Chapter 2537

"This..."

"What's going on?"

In an instant, the whole audience was dull, and no one knew what was going on. Even the eight immortals, including Boya, were confused at this time, and no one could see through the mystery.

Well, why did long Fulu's body explode directly? Is someone in the dark doing it? Or what other tricks did the ancient wind use?

"You still want to run after gambling? Come back! "

It was not easy to smash the flesh of long Fulu. How could the ancient wind allow his yuan God to escape? With a big hand, he immediately brought back the yuan God with long Fulu. The next second, directly pinch it and burst it, and you'll be silly to see everyone on the spot!

What's going on? What happened? Long Fulu, a born purple blood king, was killed?

Hiss!

After the reaction, the people on the scene all issued a series of exclamations. They couldn't believe what they saw.

"Ah, uncle thirteen, uncle thirteen, I'll fight with you!"

Long Lingyun took the lead in responding. He rushed to the ancient wind and tried to avenge his thirteen uncles.

I have to say that at this time, he has lost his mind. He has forgotten the gap between himself and the ancient style. Just last night, the ancient wind hanged him and didn't even have a chance to fight back!

"You want to die!"

Gu Feng was not polite, let alone any mercy. He raised his foot and kicked up fiercely. On the spot, he kicked long Lingyun's body out of the window. No one had landed, but there was a "boom". He stepped into the footsteps of Uncle 13, and his whole body, including the yuan God, was directly blown to pieces. He couldn't die anymore!

Hiss!

Seeing this, a series of cool sounds sounded. Everyone was stunned and couldn't return to God for a long time.

When people re-examine the ancient style, their eyes have changed. No one regards the ancient style as an ordinary dandy waste with a lot of money.

I'm kidding. Can a person who can kill a purple blood king in an instant be a waste?

"Boy, you're in big trouble!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

On the spot, I don't know how many people roared, rubbing their hands one by one, staring at each other, hoping to swallow the ancient wind alive.

Seeing this, the ancient wind released its own terrorist momentum on the spot, which suddenly calmed many people. Roared: "are you going to go together? I knew you Cang people were so shameless. Let's come together! "

"You... You're crazy!"

People were frightened by the momentum of the ancient wind and calmed down a lot for a time.

Soon, someone roared and shouted, "don't be afraid, everyone. His cultivation is just the peak of real immortals. We have so many purple blood kings present. He will die today!"

"Yes, this man will die!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Who will come next?"

The ancient wind roared again, and his eyes swept over the purple blood kings one by one.

However, when his eyes passed, he found that those purple blood kings were silent and all acted as mute.

Seeing this, Gu Feng sneered on the spot and then pointed his finger at those purple blood kings. Joked: "I said earlier, you are not waste, but waste in waste. You young kings with purple blood and elite talents of Cang are not even waste. You are all a bunch of rubbish, a bunch of losers! "

It has to be said that the archaic mouth is really poisonous. It catches who scolds who, and scolds others so that they can't answer back.

However, there are exceptions to everything. Although most people are scolded without a little temper, someone still stands up after all. He pointed to the ancient wind and shouted, "I have no chance to fight you!"

There is no doubt that this man is also a young king with purple blood mark on his head. Because at this moment, other people have no qualifications to fight except them.

"Clock inorganic?" Hearing the speech, the corners of the ancient wind's mouth immediately showed a smile and joked: "I taught a Zhong wuniao a lesson before, and now there is another Zhong inorganic. The name given by you Zhong family is really special. That's good. Since you call Zhong inorganic, I'll let you have no chicken! "

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Gu Feng took the lead in launching an attack. His body turned into a shadow and suddenly appeared in front of Zhong inorganic. Before Zhong inorganic could react, a sharp pain like a drill came from his lower body

"Ah... My... My root..."

There is no doubt that the roots of the clock will not be preserved after being kicked by the ancient wind. What's more, the ancient wind also secretly beat out a law of years. Within one day, the man called Zhong inorganic will die.

The reason why Gu Feng didn't kill him on the spot is not to be afraid of anyone, but simply to humiliate the other party.

"Go away, one without bird and one without chicken. You Zhong family are all jokes!"

After the words fell, the ancient wind raised his feet again and kicked the clock out of the window.

"Who else? Who else disagrees? Who else wants to come up and die? "

The roar of the ancient wind rang again, and the sword edge was towards those purple blood kings.

Today, there are twenty-three young purple blood kings, two of whom have been removed, and twenty-one!

"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, you can go together! "

"..." smelling the speech, those young purple blood kings changed color again, and they were all trembling with anger.

After half a ring, I saw a man jump out and shout at the ancient wind, "I'll fight you!"

"Then go to hell!"

As soon as the voice fell, Gu Feng's body turned into a residual shadow again. Before the man could react, his fist directly burst into the other party's holy palace

"Who else? Who else? Get out and die! "

"I'll come!"

"Then die!"

With a "poof", another man fell.

This is the fourth one. The ancient wind killed four purple blood kings of the Cang family by means of thunder, and called those people of the Cang family, with great changes in their complexion.

However, the momentum of the ancient wind became colder and colder. He pointed to the purple blood kings and shouted again: "is there anything else? Is there anyone else willing to fight? "

“……”

No one answered. In the face of the prestige of the ancient style, these people had to choose silence.

However, how can the ancient custom of being determined to kill give them a chance to be silent?

Seeing no one to fight, the ancient wind rushed directly into the crowd. He directly pointed to the forehead of those purple blood kings and scolded angrily: "waste, waste, waste, you are not only waste, but also a group of spineless losers. You are ashamed of your ancestors. You are not worthy of being arrogant people, but only lowly dogs..."