Chapter 1107 (2/2)

This time Wang Sheng was completely frightened. His eyes flashed with fear. Even his last means, the red feather gun, was cut off.

”Shua.”

When Wang Sheng's face was pale, Gu Feng appeared beside him with a flash of his body. He ruthlessly raised his foot and kicked Wang Sheng directly.

”Boy, you dare.”

Wang Sheng roared. Gu Feng kicked his head directly. Although the power above was not light, it was definitely humiliating him.

Regardless of his seriously injured body, his spiritual power gushed out and blasted towards the ancient wind.

”Hum, now your attack is poor.”

The ancient wind mocked with a smile, and the blue light on the right foot flickered, which directly shattered the king's attack, and then kicked it mercilessly on the king's face.

”Bang”

Wang Sheng was kicked out directly by the ancient wind. There was a shoe print on his face.

The scene was silent. Looking at the Wang Sheng who flew out upside down, everyone couldn't help but feel cold. Even Zhen Qing's three people are the same. The counterattack of the ancient style is very simple. If this feeling goes on, Wang Sheng will inevitably become a laughing stock in the future.

”I'll kill you.” Wang Sheng fell to the ground, and his mouth gushed blood, staring at the ancient wind like a human devouring beast. His spiritual power gathered, a cluster of flames burned, and his eyes filled quickly.

”Hum.”

The ancient wind snorted coldly, deleted his body shape and appeared next to Wang Sheng. He put forward to kick Wang Sheng again with his right foot. After kicking, his figure flashed again, appeared beside Wang Sheng and kicked out again. In this way, Wang Sheng kept flying around on the green mountain, just like a ball.

In xianlongmen square, countless people looked at this scene and were silent. They never thought that the ancient style should be so abnormal. Even the five King saints in the soul state were played with by him. Similarly, the ancient style's character of vengeance also made them afraid. Those Tongchuan and Shaolong who had a festival with the ancient wind could not help trembling slightly.

And those core disciples also looked strange. Many people are looking at the disciples of Ziyuan peak, but many of them are happy. After all, Ziyuan peak is the strongest peak in xianlongmen, and its disciples are proud one by one, which makes them suffer a lot of grievances. It is naturally very happy to see Wang Sheng in such a mess.

On the other hand, the faces of the disciples on Ziyuan peak were very ugly. Although they didn't know the reason for the ancient style, Wang Sheng always represented their Ziyuan peak. In this way, they were humiliated by an inner disciple. Even their Ziyuan peak was disgraced.

But they also have no choice, because all this is the king's fault.

Luosheng is surrounded by green mountains. There are banging sounds in the void, echoing in this space with crisp bone cracks. Finally, the ancient wind stopped, and Wang Sheng fell heavily to the ground.

The people looked at the king with a look of pity on their faces. They offended the old wind. It was his bad luck. But who let him rely on his cultivation to be strong and powerful, and want to forcibly drive out the ancient customs, but he ended up in such a sad end.

While Zhen Qing and others looked at Wang Sheng and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They just found out that although Wang Sheng didn't worry about his life, the bones in his body were basically crushed by the ancient wind.