Chapter 203

"To tell you the truth, you are really nothing in my eyes."

An old-fashioned sneer of disdain. Is the quintessence of the nine realms strong? Maybe it's strong and outrageous in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of him, the pure body and nine heavy martial arts cultivation can't pose a threat to him at all.

Gao Chun's eyes flashed a shade of vulture, and his voice said coldly, "boy, I hope you can laugh later."

"Kill him." the hunchback eagle's back was also hoarse, whispered and waved his palm.

"Ha."

The rest of the martial cultivation of yanmeteorite sect burst out a momentum, and powerful attacks fell towards the ancient wind.

"Hum."

The ancient wind snorted coldly, and the cold killing intention flashed in his eyes. The ghost steps of life and death were displayed, and the whole person shuttled through the crowd like a streamer. The silver light of the sword continued to bloom in the air, and Sen Han's sword Qi with cold killing intention instantly cut through the void.

"Poof..."

When those terrible swords fall, the space is also one of them. Then there was the sound of more than a dozen blood jets. More than a dozen Wu Xiu's eyes were lifeless and soft to the ground.

"Garbage is garbage."

The old wind said with disdain.

Gaochun and Yingbei's eyes could not help freezing. Just now, they didn't see how the ancient wind did it. The speed of ancient style has reached the extreme, which makes them sweat.

Although the realm of ancient customs is not very strong, but this speed makes them terrible. If the ancient wind assassinated them, they may not be able to escape.

"Kill."

Gu Feng looked at them with a sneer at the corners of his mouth. His body was moving. The silver sword pierced the space with the sound of thunder. Then thunder fell one after another and fell towards the martial cultivation of the yanmeteorite sect.

"Ah..."

The scream came continuously. The martial Xiu of yanmeteorite sect screamed that he fell down and lost his breath.

Looking at this scene, Gao Chun and Ying Bei split their canthus and eyes and shouted, "stop, boy."

The spiritual power of the two people was swollen, and they were about to attack the ancient wind.

"Bang."

Just as they acted, ape also took one step, waved his fists and blasted them with terrible strength.

"Go away."

The two people roared angrily, and a torrent of spiritual power sprayed out of their palms, colliding with ah ape's fists.

"Boom."

The two men's fierce attack did not cause any damage to a ape. On the contrary, they were blown upside down by a ape.

On the other side, the ancient wind sneered at them and ignored them at all. The long sword in his hand kept on. In a short time, apart from the two old things Gaochun and Yingbei, only a few martial arts practitioners who reached 67 can barely stand.

The ancient style is quite unexpected. Unexpectedly, there are good players in the yanmeteorite sect. However, it can also be imagined that this yanmeteorite sect could not have a foothold in Yancheng if it only relied on the martial cultivation of two quintessence and nine areas.

The remaining five quintessence six or seven heavy martial arts practitioners stared at the ancient wind, his face was pale, and there was a color of panic in his eyes.

Although they were not dead, they were also seriously injured. Some wounds are deep, bone can be seen, and blood flows out continuously.

"Run."

A few people looked at each other. In the face of ancient customs, they had no desire to fight. If they didn't see so many people, they would be killed without even reflecting. Now they stay, that's a dead end.

"Can you break it?"

The ancient wind gave a low hum and stepped on the ghost steps of life and death. The speed was very fast. The Long Sword Pierced out, and several swords pierced the void and directly pierced into these people's bodies. Several people's bodies stagnated and fell to the ground.

"Ah... Little beast, you must die." Gao Chun and Yingbei looked at the ancient wind with red eyes and ferocious face. These people are the elites of their yanmeteorite sect, but they died in such a short time. How can they not be angry.

Gu Feng stared at them. His eyes were calm and his hoarse voice seemed to come from the nether world: "old thing, they are dead. It's your turn."

"Shua."

The voice of the ancient wind fell and rushed directly towards Gaochun. He didn't intend to delay. The bright brilliance of his body bloomed. In an instant, his whole body soared to three feet. A heavy sense of oppression also came from the ancient wind. Feeling the heavy pressure of the ancient wind, Gao Chun's face couldn't help changing.

That kind of oppressive force, that kind of arrogant momentum, is even more terrible than his pure body and nine heavy martial arts cultivation.

"Go to hell."

Gu Feng roared hoarsely and hit Gao Chun with his fist.

"Little thing, don't underestimate me." Gao Chun roared. His black spiritual power condensed on his fist. On the seemingly thin fist, there was a wave of spiritual power that made people look sideways for a moment, and then waved it heavily against the antique fist.

He really doesn't believe that a boy with six levels of quintessence can compare with himself in strength. However, he didn't understand the horror of the ancient style. Even the demons in the pure nine areas didn't dare to fight the ancient style.

"Bang."

"Ah."

The moment the two fists collided, there was a terrible scream. Closely following, Gao Chun's tall and thin figure flew out upside down. As for his arm, it was sharply twisted and soft. Obviously, his bones were directly smashed by the ancient wind in the last collision.

"Hey, old man, I said you can die." Gu Feng said in a cold voice, and hit Gao Chun hard with his fist.

Looking at the fist smashed by the ancient wind, Gao Chun's face was also full of panic.

"No... No." Gao Chun said in a trembling voice. He really didn't expect that the ancient wind would be so terrible. Just a collision made him completely lose his combat effectiveness.

"Bang."

Gu Feng's fist fell, and the huge force rushed into Gao Chun's body, directly exploding him and turning him into a corpse.

The eagle who was fighting with ape looked at Gao Chun, who was blasted by the ancient wind, and his face turned white. Originally, he thought Gao Chun could easily solve the ancient customs, but unexpectedly, it was Gao Chun who was easily solved.

Now he had no desire to continue fighting. He slapped the Titan ape on the shoulder, exercised his body method, turned and ran.

"You can't run."

The ghost of the ancient wind appeared in the younger generation of the eagle's back, and his fist fell on his body in his frightened eyes.

"Ah, poof"

His fist fell, accompanied by blood and visceral fragments. His body was like a shell and was hit into the earth without breath.

"Solved, go to the next place." Gu Feng said expressionless, and changed into a foot sized ape again, heading for another house in Yancheng.