Chapter 669 (2/2)

”A small skill.”

Gu Feng pulled a sneer at the corner of his mouth and looked at the cold palm sent to him with the same complexion. Leng Zehao is also a spiritual power to cultivate the attribute of cold ice, but he is eighteen thousand miles worse than shuiqianrou. What's more, he is a four fold martial cultivation in the soul forging realm, and he is not afraid at all.

Looking at the ancient wind, Leng Zehao had a ferocious smile on his face. His icy palm once frozen a double martial cultivation in the soul forging realm into ice. The old wind is now a dead man in his eyes.

”Crazy boy, go to hell.” Leng Zehao had a crazy killing intention and a surprise in his eyes. As long as the ancient wind is killed, there is no doubt that he is a great achievement, and his position in the snow cold palace will rise. At that time, how can the guys in front compete with him.

”Hum, it's too early for you to be happy.” Gu Feng had a cold smile on his mouth and his body was light for a while. A very amazing momentum erupted on his seemingly thin body in an instant, which gushed out of him like a mountain torrent. The terrible momentum swept away and defeated the cold spirit power in Leng Zehao's hand. And that momentum also disappeared in an instant.

Leng Zehao's pupils contracted and his face was frightened. The body retreats quickly.

”Can you go?” the ancient wind sounded like a voice from hell, and the palm was like an eagle's claw, which was fastened on Leng Zehao's neck.

The scene was very quiet. Everything happened in an instant. The result was beyond everyone's expectation. Leng Zehao was controlled by the ancient wind in an instant. Now you can pinch Leng Zehao's neck just by slightly surging the spiritual power on the palm of the ancient wind.

”Little beast, you'd better let me go, or Xuehan Palace won't let you go.” Leng Zehao's face was pale and threatened the ancient wind.

The ancient wind smiled coldly: ”I have long been in the same situation with your snow cold palace. It's not that you don't let me go, but that I won't let you go.”

After a pause, he continued, ”don't worry. I'll send the old miscellaneous hairs of your snow cold palace to accompany you one by one.”

The voice fell, the ancient wind's palm was slightly forced, and the crisp click sounded. Everyone couldn't help but look at Leng Zehao with a shocked face.

The color of panic on Leng Zehao's face hasn't faded, but his vitality is disappearing quickly. Leng Zehao, the core disciple of Xuehan palace, was killed. In front of everyone, he was killed by the ancient wind like a bedbug.

Quiet, the scene is unusually quiet. Their eyes looking at the ancient style are no longer worship, but with a touch of fear and awe. Even Leng Zehao, who is in the second level of soul forging realm, is not his opponent. He will be killed in the twinkling of an eye. They can't imagine how terrible the cultivation of ancient customs is.

Now they also understand why Xuehan palace is desperate to die, because this young man is so terrible. Now he is so old that he is not even a strong man in the soul forging realm. If you give him a few more years, he may not become a strong person in the soul state. At that time, I'm afraid even Xuehan palace will tremble for it.

”It's terrible. I don't know how he practices.” an Miaoyi stared at Mei Mou, took a few deep breaths, patted his full crisp chest, and said in a trembling voice.

It's not that she hasn't seen the quadruple martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, but no one can kill a double martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm like the ancient wind. What's more, he is also the core disciple of Xuehan palace.