Chapter 875 (1/2)

Su Qian and Mo Lisheng look blue, but Xue Changtian's cultivation is no weaker than them. They can't break through their attack at all.

”Dead.”

Su Qian gave a low roar and clapped it out. The eight wasteland palms condensed in his palm. The desolate atmosphere filled the air and patted them.

”Old man, you really have some means.” Xue Changtian looked at the palm print full of desolate breath, his eyes could not help but coagulate, and said in a low voice. His cold breath filled the air, turned into an ice blue monster, roared and rushed towards the eight wasteland palm.

On the other side, Mo Lisheng fought with the strong man of the dark Pavilion.

”I don't think we need to do it.” xuepo looked at Xiao Bu Li and said with a smile. Xiao Buli is noncommittal. For the ancient wind, he wanted to kill him. Of course, he would not break their life and death for his blood. As long as we can stop them, it's enough. Since this blood burst doesn't want to be sold, it's certainly the best result.

The evil spirit is rolling, and the dark black evil spirit emits an evil smell, which envelops the ancient wind like a curtain of heaven.

”Look, you're not dead this time.” Wang Haoran's mouth is wearing a strange smile. This spirit evil Qi can not only seize the recognition of spiritual power, but also seize life. It's very overbearing. He had just refined the evil spirit after several dangerous deaths, but he also lost his life for decades.

However, compared with the power of the evil devil, what about his life for decades? When he breaks through to the strong God, his life will be infinitely prolonged. His life for only a few decades is just a short course in the long river of his life.

”Roar.”

The roar came. The evil spirit seemed to be accompanied by a shrill scream and constant wriggling. After a cup of tea, the evil spirit began to dissipate slowly.

”Dead?” Wang Haoran felt for a while and didn't find the smell of the ancient style. He said with a pick in his eyebrow.

”Hiss”

While everyone was sorry for it, a startling purple sword tore the evil spirit. With the power of thunder, it immediately cut off towards Wang Haoran.

All of a sudden, all of us can't help it. The sword was so amazing that it ran through Changhong. The world began to swing under the terrible sword. The whole Cangwu hall can feel the thrilling sword.

Looking at the stunning sword, Su Qian and Mo Lisheng, who are frantically attacking Xue Changtian, also flash a surprised color in their eyes, but the dignified color on their face also disappears. The fierce attack also slowed down.

The strong man in the dark Pavilion looked at the ancient style, his eyes wrinkled, and his heart was a little uneasy.

”How is that possible?”

Looking at the old style that his face was cold and fierce, and his spiritual power had not weakened, Wang Haoran's face was full of horror. No one knows more about the horror of the evil spirit than him. Even the strong in the soul state, wrapped by the evil spirit, has only a dead end in the end. But how could Gu Feng, a boy with six levels of soul forging state, be safe and sound.

”Kill.”

The cold sound of drinking came from the mouth of the ancient wind. The sound of drinking shook the sky and made everyone tremble slightly. Even Nangong Cang, a strong man at the peak of soul forging realm, could not help shaking his heart.

”What a strong killing intention.” Yi shuihan said solemnly.

”This ancient style is really good.” Fang Hui looked at the ancient style and a smile flashed in her eyes. Although Huo ling'er is far away, it is a great joy to see that the ancient style is so powerful now.

Wang Haoran looked at the peerless sword of the ancient wind. His heart was also shocked. His body became empty and retreated again and again.