Chapter 1673: Golden gun like the wind

Chapter 1673 is like a golden gun
Time, one minute and one second.
There is always no trace of the years of cultivation.
Xu Feng was still practicing on the battle platform, and the people around him did not leave immediately.
Some people leave, and some still wait to watch the fun.
"When you go to the brother, what should I do? If the golden gun arrives like the wind, we are in danger." Qian Wei looked at Xu Feng still practicing, and for three days, he has not finished the momentum of cultivation.
Into the macro, his face is also very difficult to see, after all, no one knows, when the golden gun will come in the wind, if the other party arrives, they will be very dangerous.
"A strong and powerful atmosphere!"
I don't know who is screaming, not far from the valley, an old figure, the body is like a screaming wind, the old body falls in the Jiuhua Valley.
"he came!"
Jin Hong and Qian Qi were four of them. When they just wanted to leave, the golden guns had already arrived.
"Hey! Three days in a hurry, I finally arrived!"
The golden gun looked at the body of Yan Bizhen, and his old face shivered slightly. He rushed to the body of Yan Bizhen, and the old eyes showed tears.
"His, sorry, I have not protected you."
The golden gun looks like Yan Bizhen's big eyes like a wind. He stretches out the old palm and slowly closes Yan Bizhen's eyes. His eyes are crazy killing.
"You can rest assured that I will avenge you, no matter who kills you, I will personally smash him." The golden gun is like a wind with a crazy killing.
He put down the body of Yan Bizhen, his old eyes swept over the crowd, and his eyes stopped at four people, not far away.
"You four people I know, my son is you killed?" The golden gun stared at the money, like a wind, the spiritual flow of the body, the wind blew his clothes. .
"Golden guns are like the wind. You are also a strong man who has been famous for a long time in the state. Is it true that you are going to shoot us, are you afraid of being laughed at?"
Qian Yan looked at the golden gun like the wind, with fear in his voice.
He is very clear that the four of them are not even opponents of Yan Bizhen, let alone the golden gun.
"Ha ha ha... Today, all four of you will be buried with my son." Here, the golden gun is like an old wind, and he falls on Xu Feng, who is practicing on the battle platform. He said: "He is killing me. The kid's kid, I will send you four to die, and then he will come with you."
"Dead!"
The body of the golden gun is like a wind, and the outburst is the majestic momentum. The wind is starting to roar, and his half-step wind is even more terrifying.
As he said, his hands became palms, and the powerful spiritual power gathered between his hands, forming huge palm prints, violent.
Oh...
The strength of the golden gun is very strong. He did not display any spiritual skills. This is because he has four people, such as Qian Yan, who has no power to fight.
At the same time, four people were shot by a golden gun like a wind. The blood spurted out of their mouths. They looked at the golden gun like a wind and couldn’t help but swallow.
All four people know that this time I am afraid that it is in jeopardy.
Oh...
However, at this time, on the Xu Feng above the battle platform, the wind whistled and the whole battle platform trembled wildly.
The moment when Xu Feng’s eyes suddenly opened, a ray of light seemed to tear the void, and it became extremely horrible. The powerful killing atmosphere smashed everything.
In an instant when Xu Feng stood up, the horrible momentum on his body directly bombarded the entire battlefield into a crush, and his breath was unfathomable.
"Day... I didn't read it wrong. This kid broke through to Ba Pin Ling's respect, so powerful and powerful?" Some people felt the momentum from Xu Feng, and they all exclaimed.
No one had thought that Xu Feng had broken through to Ba Pinling's respect, and the strength has improved so much, and the previous eight-pronged spirits are simply changing.
"It's a metamorphosis."
Someone looked at Xu Feng's figure, his mouth slightly shaking, his heart said: "This powerful talent, it is no wonder that the strength is so strong, able to fight across so many levels."
Xu Feng appeared in front of Qian Qi and other four people. His brows were slightly screwed up, and his eyes fell smoothly on the golden gun. "Why are you coming to die?"
"I didn't provoke your wife, but she wanted to kill me, so I can only send her to death. She still doesn't know how to be good, I let her hurry, she is not self-reliant."
"Now, are you coming to die?"
Xu Feng’s words rang, and the people around him looked at Xu Feng’s figure and they were shocked.
They are all thinking, can Xu Feng really defeat the golden gun like the wind?
Looking at the old face of the golden gun like the wind, anyone can see that this golden gun is not easy, and his strength is definitely not a leisurely generation.
More than before, Xu Han’s half-step Ling Han’s Liu Hanqiang was too much.
Oh...
The golden gun was like the old body, and the pale blue robes, with the breeze blowing, burst out with powerful waves.
His voice continually emerged from his body. He stared at Xu Feng with his eyes. He said: "I don't know the tall and thick boy, just because you just broke through to the Eight Spirits, you also want to kill. Me? Are you dreaming?"
After that, the golden gun was like a wind and suddenly angered.
"Kid, today I will let you know that the majesty of the half-step spirit is inviolable, and the invaders will die."
The golden gun roared like a wind, and the spiritual power of the body began to roar like a gust of wind. Countless people in the entire valley have quit, and they are so horrible.
I saw that the spiritual power in him was condensed between his hands, and the sound of spiritual power and the explosion of the void was endless. The golden gun was like the old palm of the hand, carrying a palm print like a hurricane, and slammed it out.
The palm print is magnificent, as if it is a towering boulder, directly toward Xu Feng's chest, the impact of the smashing.
Seeing the attack of the golden gun like a wind, Xu Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.
This golden gun is as good as the wind, but he is not vegetarian.
Among his eyes, the cold killings emerged, and the golden light flashed on the body for a moment.
a punch!
A golden punch, a punch that destroys the earth, like a punch of the dragon.
powerful!
A powerful punch, just like a crazy bombardment, toward the palm of the golden gun, without any pause, without any hesitation, smashing out.
"A terrible punch."
Many people feel the punch that Xu Feng casts out. The momentum above the fist is no less than the attack of the golden gun, and even the momentum is even stronger.
The golden guns, like the old eyes, flashed a glimpse of surprise. He really didn't expect that a young man who had just broken through the eight spirits could break out such a powerful attack.
Fist and palm, collide together.
(End of this chapter)