Chapter 1107

"Ha ha, boy, do you see that there is a red feather gun? Even if I am half disabled now, you can't help me." Wang Sheng's flame rises, and the red feather gun in his hand trembles gently. On the red feather gun, the flame condenses into the shape of a flame crane.

"One of the spirits is fire, and the northern living spirit crane."

Gu Feng's eyes were also slightly frozen. The red feather gun was quenched with the blood essence of the flaming crane and possessed some of the power of the flaming crane. Flamingo is a more powerful monster than flamingo, and flame is also extremely overbearing.

However, Gu Feng was not afraid at all. The red feather gun in the other party's hand was not born with a spirit. Although it was a heavenly treasure, its power was much worse than the purple lightning sword in his hand.

"Tianjian chop."

The ancient wind roared. In the starry sky around him, countless starlight gathered, and a huge purple sword was condensed in an instant. The sword law rippled on the sword, tearing the space, and stabbed Wang Sheng under the waving of the ancient wind's long sword.

"The red feather gun is shaped."

Wang Sheng threw the red feather gun in his hand. The red feather gun trembled and turned into a huge flaming crane. The burning fire on his body burned the powerful sword into nothingness.

"Boy, since you want to die yourself, I'll send you to hell." seeing that the ancient wind's Kendo law is so vulnerable, Wang Shengmian was happy and shouted, directing the flame crane transformed by the red feather gun to rush towards the ancient wind.

"Hum, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Gu Feng smiled coldly. He didn't hide or flash. The purple lightning sword trembled in his hand. Thousands of purple thunder wrapped him in it. Like a thunder god, he rushed towards the flaming crane with the purple lightning sword.

"Die."

Seeing the action of the ancient wind, the king's eyes also flashed a look of disdain. The red feather spear is a treasure of heaven. In addition, it is quenched by the blood essence of the flaming crane. Its power is very terrible. The ancient wind rushed past like this, and there was only one result, that is, the city ashes were completely burned.

"Purple lightning sword, cut everything."

Looking at the flaming crane flying over, Gu Feng's eyes also flashed a fierce sword. The purple lightning sword trembled slightly, and the thunder gathered and stabbed the flaming crane.

"唳..."

At the moment of their collision, a shrill sound of cranes sounded, the flame in the sky boiled, and the flame on the flame crane sprinkled on the earth like fire rain. Soon the flame disappeared, and a long flame gun that broke in two fell from the air. It was Wang Sheng's red feather gun.

"How could it be?" Wang Sheng's eyes were full of incredible color when he looked at the red feather gun that had completely lost its luster and fell to the ground. This is a heavenly treasure. It is a powerful treasure that is likely to give birth to the spirit. It was so easily split in two in front of him. He really can't accept the result.

"What a terrible sword."

Zhen Qing and others stared at the ancient purple electric sword with a look of fear in their eyes. Even Tianpin treasure can be cut in half so easily. What level of treasure is the long sword in his hand?

"Is this your means to protect your life? It's so vulnerable." Gu Feng said with disdain on Wang Sheng's face. Compete with Zidian sword, even Tianpin treasure can't.

"You..."

This time Wang Sheng was completely frightened. His eyes flashed with fear. Even his last means, the red feather gun, was cut off.

"Shua."

When Wang Sheng's face was pale, Gu Feng appeared beside him with a flash of his body. He ruthlessly raised his foot and kicked Wang Sheng directly.

"Boy, you dare."

Wang Sheng roared. Gu Feng kicked his head directly. Although the power above was not light, it was definitely humiliating him.

Regardless of his seriously injured body, his spiritual power gushed out and blasted towards the ancient wind.

"Hum, now your attack is poor."

The ancient wind mocked with a smile, and the blue light on the right foot flickered, which directly shattered the king's attack, and then kicked it mercilessly on the king's face.

"Bang"

Wang Sheng was kicked out directly by the ancient wind. There was a shoe print on his face.

The scene was silent. Looking at the Wang Sheng who flew out upside down, everyone couldn't help but feel cold. Even Zhen Qing's three people are the same. The counterattack of the ancient style is very simple. If this feeling goes on, Wang Sheng will inevitably become a laughing stock in the future.

"I'll kill you." Wang Sheng fell to the ground, and his mouth gushed blood, staring at the ancient wind like a human devouring beast. His spiritual power gathered, a cluster of flames burned, and his eyes filled quickly.

"Hum."

The ancient wind snorted coldly, deleted his body shape and appeared next to Wang Sheng. He put forward to kick Wang Sheng again with his right foot. After kicking, his figure flashed again, appeared beside Wang Sheng and kicked out again. In this way, Wang Sheng kept flying around on the green mountain, just like a ball.

In xianlongmen square, countless people looked at this scene and were silent. They never thought that the ancient style should be so abnormal. Even the five King saints in the soul state were played with by him. Similarly, the ancient style's character of vengeance also made them afraid. Those Tongchuan and Shaolong who had a festival with the ancient wind could not help trembling slightly.

And those core disciples also looked strange. Many people are looking at the disciples of Ziyuan peak, but many of them are happy. After all, Ziyuan peak is the strongest peak in xianlongmen, and its disciples are proud one by one, which makes them suffer a lot of grievances. It is naturally very happy to see Wang Sheng in such a mess.

On the other hand, the faces of the disciples on Ziyuan peak were very ugly. Although they didn't know the reason for the ancient style, Wang Sheng always represented their Ziyuan peak. In this way, they were humiliated by an inner disciple. Even their Ziyuan peak was disgraced.

But they also have no choice, because all this is the king's fault.

Luosheng is surrounded by green mountains. There are banging sounds in the void, echoing in this space with crisp bone cracks. Finally, the ancient wind stopped, and Wang Sheng fell heavily to the ground.

The people looked at the king with a look of pity on their faces. They offended the old wind. It was his bad luck. But who let him rely on his cultivation to be strong and powerful, and want to forcibly drive out the ancient customs, but he ended up in such a sad end.

While Zhen Qing and others looked at Wang Sheng and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They just found out that although Wang Sheng didn't worry about his life, the bones in his body were basically crushed by the ancient wind.