword, and grabbed it to his left.

At this time, the ancient style also showed his body shape on his left, and his fierce and domineering momentum was released.

"Get out."

Gu Feng drank, and his palms were photographed continuously. Palm prints appeared one after another, superimposed together, and blew at Du Feilong.

"Hum."

Du Feilong snorted coldly and grabbed it with his right hand. Suddenly, an eagle claw condensed by spiritual power appeared and grabbed it against the palm print taken by the ancient wind.

"Boom!"

The palm print collided with the eagle claw and scattered one by one. Obviously, the eagle claw's attack power is stronger.

"What a powerful force."

Everyone trembled. This was the gap between the realms. Although the ancient wind could easily kill Du Cheng, who was also the quintessence of the four realms, it obviously fell behind when facing Du Feilong.

"Die for me."

Du Feilong shouted, his spiritual power increased sharply, and his body shape also increased a lot. He grabbed it in front of the ancient wind. Sharp claws, where they pass, all obstacles are cut off. There is no doubt that if caught by this claw, the body will be torn in half in an instant.

Fast, fast as an illusion. The ghost steps of life and death keep stepping out, and the ancient wind's body retreats rapidly.

The strong wind blew past his eyes and made his face ache. A trace of blood also flowed down from his cheek, which was torn by the strong wind.

The crowd was secretly frightened. This ancient custom was really great. In the face of the seven fold state of the pure body, martial arts cultivation could fight to this point. Even if it was defeated, it was enough to be proud.

"Want to go!"

Du Feilong shouted coldly when he saw that the ancient wind retreated. He waved his palm forward with a plain and unsophisticated hand, and cut the face door of the ancient wind. The strong wind directly oppressed the ancient wind in one step. There was a strong wind raging in the space, and the clothes of the ancient wind were made to hunt by the strong wind.

Gu Feng's eyes could not help but coagulate. This Du Feilong is really strong. With his current strength, he would make Du Feilong so embarrassed, which was definitely beyond his expectation.

"Zheng."

There was a sound of sword in the space, and a sharp sword idea filled the area in an instant. Feeling this sharp sword, everyone could not help trembling in their hearts.

"Hiss"

A silver sword light pierced the space and stabbed the palm of Du Feilong's hand.

Looking at the ancient style, it kept flashing, but bullied the body forward. The onlookers couldn't help but freeze their eyes. This old style is completely a game of losing both sides. If Du Feilong wants to continue to attack, although he can hit the ancient wind, he will also be pierced by the long sword in the ancient wind's hand.

"This little bastard."

Du Feilong's face changed and his forward body flashed to the side. He didn't want to fight with death and a four heavy boy. He was not stupid enough.

"The sword roars and thunders."

The sound of the sword sounded again. With the roar of thunder, the ancient wind's body was like a lightning and attacked Du Feilong again. The momentum is like a rainbow, like a startling flood throughout the world.

"Roar!"

Du Feilong shouted angrily, his palm forced, the spirit of heaven and earth gathered in his hand, and then suddenly patted the ancient wind.

An empty shadow of a goshawk appeared in the space, flying, and its sharp claws grabbed at the sharp sword.

"Hiss, hiss..."

A series of harsh sounds sounded, and the sword collided with the Goshawk.