Chapter 118 (2/2)

Including Feng Shang and Dongfang Shang, they are not optimistic about him. After all, there are six levels of awareness, which can not be compensated only by skill, martial arts and strong talents.

On the contrary, the beautiful eyes of Nai girl glanced at the ancient style and stopped in mid air. Because he knew very well that the ancient style did have the strength to compete with Baidong, and there was a spirit weapon on the ground product hidden in him.

”Little beast, go to hell.” Bai Dong's eyes were red. This time, Bai Jiawu Xiu who came with them was dead and injured, leaving him alone. And all this is because of ancient customs.

There was a sudden surge of spiritual power in Baidong's body. Immediately, he held a long gun and stabbed it straight. The tip of the gun tore the space, with a sharp whistling sound, which condensed the surrounding spiritual power.

Whew!

The air seemed to be torn at this time. I saw a huge sharp spear awn about tens of feet, which swept out suddenly and stabbed away at the ancient storm like lightning.

Many people looked awe inspiring at the offensive of that degree. The old guy was very cruel. Even if he just started in the face of a pure and dual young man, he was unambiguous.

The ancient wind saw this, but it gave a sneer. He stepped out with an arrow step and clapped it with a palm. The terrible spiritual power swept out, formed a huge handprint in the air and grabbed it at the sharp spear.

”Break it for me.”

Baidong roared and the spear shook hard. The spear awn burst out a burst of brilliance. In an instant, it pierced the palm print taken by the ancient wind.

”Little beast, with your pure and dual strength, you also want to compete with me. You simply don't know what to do.”

Bai Tong sneered and didn't pay attention to the ancient style at all.

”Eight wasteland palms.”

The ancient wind roared, and the majestic spiritual power in the palm of his hand gushed out. His body also sent out a desolate breath. Four palm prints appeared, and then quickly condensed into a huge palm print only about half a Zhang.

The palm print appeared, and the barren atmosphere swept through the hall, which made everyone frown gently. They noticed the desolate breath, which made the spiritual power feel a little scattered.

”What terrible palm power.”

Those Wu Xiu's eyes coagulated, and they were surprised. This is just the palm print of a martial cultivation envoy in the quintessence and dual realm. If you change it to a martial cultivation in the soul forging realm, won't you be able to make their bones disappear by relying on the desolate atmosphere?

Domineering, absolutely domineering.

”The power of desolation?” in the air, Miss Yi's beautiful eyes coagulated, which is indeed the breath of desolation. Mysterious and domineering barren power. It can corrode everything. Even heavenly spirit tools can't withstand the erosion of barren atmosphere and will become a waste.

However, the barren power of ancient wind is not very strong, and it is far from corrupting spirit tools.

”Boom”

While everyone was talking, the palm print suddenly collided with the spear. However, the imagined energy explosion did not occur, but the two groups of energy entangled and eroded each other.

Below, people looked at this scene in surprise. It was too magical.

Finally, under the constant erosion, it was obvious that the ancient palm print had the upper hand, and the sharp gun awn slowly turned into nothingness.