Chapter 231

"What dark pavilion? We are not." the man in black whispered.

However, even in the night, the ancient wind's eyes still saw clearly, and the man in black, who was the first, had an obvious tremor.

The corners of the ancient wind's mouth pulled a sneer. It was really a group of mice hiding in the dark. He looked at the man in black and his eyes were slightly frozen. Others felt that it was not a threat to him, but this man. The ancient wind felt a sense of oppression from him, which made his temples jump sharply.

I'm afraid he is a strong person in soul forging realm. It's just that some ancient customs don't understand that the dark Pavilion still has such strength. It seems that there are not many strong people in the soul forging realm. In order to kill him, they all sent out the strong people in the soul forging realm.

"Who sent you?" Gu Feng said in a low voice. If Xuehan palace wants to fight him, it doesn't need to borrow the dark Pavilion, and it seems that forces such as Xuehan palace disdain to buy murderers.

"If you want to blame yourself, blame yourself for offending the people you shouldn't offend." the man in black, the head, pulled a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and his killing intention surged in his eyes.

Gu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and glanced around. So many people surrounded him, and each air machine locked him.

Suddenly, the ancient wind was shining with the brilliance of glass, and suddenly burst up. He showed the ghost steps of life and death to the extreme. In a flash, he seemed to cross the space and appeared in front of a dark Pavilion killer in an instant. His fist with colorful light also blew down at the man.

"Poof!"

The man didn't even have a chance to reflect, and he was blown into a blood mist in an instant.

"Dong."

Then the ancient wind stepped on the ground again and appeared in front of another dark Pavilion killer. His fist was also waved. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he was only a martial artist who had just stepped into the nine fold territory of the essence. How could he resist the violent blow of the ancient wind and be blasted into a blood mist in an instant.

"Ah... Damn you." the head in black shouted angrily. The attack of the ancient wind took place in an instant, and two killers in the dark Pavilion were killed. They are two martial arts practitioners in the nine heavy territory of the essence. They are also very strong experts in the dark Pavilion, but they were killed in an instant because of his mistake. How can he not be angry.

"A group of garbage, also want to kill me." the color of disdain flashed in the eyes of the ancient wind. Except for the man in black, who is the leader, others don't pay attention to the ancient style at all.

The cold killing intention of the man in black surged, which made the temperature of the world drop a few minutes. Gu Feng's eyes are slightly narrowed. He is indeed a strong person in the soul forging realm.

"Let's go together and kill him." the man in Black said coldly.

"Kill." more than a dozen eight or nine heavy martial practitioners surrounded by the ancient wind whispered, and the black evil spirit broke out. The evil spirit was cold and cold, and there was a trace of bloody gas.

More than a dozen terrible evil spirits condensed in the air, emitting a palpitating smell of terror, threatening the ancient style.

"Roar."

The ancient wind sent out a low roar, which seemed to be the sound of a dragon. With a strong pressure, it followed a stream of blood into the sky and roared up like an angry dragon, directly dispersing the evil spirit gathered together.

"War."

The ancient wind whispered, and the long sword appeared in the hands of the ancient wind, blooming under the action of the star glass body.

"Shua Shua."

Several bright swords pierced from the long sword. The swords pierced the space and directly appeared in front of those dark Pavilion killers. Several people were surprised. Obviously, they didn't expect that Gu Feng had this skill, so they hurried to stop it.

It's just that the ancient wind is now the martial cultivation of the quintessence eight fold territory. The power of a sword stabbing is no less than the attack of a strong person in the quintessence nine fold territory.

"Poof poof"

Several people were injured by the sword, and their blood flowed. The thick white bones looked very seeping.

It was amazing to beat back more than a dozen martial arts practitioners with one blow. Even the first man in black standing on the roof showed a surprised look in his eyes.

If you want to repel these people, you can easily do it with his strength. But he is a strong person in the soul forging realm, and the ancient style is just a martial cultivation in the quintessence eight fold realm.

"This boy is really an evil spirit." the man in black stared at the ancient style and saw some waves in his eyes. Now he finally understood why their young master would kill the ancient wind by all means.

He also made some investigations on the ancient customs. The ancient customs six months ago were still waste in the mouth of all the disciples of Cangwu hall, and stayed in the fourth weight of Wu life for several years. But now it's less than half a year. It's terrible to break through from the four aspects of martial life to the eight aspects of pure body.

Thinking carefully and fearfully, even he couldn't help taking a breath, which was faster than their young master. However, the more so, the more this person wants to kill. The strength of ancient customs will obviously threaten their young master. This is not what they want to see.

As long as they kill the ancient style, their young master will not be surprised to become the next leader of Cangwu hall. At that time, it is also the time for their dark pavilion to rise again.

Wang Haoran is the son of the Lord of the dark Pavilion, the Lord of the little Pavilion of the dark Pavilion, and the first genius of the current Cangwu hall. Only a small number of senior officials in the dark Pavilion know about this matter.

"Thunder sword Jue, sword roar and thunder." just at this time, the sound of ancient drinking came, and the dark night sky suddenly rolled with dark clouds, and lightning shuttled through the dark clouds like a thunder snake.

"Click."

Followed by a flash of lightning, it fell directly on the side of the ancient wind, and then appeared again, one by one. The power of heaven and earth also spread at this moment.

"Kill."

The ancient wind whispered hoarsely. The long sword crossed the void and was wrapped with thunder. Even the space was Zizi. With the stabbing of his long sword, the dense thunder that fell also moved immediately and attacked the killers in the dark Pavilion.

"Back off."

The man in black finally changed his face. Even he felt a sense of fear in the fierce attack. He was afraid of the martial cultivation of a quintessence octagon, a boy who was like an ant in his eyes. It's ridiculous, but it really exists. Because he knew the potential of the young man in front of him. He was absolutely more terrible than their young master.