Chapter 468 (1/2)

”If this person stays, you can go away.” eight bloody figures stared at the ancient wind with greedy light in their eyes. It's like a hungry ghost who has been hungry for more than half a year and finally sees delicious food.

”Miso.”

The water was soft and the wind was clear. He retreated very tacitly. Of course, one of the five retreated, that is Zhuo Chengping. He wants to die. How can he help him.

”You guys are not authentic. You run away when you are in danger.” Gu Feng looked at the water and said, ”it's really careless to make friends.”

”Hey hey, they're looking for you. Let's just watch. If they really kill you, we'll take revenge for you.” Feng Qingyang smiled and said casually.

Wu Yingying on one side was also slightly wrinkled with willow eyebrows, and the strong sense of the knife emanated from her. Wu Yingying's eyes were like electricity, staring at the eight bloody figures opposite, with a dignified face.

”Gu Feng, I'll help you deal with them.” Wu Yingying said.

”You're still reliable.” Gu Feng smiled at Wu Yingying, with no feeling of being surrounded on his face. After a pause, Gu Feng smiled on his face and walked to Wu Yingying: ”however, these guys are not a threat to me. Just watch the play like the two of them.”

”Watching the opera?” Wu Yingying looked at the ancient style suspiciously. There are eight triple martial arts cultivation in the soul forging realm opposite, and they are all about to enter the triple peak state of the soul forging realm. Together, such figures are very powerful. She doesn't deny that the ancient style is very strong, but when she really faces these eight people, she doesn't necessarily have a chance to win.

”Boy, you are arrogant.” in the overbearing figure, like a young man, he walked out slowly and looked at the ancient style contemptuously. Although the momentum of the ancient wind is strong and even greater than others, the fluctuation of spiritual power is only the dual state of forging souls. Even if its blood power is terrible, it is obviously impossible to fight against the eight of them alone.

”Arrogant?” the ancient wind's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth pulled, and said with a faint smile: ”arrogant people, of course, have the qualification of arrogance.”

The voice of the ancient wind fell, and the momentum climbed again. The roaring sound sounded here. The real space was hunting.

”Roar.”

A ape stared at the eight people opposite with a pair of animal eyes and made a low roar. His hair was shining black and stared at the eight people viciously.

”Ape, relax. These are just some scum and can't hurt me.” Gu Feng turned and said to ape.

Under the appeasement of the ancient wind, ape also calmed down. He has been with the ancient style for the longest time. Of course, he knows that if he is not fully sure, the ancient style will never be so big.

”Boy, you talk too much nonsense and die.” the sound of whispering came, and the bloody light suddenly appeared. A bloody light pierced the space and appeared in front of him in an instant. It was a young Wu Xiu with cold face, red eyes and no emotion. The diseased white palm was wrapped by the blood-colored spiritual power and stabbed down the antique chest.

The arm is like a knife, cutting through the space, with a sharp breath.

”Go away.” the ancient wind whispered and stamped on the young man. Although there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, this palm had a strong compressive force. The palm wind was like a row of wind blades, stinging the young man's skin. A look of fear flashed on the young man's stiff face, and he stepped back quickly.