Chapter 517

The overbearing breath emanates from the ancient wind, and the space behind him vibrates. It seems that there are millions of subdued virtual shadows around the ancient wind, all of which are kneeling on the ground.

He didn't know what this scene represented, but he could feel it. The fist of the ancient wind contained a very terrible power, which was extremely overbearing and thrilling.

"Sword of death." falling sky didn't dare to be careless. He roared low. A long black sword appeared in his hand. The breath of death wound on the long sword. It seemed that the cry of Yin ghosts could be heard from above

His body also exuded the breath of death, and his gray spiritual power surged and stabbed him at the ancient wind. The Long Sword Pierced out, carrying a heavy breath of death. In the breath of death, thousands of ghosts cried and howled.

"Broken."

The ancient wind's eyes were indifferent, but his overbearing breath surged. The low roar came from his mouth, and the antique fist collided with the black death in an instant.

"Bang"

The long sword collided with the ancient wind's fist, and the falling face with a cold smile showed a look of horror. A crack appeared on the black sword, which was broken in his frightened eyes.

His face turned pale in an instant. He didn't expect that his strong attack would be easily broken by the ancient wind.

It was silent. Those who stood at the entrance of the passage looked back and looked at the ancient wind with horror in their eyes. The sword of death is a weapon of the middle level of a mysterious sword. Although the level is not very high, it is very powerful. It's made of dead Qi and bones. It's terrible. But what everyone didn't expect was that the ancient wind smashed Qi with one punch.

"What a terrible fist."

The people at the scene were all whispering in their hearts. The ancient style fist was just fierce and overbearing, and the fist meaning was extremely overbearing, with a momentum of moving forward bravely.

They really can't imagine why this young man called Gu Feng's combat effectiveness is so terrible, and all kinds of powerful martial arts emerge one after another.

The long sword in Daotian's hand was broken. He didn't dare to touch the ancient wind and retreated quickly.

However, the ancient wind did not pursue. Looking at the falling sky that retreated quickly, a dignified color flashed in his eyes. His fists were raised, and a small scar appeared on his fists. Although the scar was not hit, there was an extremely strong dead spirit around him. That breath of death is constantly eroding his flesh and blood.

"Hum"

The ancient wind snorted coldly, and the skill in the body worked, swallowing and refining the dead Qi in an instant.

"Boy, you're very powerful, but I can't beat you." he said gloomily, and a look of madness appeared on his face. Then he put his hand into his sleeve robe and took out something.

It is a left hand that has turned into a white bone. It has experienced the erosion of years, with mottled marks on it. Although it is white bone, it exudes an extremely powerful momentum. Yingying's light radiates from the white bone, with a very strong authority.

Gu Feng's face was dignified. It was obvious that the owner of the white bone was definitely a top strong man. Otherwise, he could not still have such a powerful power after turning into white bone.

"What does he want to do?" those martial arts practitioners stood at the entrance and looked at the falling sky. They obviously didn't know what he wanted. Although white bone was strong before his death, it is only a white bone now, which has no effect at all. Maybe it will have terrible power when it is refined into a treasure in the future, but it is difficult to work now.

The ancient wind's eyebrows are also slightly wrinkled, looking at the next action of falling into the sky.

Between, the black breath of death surged on his body, and a trace of blood seeped from his skin, slowly flowing into the white bone palm along his arm and palm.

With the inflow of blood, falling sky's face became more pale, and the white bone palm actually swallowed the blood a little bit. In a short time, it turned into a blood palm. The whole body is red with blood, emitting an extremely strong smell of blood. However, the white bone palm did not stop and was still swallowing, and with this swallowing, an extremely powerful and unparalleled breath was also emitted from the bone palm.

That breath spread, and the real space was trembling.

Gu Feng's face changed greatly. As soon as he dodged, the boxing intention of overlord fist came out and rushed to the sky. Looking at the bloody bone palm, he had a bad feeling in his heart that he couldn't let the fall continue.

His speed was very fast, his figure was flashing constantly, and there was a burst of sound in front of the falling sky. The fist also mercilessly blasted at the falling sky.

For many days, his pupils were locked. When the ancient wind's fist was about to hit him, his face showed a surprised color.

Seeing this, the pupils of the ancient wind were locked, and an extremely dangerous feeling came. He retreated quickly without any hesitation. However, the sky fell, but the terror broke out from the bloody bone palm in his hand.

On the bone palm, there is a human shadow combat power, indomitable, with extremely terrible pressure. That mighty pressure is incomparable, and the space of suppression is inch by inch.

"Go to hell."

The hoarse voice came from his mouth, and the bloody bulge seemed to be integrated with him, falling down against the ancient style school.

At this moment, the world was silent, and the blood was shining on the blood colored bone palm. The bright blood awn turned into a huge palm and patted towards the ancient wind with the energy of destruction.

"Boom"

The huge palm fell, and the terrible blood awn filled the whole piece. However, the terrible sound like thunder came, and the whole body was shaken and trembled by the terrible power. The stone pillars in the Dan room collapsed and the walls cracked.

The bloody light spread, and the ground below was destroyed in an instant. The blood spread with terrible energy. At the entrance of the passage, those Wuxiu's face changed greatly and ran away frantically. They climbed out of the distance of hundreds of feet with all their strength, and the blood awn just disappeared.

They turned back and headed for Dan's room. When they hurried back and looked at the pill room that had collapsed, the color of horror in their eyes was hard to hide, and the attack power of the bone palm was too terrible. I'm afraid some seven or eight heavy martial arts cultivation in the soul forging realm can't do such terrible destructive power.

"Is that boy still alive?" several people looked at each other and said in a dry voice. In fact, it goes without saying that they also know that under such a terrorist attack, there is absolutely no possibility of survival unless it is the eighth martial cultivation of soul forging realm.

"Ha ha, you're dead, you're dead at last. Fight with me. You're nothing." falling sky laughed wildly and looked at the Dan room that had become ruins, with unspeakable happiness in his eyes.