Chapter 517 (1/2)

The overbearing breath emanates from the ancient wind, and the space behind him vibrates. It seems that there are millions of subdued virtual shadows around the ancient wind, all of which are kneeling on the ground.

He didn't know what this scene represented, but he could feel it. The fist of the ancient wind contained a very terrible power, which was extremely overbearing and thrilling.

”Sword of death.” falling sky didn't dare to be careless. He roared low. A long black sword appeared in his hand. The breath of death wound on the long sword. It seemed that the cry of Yin ghosts could be heard from above

His body also exuded the breath of death, and his gray spiritual power surged and stabbed him at the ancient wind. The Long Sword Pierced out, carrying a heavy breath of death. In the breath of death, thousands of ghosts cried and howled.

”Broken.”

The ancient wind's eyes were indifferent, but his overbearing breath surged. The low roar came from his mouth, and the antique fist collided with the black death in an instant.

”Bang”

The long sword collided with the ancient wind's fist, and the falling face with a cold smile showed a look of horror. A crack appeared on the black sword, which was broken in his frightened eyes.

His face turned pale in an instant. He didn't expect that his strong attack would be easily broken by the ancient wind.

It was silent. Those who stood at the entrance of the passage looked back and looked at the ancient wind with horror in their eyes. The sword of death is a weapon of the middle level of a mysterious sword. Although the level is not very high, it is very powerful. It's made of dead Qi and bones. It's terrible. But what everyone didn't expect was that the ancient wind smashed Qi with one punch.

”What a terrible fist.”

The people at the scene were all whispering in their hearts. The ancient style fist was just fierce and overbearing, and the fist meaning was extremely overbearing, with a momentum of moving forward bravely.

They really can't imagine why this young man called Gu Feng's combat effectiveness is so terrible, and all kinds of powerful martial arts emerge one after another.

The long sword in Daotian's hand was broken. He didn't dare to touch the ancient wind and retreated quickly.

However, the ancient wind did not pursue. Looking at the falling sky that retreated quickly, a dignified color flashed in his eyes. His fists were raised, and a small scar appeared on his fists. Although the scar was not hit, there was an extremely strong dead spirit around him. That breath of death is constantly eroding his flesh and blood.

”Hum”

The ancient wind snorted coldly, and the skill in the body worked, swallowing and refining the dead Qi in an instant.

”Boy, you're very powerful, but I can't beat you.” he said gloomily, and a look of madness appeared on his face. Then he put his hand into his sleeve robe and took out something.

It is a left hand that has turned into a white bone. It has experienced the erosion of years, with mottled marks on it. Although it is white bone, it exudes an extremely powerful momentum. Yingying's light radiates from the white bone, with a very strong authority.

Gu Feng's face was dignified. It was obvious that the owner of the white bone was definitely a top strong man. Otherwise, he could not still have such a powerful power after turning into white bone.