Chapter 669

The strong will be respected wherever they are. The same is true of Shengwu college. All the colleges that can enter Shengwu college are talents. But in this world where the strong are respected, only the strong will be respected. What about genius? If you don't have enough strength, you will still be trampled under your feet.

"How is that possible?"

Ye soul and others muttered to themselves. They couldn't believe it. The five people joined hands to attack and block the power of an ancient fist. Such a blow was too big and directly destroyed their pride.

Not far away, Leng Zehao's eyes can't help but coagulate. Looking at the ancient wind, he has a dignified color in his eyes. Just now, others didn't see how Gu Feng did it, but he saw it clearly. Gu Feng beat back five people of Ye soul with one punch. Even he couldn't do that.

"Hum." Gu Feng snorted coldly, and then looked at Leng Zehao with cold light: "your snow cold palace is really haunted. No matter where you go, you have you. Since you want to kill me, stay."

Although the voice of the ancient wind was light, everyone could not help but feel cold. There was no doubt that the words were cold and murderous. The fierce killing was intended to roar in the air, making everyone's face involuntarily pale.

They looked at the ancient wind as if they had seen a ghost, with a look of panic in their eyes.

"How many people did he kill before he had such a terrible intention to kill." the ancient wind killed hundreds of people in the purgatory tower. The strong evil spirit on his body burst out, making the people who grew up in the greenhouse pale.

"Hum, you can't kill me." although Leng Zehao's face is a little pale, he doesn't think Gu Feng can kill him. At least he is also the core disciple of Xuehan palace. Among the younger generation, he ranks in the top five. His strength has reached the dual level of soul forging realm. At his age, he can be proud to reach the dual level of soul forging realm.

Unfortunately, this time he met the pervert of ancient wind. When he first entered the soul forging realm, he once killed the pervert of the double martial cultivation of soul forging realm.

"The soul forging state is dual, which is like mole ants in my eyes."

The ancient wind opened his mouth coldly. At his feet, the black-and-white light flickered. The speed was fast to the extreme. In a twinkling, he appeared in front of Leng Zehao. The shining palm seemed to penetrate the space and grabbed Leng Zehao's neck.

"Get out of here."

Leng Zehao's face changed. He felt the ancient wind. The fluorescence on his palm took a strong pressure. His face changed greatly and roared. In the palm of his hand, his spiritual power gathered, and the palm shrouded in cold ice patted the ancient wind.

The cold air filled the air, and some close Wu Xiu's face changed greatly. They felt the sudden drop of the surrounding temperature, and the cold breath pierced into the bone marrow. The psychic power surged in the body, which dispelled the cold.

"He deserves to be the genius of Xuehan palace. His strength is really strong."

Everyone's eyes are slightly frozen. Leng Zehao's strength is really terrible. No wonder he almost squeezed into the list. Now they don't think that the ancient wind can defeat Leng Zehao. After all, Leng Zehao from Xuehan palace, one of the eight sects, must have a lot of cards.

"A small skill."

Gu Feng pulled a sneer at the corner of his mouth and looked at the cold palm sent to him with the same complexion. Leng Zehao is also a spiritual power to cultivate the attribute of cold ice, but he is eighteen thousand miles worse than shuiqianrou. What's more, he is a four fold martial cultivation in the soul forging realm, and he is not afraid at all.

Looking at the ancient wind, Leng Zehao had a ferocious smile on his face. His icy palm once frozen a double martial cultivation in the soul forging realm into ice. The old wind is now a dead man in his eyes.

"Crazy boy, go to hell." Leng Zehao had a crazy killing intention and a surprise in his eyes. As long as the ancient wind is killed, there is no doubt that he is a great achievement, and his position in the snow cold palace will rise. At that time, how can the guys in front compete with him.

"Hum, it's too early for you to be happy." Gu Feng had a cold smile on his mouth and his body was light for a while. A very amazing momentum erupted on his seemingly thin body in an instant, which gushed out of him like a mountain torrent. The terrible momentum swept away and defeated the cold spirit power in Leng Zehao's hand. And that momentum also disappeared in an instant.

Leng Zehao's pupils contracted and his face was frightened. The body retreats quickly.

"Can you go?" the ancient wind sounded like a voice from hell, and the palm was like an eagle's claw, which was fastened on Leng Zehao's neck.

The scene was very quiet. Everything happened in an instant. The result was beyond everyone's expectation. Leng Zehao was controlled by the ancient wind in an instant. Now you can pinch Leng Zehao's neck just by slightly surging the spiritual power on the palm of the ancient wind.

"Little beast, you'd better let me go, or Xuehan Palace won't let you go." Leng Zehao's face was pale and threatened the ancient wind.

The ancient wind smiled coldly: "I have long been in the same situation with your snow cold palace. It's not that you don't let me go, but that I won't let you go."

After a pause, he continued, "don't worry. I'll send the old miscellaneous hairs of your snow cold palace to accompany you one by one."

The voice fell, the ancient wind's palm was slightly forced, and the crisp click sounded. Everyone couldn't help but look at Leng Zehao with a shocked face.

The color of panic on Leng Zehao's face hasn't faded, but his vitality is disappearing quickly. Leng Zehao, the core disciple of Xuehan palace, was killed. In front of everyone, he was killed by the ancient wind like a bedbug.

Quiet, the scene is unusually quiet. Their eyes looking at the ancient style are no longer worship, but with a touch of fear and awe. Even Leng Zehao, who is in the second level of soul forging realm, is not his opponent. He will be killed in the twinkling of an eye. They can't imagine how terrible the cultivation of ancient customs is.

Now they also understand why Xuehan palace is desperate to die, because this young man is so terrible. Now he is so old that he is not even a strong man in the soul forging realm. If you give him a few more years, he may not become a strong person in the soul state. At that time, I'm afraid even Xuehan palace will tremble for it.

"It's terrible. I don't know how he practices." an Miaoyi stared at Mei Mou, took a few deep breaths, patted his full crisp chest, and said in a trembling voice.

It's not that she hasn't seen the quadruple martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, but no one can kill a double martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm like the ancient wind. What's more, he is also the core disciple of Xuehan palace.