Chapter 962

"Sure enough, he is a disciple of our immortal dragon's gate. He still has some tolerance. That's good." Dugu Qingtian looked at Mu Xiong and said with a smile.

Mu Xiong was delighted. Although he didn't know whether Dugu Qingtian's words were true or false, at least Dugu Qingtian wouldn't blame him after he defeated him.

"Well, I've sealed your accomplishments nine times now. You can fight on this Fengyun stage."

Dugu Qingtian's voice dropped, and a Dharma seal was squeezed out of his palm, and a rune fell on Mu Xiong's body. Suddenly, he felt that his spiritual power was sealed, and the realm immediately fell to the seven peak realm of soul forging realm.

"Let's go."

Dugu Qingtian waved his hand, and all the others except Gu Feng and Mu Xiong retreated on the Fengyun platform.

On the huge wind and cloud platform, the wind and cloud gathered, and a strong wind blew past. On their heads, the green silk moved with the wind, and their clothes made a noise.

"Younger martial brother Gu Feng, you'd better admit defeat now, or I'll hurt you in case I hit too hard later." Mu Xiong looked at Gu Feng and said.

Gu Feng glanced at him calmly and said, "it depends on whether senior brother Mu Xiong really has the ability to hurt me."

The voice fell, the ancient wind stepped on the ground, swept out and rushed towards the Mu bear. There are still some fears about the ancient style of Mu Xiong. After all, he is a real strong person in the soul forging realm. His physical strength is not comparable to the martial cultivation in the soul forging realm. In addition, after years of intensive cultivation, although the cultivation was sealed, the cultivation was far beyond the strength of the same level. The ancient style is confident, but it is not conceited and arrogant, so it launched a spiritual attack from the beginning.

Boom!

At the same time of the ancient wind attack, Mu Xiong's footsteps hit the ground a little. The huge wind and cloud platform trembled. Immediately, his body suddenly swept up, his palms were grasped, and his powerful spiritual power suddenly surged out and gathered on his hands. A moment later, two huge square seals appeared on both palms, emitting a vigorous breath.

These two square seals are extremely solid and vigorous, emitting this golden light. They look like they are made of flowing gold. They are very thick. Gu Feng's face was dignified, and the spiritual power on the two square seals fluctuated strongly. Obviously, the two square seals have reached the peak level of Xuanpin martial arts. And it can be seen that although Mu Xiong is crazy, his strength is not simple.

"Boom!"

When the square seal fell, the oppressed space sent out a sharp hissing sound. After the Mu Xiong clapped his palms, the roaring sound sounded. The two square seals roared towards the ancient wind with terrible pressure. The power from the two square seals was enough to kill an eight strong person in the soul forging realm.

"Hum!"

However, the ancient wind snorted coldly, and his eyes flashed cold. His strength is also not simple. With a low roar, his palms were photographed one after another, and sixteen palm prints appeared.

The sixteen palm prints condensed into two withered yellow giant palms, filled with desolation, and flashed across the space towards the two square seals.

"Bang Dang!"

The sound of two metal quakes sounded, and the whole Fengyun station was shocked. The terrible fluctuation of spiritual power swept through, and the desolation filled the air, turning all the spiritual power around into decay. The square seal condensed on Mu Xiong's palms also disappeared a little.

"You take my move too." the ancient wind shouted, clapped his palms again, and the palm prints appeared. The more terrible desolation filled out and swept towards the Mu bear.

Looking at the two square seals, Mu Xiong's face also changed slightly. However, he was not alarmed. His fingers pointed out again and again, and the spirit power wrapped around his fingertips turned into a way of awn and shot at the eight wasteland palms. The finger awn has incomparable power and directly tore the eight wasteland palms into countless small pieces.

"Thunder sword formula!"

However, at the moment when the eight wasteland palms were torn, the ancient wind flashed out from behind like a ghost. A long sword appeared in the ancient wind's hand. The long sword fell and the thunder roared. The sword fell and stabbed at Mu Xiong. The sword was so fierce that it tore the space directly.

"Stone elephant formula."

Facing the ancient wind's attack, Mu Xiong also glanced a sneer in his eyes. When he shook his palm, his spiritual power gathered, and black stone statues appeared in his palm. Those stone statues condensed by spiritual power exuded a terrible smell.

"Go!"

With a low roar and a clap of his palm, the ten stone statues flew out of his palm and crashed into the air. The stone statues flew out and zoomed in quickly. Each one was tens of feet large and ran towards him with terrible pressure. Those thunders fell on the stone statues, and it was difficult to shake them. Even the falling sword only left wounds on the stone statues.

Ten stone statues approached the ancient wind quickly with an amazing speed. The latter also had a dignified face, the long sword in his hand disappeared, and a sense of hegemony rose slowly.

"Boom"

The terrible momentum rose from the ancient wind. The people under the wind and cloud stage looked at the ancient wind with a look of fear in their eyes. It was imagined that the overbearing breath came from the young man.

"Overlord fist."

The ancient wind roared, and his fists were thrown again and again. The domineering fist intention blew towards the ten stone statues.

"Bang bang"

The sound of the earth shaking sounded, and the ten stone statues collapsed directly under the bombardment of the ancient wind, turned into bits of light, and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the attack easily broken by the ancient wind, Mu Xiong frowned. It seemed that he didn't expect the power of the ancient wind to be so strong. Immediately, a terrible momentum rose from him. It was the momentum of the strong person in the condensed soul state. Although his cultivation was sealed now, he was still the strong person in the condensed soul state, but the momentum never disappeared.

The terrible momentum rose, and his clothes were making a noise.

The two men attacked each other again and collided with each other in the air. With a short amount of breath, you have fought no less than dozens of times. Every collision was extremely fierce, and everyone around was stunned.

"Bang"

They collided in the air and separated quickly. There was a dignified color on their faces. Under the collision of these columns, no one can do anything, and no one has the upper hand.

"Sure enough, they have some abilities. If they were Tongchuan, they would have been defeated long ago." Xiong Kun looked at the ancient wind and said softly

At the same time, his heart was shocked inexplicably. His physical body is far from being comparable to the martial arts cultivation in soul forging territory, but under the touch of just now, he feels that the ancient physical body is stronger and stronger than his.