Chapter 1218 (1/2)
When a giant ape is rampant and slaps down, it will pat the disciples of the ghost hell sect into meat and mud. That terrible power, even the seven heavy martial arts cultivation in the soul condensing realm, is difficult to resist. What's more frightening is that although the golden light emitted from his whole body is not invincible, it is difficult to hurt him under the seven attacks of ordinary soul state. Such abnormal monster made the disciples of the ghost ghost sect feel numb.
”Longkun, Baixiang and Huaqing, you three go.” the young man in Guiming sect, who is afraid of no Tao, said. Yuro, a mysterious young man in the ghost ghost sect, has a high status in the ghost sect. Apart from the leader of each hall of the ghost sect, he can be called the first person and not bad. Therefore, even those unruly people like Tao are quite regular in front of him.
In the Guiming sect, Wu Xiu, three disciples of the Immortal Dragon's gate, nodded, flashed away and rushed towards the giant ape.
”Boom”
On the three people, the spiritual power broke out, and the torrent like a river rushed towards a ape.
”Overlord fist.”
An ape roared, and his body also had a domineering atmosphere. With one blow, it seemed to be like a broken Star River, with the light of stars falling. A long time ago, the ancient wind told a ape the profound meaning of overlord boxing, and a ape also understood the meaning of overlord boxing.
”Boom”
With one blow, the world changed color, and the three terrible spiritual powers rushed in were smashed in an instant.
”Kill my Immortal Dragon's gate disciple, you will all die.” the cold evil spirit came from the ancient wind's mouth. Followed by a streamer, purple thunder bloomed between heaven and earth, and thunder flickered and gathered among the crowd. The shadow of running thunder sounded, and the swords cut through the void, bright and fast, just like a fleeting shadow.
”Puff, puff...”
When the purple thunder fell, the light and shadow disappeared, and black blood columns rushed into the sky. Several of the disciples of Guiming sect were directly beheaded.
”Senior brothers and sisters, are you all right?”
The ancient wind appeared beside Zhuo Yiyi and asked with a relaxed face.
Some weak disciples may not know what happened just now, but Zhuo Yiyi and others saw very clearly that the beheaded ghost Ming sect disciples had their heads cut off by an ancient wind sword, just because his speed was so fast that everyone didn't respond.
”Younger martial brother Gufeng, I didn't expect you to come here.” a disciple looked at Gufeng and said unexpectedly, but there was some surprise in his words.
He is a disciple of Linglun peak. Although ancient customs rarely appear on Linglun peak, it seems that the time spent on Linglun peak is also very short. But the strength of the ancient style can not be underestimated. Even Murphy was defeated face to face, which shows the strength of the ancient style. Although one more person may not have much effect, the golden giant ape brought by the ancient wind seems to be very fierce, but it doesn't fall down under the siege of the three eight strong people in the soul condensing state of the ghost Ming sect.