Chapter 228

Moreover, how old is the ancient wind? He is 16 or 17 years old. If he follows this speed, can he break through the soul forging state at the age of 18?

18-year-old strong soul forging state? This is terrible. You know, Feng Wuji was known as the first genius of the dragon cloud empire. He seemed to be 20 years old when he broke through the soul forging realm.

Now they really understand why Feng Wuji attaches so much importance to the ancient style. By virtue of his demon like talent, the ancient style is placed in any force. They are the most talented disciples and will be cultivated by any force.

The crowd around was also frightened. The momentum of the ancient wind was too strong. That momentum was several times stronger than the ordinary quintessence octagon martial arts.

The blood phage in the distance also flashed a shocked color on his face, and he felt uneasy.

"Don't think too much. Even if this boy is a martial artist in the eight fold territory of the pure body, he will die under this big melting hand." xuephage took a deep breath and stabilized some uneasy emotions.

He is still very confident about his big melting hand. This is a powerful martial art of Xuanpin level 6. I don't know how many people died under his big melting hand. Although the ancient wind is strange, he will eventually die here.

"Eight wastelands, eight wastelands."

The ancient wind's eyes suddenly became dark, and a low voice came from his throat. A barren breath rose from him. It seemed to come from ancient times. Then he tied his hands and clapped it out.

With the gathering of spiritual power, six withered and yellow palm prints were formed in the air. Six palm prints, dragging the withered and yellow tail, patted the big hand. He can also shoot six palms at a time when he breaks through the eight fold of the pure body.

"Boy, do you think you can resist my big melting hand with these six palm prints? It's a joke." when you noticed the power on the six palm prints, a smile flashed on your pale face. You thought that the ancient style had a strong card, but you didn't expect it to be just in vain.

Such a palm print can be defeated by the big dissolving hand in an instant.

The ancient wind's eyes coldly swept the blood phagocytosis of laughter, and his voice said hoarsely, "you're happy too early."

Then the printing method in his hand changed, and the six palm prints trembled gently, followed by the sudden superposition of the six palm prints in everyone's shocked eyes.

For a moment, the terrible and palpitating wave came from the withered and yellow palm, and a desolate breath shrouded the area in an instant. The martial cultivation of xuelie sect, which was wrapped by the withered and yellow breath, shriveled in an instant, and then turned into a shriveled and withered bone.

"Gollum."

The crowd around the scene couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and their faces looked frightened. A few martial arts practices in the pure body state are only contaminated with the Yellow smell, and become withered bones, which is too terrible.

Even the ancient wind was startled. He didn't expect that the eight wasteland palms were so domineering and terrible. This is just six palm superposition. If palm superposition, what a terrible phenomenon it should be.

"Go."

The ancient wind clapped the palm, and the eight wasteland palms, which exuded palpitating fluctuations, collided with the big dissolving hand.

The blood colored light surged, and the barren breath spread. In a short moment, the big dissolving hand was wrapped by the endless yellow breath, and the above spiritual power was disappearing at the speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, the sound of the wave came and disappeared directly between heaven and earth.

"How... How could it be?" the blood devoured dementia, obviously unable to accept his strong attack, was so easily broken by the ancient wind.

The eight wasteland palms continued to beat down towards the blood bite, and felt the desolate breath approaching the body. The blood Bite's face changed in vain, and his body shape flashed again and again to avoid the attack of the eight wasteland palms.

"Old miscellaneous hair, go to hell."

However, at the moment when his body stopped, a powerful oppressive force shrouded him, and the voice with a trace of cold sounded in his ears. Then he saw a bright glazed fist appear in front of his eyes, with a terrible roaring sound, blowing down at his head.

In an instant, his talent for life was unfolded, the stars twinkled and the stars were surging. The cleansed psychic power formed a barrier around him in an attempt to block the attack of the ancient wind.

However, the ancient style's fists waved, and those spiritual torrents were directly blasted away by his fists. Then he shot at the head of the blood eater.

"No... No." feeling the terrible energy above, the blood ate the old face full of fear and shouted in horror.

"Bang"

The fist fell, and the blood eaten head burst like a blasted watermelon. Even those who had seen the dead could not help looking pale.

"This guy is getting stronger again." there was a surprised look in Dongfang Shang's eyes who had been paying attention to the movement here. Although it had long been clear that blood bite was not the opponent of the ancient style, he was still very surprised that he could kill him so easily. After all, blood phagocytosis is a strong person who has entered the soul forging realm with one foot, which can not be compared with those Wuxiu in the nine fold realm of pure body.

"This guy is a pervert." Mo Ruyou and other people also moaned. I'm afraid the current ancient style has the power to fight against the strong who have just entered the soul forging realm. After all, they just saw clearly. From beginning to end, the ancient style did not use the talent of star life.

Soon, the battle in the sky was decided. A huge square seal appeared in Feng Wuji's hand, emitting golden light. A wave of terrible pressure emanates from the square seal, which suppresses the surrounding space and distorts it.

"The Golden Dragon Seal of the holy image." Feng Wuji roared, and the square seal in his hand was printed in fan Lao's frightened eyes and on his chest.

"Poof."

The power of terror rushed into his internal organs and broke his stomach in an instant.

"Fengwuji, Xuehan palace will not let you go." fan Fei roared, the vitality in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his body also fell heavily on the ground from the sky and fell into the ground.

"It's over, xuelie Gang is over." on the surrounding buildings, the forces of Mo City were relieved to see that they had become a dead man. For so many years, they all lived under the residual power of fan Fei. Now this guy is finally dead.

As for the rest of the battle, there is no suspense. Fan Fei is dead. Only the xuelie sect disciples in the pure body environment have nothing to worry about. These people will be handed over to the forces in Mo City.

After Feng Wuji and others stopped a little, they rushed to the next place. Qingcheng and longying castle are in Qingcheng. This time, Feng Wuji wants to completely destroy these two forces.