458: C458 Shock

C458 Shock

With their naked eyes, the eyes of the hundreds of Martial Cultivator s present all looked towards Feng Qingyang. This pair of Wind Thunder Wing s were really strong. With a light flutter of their wings, they sent a few Martial Cultivator s whose strength had reached the second level of the Soul Forging flying. This made them very envious.

"You want it?" Come and get it. " Feng Qingyang crooked his finger at the crowd and then arrogantly twisted his butt and said in a provocative manner.

"Everyone, let's kill this guy."

This time, even if they did not want that Wind Thunder Wing, they had to beat the crap out of this guy who dared to provoke them.

"Shua!" "Shua!"

Dozens of sonic booms sounded out. Dozens of Martial Cultivator flew out from the crowd as they charged towards Feng Qingyang with faces full of anger.

"Freeze."

A clear and cold voice suddenly rang in the hall. The temperature of the entire hall plummeted, as snow floated down from the sky. The snowflakes were incomparably white, and they shined with a dazzling brilliance.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Clear sounds came one after another. Snow fell on the bodies of the rushing Martial Cultivator s and instantly froze. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen ice sculptures appeared within the hall. The furious expression on their faces froze.

"Gulp!"

The sound of people swallowing their saliva echoed in the hall. Everyone looked at Gu Feng and the others with fear in their eyes.

"Water... "Shui Qianrou!"

The old man screamed at Shui Qianrou as the gazes of hundreds of Martial Cultivator in the hall shifted to Feng Qingyang's back. Shui Qianrou, who was dressed in a white dress and had a white veil covering her face, looked like a fairy that had fallen into the mortal world.

"Do you still want to rob us?" Feng Qingyang looked at the crowd with a smile, as if he needed a beating.

Everyone was at a loss for words, their expressions changing. Previously, they had indeed wanted to kill all those who entered this bronze hall to plunder their inheritances, but now, it seemed that it wasn't so simple.

"Princess Shui, we won't make things difficult for you. You can leave, but if anyone else wants to leave, they will need the Storage Seed to leave behind their belongings."

The black-faced, middle-aged man stood up. He opened his mouth and looked at Shui Qianrou with a burning gaze. His gaze swept across Shui Qianrou's delicate body, full of obscenity.

"How dare you!"

Zhuo Chengping's expression changed. With a loud shout, a glint flashed across his eyes. With a flash, he charged towards the black-faced, middle-aged man.

"Scram." The black faced middle-aged man was stunned. A black iron rod appeared in his hand. It exuded an extremely violent killing intent as it was swung towards Zhuo Chengping.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

A dull sound was accompanied by a miserable scream. Following that, everyone saw Zhuo Chengping's body fly out and heavily hit the wall.

"Cough, cough!" Zhuo Chengping coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was terrifyingly pale.

"You …" Zhou Quan's finger trembled as he pointed at the black-faced, middle-aged man. Looking at the black iron rod in his hand, he was filled with fear.

"To be hit by a Black Demon Pestle, you are not bad at all." The black faced middle-aged man looked at Zhuo Chengping with a surprised expression and said.

"It seems we'll have to fight alongside each other again." Gu Feng glanced at the black-faced middle-aged man. This time, if they wanted to leave, they had to get rid of these people.

"Leave that guy to me." Broken Mountain pointed at the black-faced middle-aged man and said to Gu Feng.

"No problem." Gu Feng nodded. He could tell that there was a misunderstanding between the two.

Hearing the conversation between Gu Feng and the benevolent old man, the old man was also stunned. He looked at Gu Feng with pity and said, "Young man, it's not easy to reach this realm. It's better to not be impulsive."1

"Old bastard, put away that benevolent face of yours." Gu Feng sneered. He didn't have any good impression of this old man.

"You're giving me face but not taking it." The old man was scolded by Gu Feng and his face turned grim. He looked at Gu Feng and the others and said, "Ghost sect disciples, listen up. Kill this brat for me."

"Yes."

Immediately, almost one hundred people shouted in unison. These one hundred people took the lead and charged towards Gu Feng and the others. Spiritual energy radiated from their bodies and whistled in the air.

"The Ghost sect?" Wu Yingying's expression changed. The Ghost sect was one of the Purgatory Tower s and its power was very strong. There were dozens of experts at the peak of the third level of the Soul Forging and its disciples numbered in the tens of thousands. Amongst the many strength of Purgatory Tower, they could definitely squeeze into the top five.

"Ape, time to work." Gu Feng shouted in a low voice.

"Roar!" When the terrifying roar rang out, the entire bronze hall trembled along with it. Following which, a several hundred feet tall Titan Giant Ape with a body glowing with a black light appeared in the great hall. A terrifying pressure spread out and a vicious aura spread out.

BOOM!

Ape's punch instantly sent dozens of Martial Cultivator flying.

"Kill!"

Gu Feng also let out a growl and his figure flashed rapidly. He was so fast that everyone could only see afterimages pass in front of them. The ice-cold sword light slashed through the air, causing their hearts to tremble.

Puff.

When Gu Feng was able to stand still, more than twenty pillars of blood shot up into the sky, and the thick smell of blood spread through the air.

"Hehe, I'll go too." Feng Qingyang said softly. The Wind Thunder Wing behind him appeared, and it lightly flashed, causing a fierce wind to blow and thunder to appear as it charged towards the Ghost sect's Martial Cultivator s.

Puff.

"Crack!"

A fierce wind blew, and seven or eight Martial Cultivator s were directly minced into blood mist. As the lightning struck down, a few more people were directly turned into charcoal.

"Ha!" A tyrannical blade intent burst forth from Wu Yingying's body as she unleashed her terrifying blade intent. With a loud roar, the long blade in her hand descended, a tyrannical blade light cut through space, sweeping across, killing another dozen Martial Cultivator s.

The blood moon scattered down from the sky and the remains of his severed finger fell to the ground. The Martial Cultivator s in the hall watched as the close to one hundred disciples of the Ghost sect were killed in an instant, and their hearts couldn't help but to tremble. Those people were all experts of the Soul Forging realm. Even though they were all at the first or second level of the Soul Forging realm, they were all experts of the Soul Forging realm.

Being killed like cutting vegetables was something that made their hearts tremble even when they imagined it.

"Perverted fellows." Lin Xuanyu and Wu Ya's mouths were wide open as they were surprised by the strength of Gu Feng's group.

"Old thing, come and die." Feng Qingyang looked at the old man and crooked his finger.

The old man's face trembled and his eyes flashed with fear. He had originally thought that Shui Qianrou was the only one who was a threat. He didn't expect that the people beside her were all so freakishly freakish.

"Everyone, are you still not making your move? Waiting for them to kill us all? " The old man looked at the surrounding Martial Cultivator and said.

Everyone quickly took a step back, as if they didn't know who you were.

"Princess Shui, we came here to join in on the fun, but we have no other intentions. They have nothing to do with us. "

"We still have things to do, so we'll take our leave first."

The sound of air being torn rang out, and within a short period of time, all of the hundreds of people had left, leaving behind only the old man from the Ghost sect, as well as the black-faced, middle-aged man and his group.

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