Chapter 203 (1/2)

”To tell you the truth, you are really nothing in my eyes.”

An old-fashioned sneer of disdain. Is the quintessence of the nine realms strong? Maybe it's strong and outrageous in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of him, the pure body and nine heavy martial arts cultivation can't pose a threat to him at all.

Gao Chun's eyes flashed a shade of vulture, and his voice said coldly, ”boy, I hope you can laugh later.”

”Kill him.” the hunchback eagle's back was also hoarse, whispered and waved his palm.

”Ha.”

The rest of the martial cultivation of yanmeteorite sect burst out a momentum, and powerful attacks fell towards the ancient wind.

”Hum.”

The ancient wind snorted coldly, and the cold killing intention flashed in his eyes. The ghost steps of life and death were displayed, and the whole person shuttled through the crowd like a streamer. The silver light of the sword continued to bloom in the air, and Sen Han's sword Qi with cold killing intention instantly cut through the void.

”Poof...”

When those terrible swords fall, the space is also one of them. Then there was the sound of more than a dozen blood jets. More than a dozen Wu Xiu's eyes were lifeless and soft to the ground.

”Garbage is garbage.”

The old wind said with disdain.

Gaochun and Yingbei's eyes could not help freezing. Just now, they didn't see how the ancient wind did it. The speed of ancient style has reached the extreme, which makes them sweat.

Although the realm of ancient customs is not very strong, but this speed makes them terrible. If the ancient wind assassinated them, they may not be able to escape.

”Kill.”

Gu Feng looked at them with a sneer at the corners of his mouth. His body was moving. The silver sword pierced the space with the sound of thunder. Then thunder fell one after another and fell towards the martial cultivation of the yanmeteorite sect.

”Ah...”

The scream came continuously. The martial Xiu of yanmeteorite sect screamed that he fell down and lost his breath.

Looking at this scene, Gao Chun and Ying Bei split their canthus and eyes and shouted, ”stop, boy.”

The spiritual power of the two people was swollen, and they were about to attack the ancient wind.

”Bang.”

Just as they acted, ape also took one step, waved his fists and blasted them with terrible strength.

”Go away.”

The two people roared angrily, and a torrent of spiritual power sprayed out of their palms, colliding with ah ape's fists.

”Boom.”

The two men's fierce attack did not cause any damage to a ape. On the contrary, they were blown upside down by a ape.

On the other side, the ancient wind sneered at them and ignored them at all. The long sword in his hand kept on. In a short time, apart from the two old things Gaochun and Yingbei, only a few martial arts practitioners who reached 67 can barely stand.

The ancient style is quite unexpected. Unexpectedly, there are good players in the yanmeteorite sect. However, it can also be imagined that this yanmeteorite sect could not have a foothold in Yancheng if it only relied on the martial cultivation of two quintessence and nine areas.

The remaining five quintessence six or seven heavy martial arts practitioners stared at the ancient wind, his face was pale, and there was a color of panic in his eyes.