Chapter 875

Su Qian and Mo Lisheng look blue, but Xue Changtian's cultivation is no weaker than them. They can't break through their attack at all.

"Dead."

Su Qian gave a low roar and clapped it out. The eight wasteland palms condensed in his palm. The desolate atmosphere filled the air and patted them.

"Old man, you really have some means." Xue Changtian looked at the palm print full of desolate breath, his eyes could not help but coagulate, and said in a low voice. His cold breath filled the air, turned into an ice blue monster, roared and rushed towards the eight wasteland palm.

On the other side, Mo Lisheng fought with the strong man of the dark Pavilion.

"I don't think we need to do it." xuepo looked at Xiao Bu Li and said with a smile. Xiao Buli is noncommittal. For the ancient wind, he wanted to kill him. Of course, he would not break their life and death for his blood. As long as we can stop them, it's enough. Since this blood burst doesn't want to be sold, it's certainly the best result.

The evil spirit is rolling, and the dark black evil spirit emits an evil smell, which envelops the ancient wind like a curtain of heaven.

"Look, you're not dead this time." Wang Haoran's mouth is wearing a strange smile. This spirit evil Qi can not only seize the recognition of spiritual power, but also seize life. It's very overbearing. He had just refined the evil spirit after several dangerous deaths, but he also lost his life for decades.

However, compared with the power of the evil devil, what about his life for decades? When he breaks through to the strong God, his life will be infinitely prolonged. His life for only a few decades is just a short course in the long river of his life.

"Roar."

The roar came. The evil spirit seemed to be accompanied by a shrill scream and constant wriggling. After a cup of tea, the evil spirit began to dissipate slowly.

"Dead?" Wang Haoran felt for a while and didn't find the smell of the ancient style. He said with a pick in his eyebrow.

"Hiss"

While everyone was sorry for it, a startling purple sword tore the evil spirit. With the power of thunder, it immediately cut off towards Wang Haoran.

All of a sudden, all of us can't help it. The sword was so amazing that it ran through Changhong. The world began to swing under the terrible sword. The whole Cangwu hall can feel the thrilling sword.

Looking at the stunning sword, Su Qian and Mo Lisheng, who are frantically attacking Xue Changtian, also flash a surprised color in their eyes, but the dignified color on their face also disappears. The fierce attack also slowed down.

The strong man in the dark Pavilion looked at the ancient style, his eyes wrinkled, and his heart was a little uneasy.

"How is that possible?"

Looking at the old style that his face was cold and fierce, and his spiritual power had not weakened, Wang Haoran's face was full of horror. No one knows more about the horror of the evil spirit than him. Even the strong in the soul state, wrapped by the evil spirit, has only a dead end in the end. But how could Gu Feng, a boy with six levels of soul forging state, be safe and sound.

"Kill."

The cold sound of drinking came from the mouth of the ancient wind. The sound of drinking shook the sky and made everyone tremble slightly. Even Nangong Cang, a strong man at the peak of soul forging realm, could not help shaking his heart.

"What a strong killing intention." Yi shuihan said solemnly.

"This ancient style is really good." Fang Hui looked at the ancient style and a smile flashed in her eyes. Although Huo ling'er is far away, it is a great joy to see that the ancient style is so powerful now.

Wang Haoran looked at the peerless sword of the ancient wind. His heart was also shocked. His body became empty and retreated again and again.

"Cut."

The ancient wind roared, and the sword fell instantly.

"Poof"

The blood spilled, and a foot long sword mark appeared on Wang Haoran's empty body, and the blood was flowing out of it.

Heaven and earth have been, looking at the bleeding Wang Haoran in front of his chest, everyone was stunned. Those strong people in the soul forging realm are OK. They have heard something about ancient customs. However, the disciples of Cangwu hall were different, and their faces were shocked.

Wang Haoran, that's a huge stone that has been pressing on the top of all Cangwu halls all the time. It's an invincible existence. In particular, his terrible magic Qi and the power of one fist are equivalent to the eight levels of martial cultivation in the soul forging realm. In the hearts of these disciples, no one of the younger generation will be his opponent.

But now, the ancient wind sword actually injured Wang Haoran, which made them a little stunned.

"I'm hurt, you hurt me, and I'm going to make you fall into the devil kingdom forever." Wang Haoran roared. The scarlet light in his eyes was more powerful, and the devil Qi swayed. He turned into an evil devil behind Wang Haoran. Those mo were also bear red, but the difference was that there was a magic pattern on his forehead.

The ancient wind did not pay attention to the crazy Wang Haoran, but looked at the evil devil with a dignified face. The life and death pill in his body trembled slightly, and the way he felt, the soul of the evil devil did not disperse.

Gu Feng's face sank. It was really as he guessed. The evil devil just took Wang Haoran as a cauldron.

"Roar."

Wang Haoran made a sound of magic roar and attacked the ancient wind. The magic gas rolled and turned into countless magic guns, which glittered with magic patterns. Each one was enough to penetrate the four strong people in the soul forging realm.

Looking at the magic gun all over the sky, the ancient wind couldn't help but coagulate his face.

"Dead."

Wang Haoran palmed for a moment, and the thousands of magic guns flew down towards the ancient wind.

"Get up." Gu Feng pinched his hands, and a huge tripod appeared in front of him. The medicine tripod was tens of feet huge. At the moment of appearance, it seemed to shake even the void. There is a dark and yellow Qi hanging down above, and a high mountain directly collapses below.

"Hiss"

Looking at this scene, all the strong people's faces coagulated, but the falling gas was enough to collapse the mountain. How heavy is the medicine tripod.

"Dangdang"

The countless magic guns exploded on the medicine tripod, making a crisp sound, and the sound wave spread. Everyone really had eardrum pain. But no matter how those magic guns attack, they can't break the medicine tripod.

"Ancient wind, do you only dare to hide in this turtle shell? I think you can hide in it for a lifetime." Wang Haoran roared. The two palms kept shooting, and the magic Qi rolled and blew on the medicine tripod.

In medicine tripod, ancient customs are not idle, depicting large arrays. There is an array to seal evil spirits here. Although it has been somewhat broken due to the counterattack of the evil spirits before, it can still be re portrayed with the understanding of the ancient wind.

But this array is not ordinary, so even with the ancient spirit strength, it is very slow to depict those lines, and the power of the spirit is consumed very quickly.