"Shut up"

Zhou Hao shouted angrily: "Tell me again, let me go, and then get out. I'm not interested in your affairs."

Zhou Hao has been in the wild mountains for countless days, relying on his profound cultivation or mysterious luck, but like the innate intuition of a monster. Just now, he sensed a cold and cold that penetrated his heart. The feeling was absolutely not wonderful, as if he was secretly pushed by a poisonous snake, and he could not shake it off.

Lu Jun was angry and cursed: "Since you are so ignorant, let me see, what are you relying on?"

A cold light shone out from the spiritual weapon in his hand, piercing Zhou Hao's throat.

Humph! I was looking for death, and I had no time to curse and procrastinate. The Chixuan sword appeared instantly, and the steps were light, and a figure flashed by, and the sword blade's thrilling murderous intent rushed straight to Lu Jun's neck.

Oh! No, Lu Junxiang's tactic was instantly defeated by Zhou Hao. He was so anxious that he wanted to avoid the fatal sword, but unfortunately he was a little late and the sword blade was cut by.

"ah!"

Although Lu Jun avoided his head, his shoulders were cut off and he almost took off his arm. Ling Jian let go, and Lu Jun fled desperately, and he didn't even dare to look back, for fear that Zhou Hao would catch up and kill him again.

The other few people were stunned. The monk who had captured Ganoderma lucidum quickly tightened the body of Ganoderma lucidum in his hands, and the sword blade even wiped the skin of his neck. Zhou Hao stepped closer and drank, "Let me go, get out!"

The invisible and qualitative soul pressure approached the five or six monks, one of whom tried to calm his mind and shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, let's go together, I won't believe it. How powerful can you be."

With a roar, the three monks rushed straight to Zhou Hao and rushed to kill. On the other side, Zhao Cheng and Tian Kun were not idle either. They caught the other two monks and fought in one place. The only one was holding Ganoderma lucidum hostage and did not dare to move. Zhou Hao's spiritual power turned sharply, and he really had the intention of killing and rushed out with his sword.

Tao Yulin and the two Jindan monks led the foundation-building monks all over the city. The monks from each family had already arrived not far away. After learning about the incident, Tao Yunhe was inevitably scolded again. But he did not rush to come up to help.

On the other hand, the two ancestors and brothers of the Gu family in Qingcheng responded to their confidant Lu Jun and quickly sent someone to treat the wounds. The ancestors of the Mo family also took the monks from various families in Qingcheng to watch the battle not far away.

Zhou Hao's heart became colder, not because of the army of cultivators on both sides, but because of an indescribable sense of crisis. In addition, he was captured by Ganoderma lucidum, and his murderous intention was in full swing. The power of the magic weapon in his hand was already higher. In addition, his divine spiritual power was superb. With less than one stick of incense, the three mid-stage cultivators in the foundation building were in a mess, and they were hung with lots of colors in many places, as if Zhou Hao was besieging the three of them.

On the other hand, Zhao Cheng and Tian Kun also have the upper hand, and it will only take a while to win.

Gu Zhongqiao was furious and sighed in his heart that Zhou Hao's killing was fierce. As a force, it was naturally impossible to ignore his family's death. He immediately let out a long roar and intervened in the battlefield. Zhou Hao took advantage of the opportunity to retreat three exhausted monks. The monks who hijacked Ganoderma lucidum wanted to take the opportunity to return to the camp.

Zhou Hao's purpose was naturally to save Ganoderma lucidum from danger. Although the little maid was also saved by herself, she had been taking care of her daily life and diet for so long, so she naturally could not let others hijack her.

Just when the man thought he was out of danger and his mind was relaxed, Zhou Hao's divine thoughts suddenly gathered into a sharp blade. This was obtained from the recent study of the Sutra of Longevity. Suddenly, Zhou Hao's body flashed and appeared behind Ganoderma lucidum. The sword blade flashed with murderous intent and pointed at the monk's heart.

"You dare, I will stop." Gu Zhongqiao did not expect that Zhou Hao was so bold and had the same cultivation level to attack him when his own people were kidnapped.

It was said that Gu Zhongqiao did not expect that the golden elixir and a large group of foundation-building monks in the distance could observe the slightest changes in the battlefield even before dawn. Even a peak golden elixir monk like Tao Yulin did not think that Zhou Hao could succeed.

But Zhou Hao did it, and with one move to defeat the enemy, the sword blade pierced the heart of the foundation-building monk with no mistake, ending his life, and taking over the limp body of Ganoderma lucidum.

Gu Zhongqiao was like a humiliated giant beast. As a Jindan cultivator, he actually watched his own people be attacked to death. He flew into the air, less than ten feet away from Zhou Hao. The golden dragon in his palm shot out, trying to burn Zhou Hao and the unconscious Ganoderma lucidum to death.

The reason why Zhou Hao was able to achieve success in one blow was that the power of his divine consciousness played a crucial role, and it was not discovered by other Jindan monks. This is another good thing for studying the Changsheng Sutra recently. Zhou Hao took advantage of everyone's lack of defense and flashed his body, dragging Ganoderma lucidum behind him. Facing the angry blow of the late Jindan monks, he held his breath and concentrated. The Chixuan sword in his right hand was like an angry giant dragon, trembling in his palm. The spiritual power condensed into a huge wave in the dantian Qi sea, surging out along the wide meridians. The magic sword light surged, but it gathered but did not disperse. He raised his right hand lightly, and the sword blade pointed directly at Gu Zhongqiao. The air seemed to be sticky juice. The sword energy split the spiritual energy like a wave, and the spiritual energy was shaken with great momentum, like a mountain and a mountain.

The Guyu Bridge behind was stimulated by the monumental momentum. He instantly realized that it was not good and shouted loudly, "Zhongqiao should deal with it carefully."

Then he soared into the air and headed straight to the battlefield. Tao Yulin opposite him was the first to discover something wrong. This feeling of being one in heaven and earth was like a Nascent Soul monk mobilizing the laws of heaven and earth, which shocked him inexplicably.

Seeing that Guyu Bridge was going to rescue like a giant eagle, he naturally could not get what he wanted, so he immediately rushed over. The masters in charge of the two sides instantly joined the battlefield inexplicably, and the monks behind him naturally could not watch it. A melee began.

Guyu Bridge did not expect that a foundation-building monk would be so sharp and so strong, and the crisis would instantly cover his heart. The fatal crisis made him stand up. However, after all, he was a late-stage Jindan monk, and his reaction was even more impressive. He cut off the magical spiritual power in an instant, and did not care about backlash. He endured the swelling and pain of the meridians, clenched his palms, and his two fists merged into one, mobilizing all the spiritual power of his body to hit him violently.

Wow!

In a roar, the golden fist and silver sword light shocked the sky.

boom!

A thunder exploded and the ground rose.

Puff! A blood sword snatched the mouth, and Gu Zhongqiao could no longer resist it, so he flew away and threw it out.

Humph! With a muffled groan, even if Zhou Hao was prepared, he would face a cultivator who was more than a great level than him. His body was as if he was hit by a mountain, and his mind roared, and the Ganoderma lucidum behind him flew up from the ground and staggered backwards nearly a hundred feet.

The instant explosion caused dozens of monks to lose their voices, and many were affected. There were heavy casualties and injuries on both sides. Two or three were killed in battle, and five or six others were also covered in scars. At the center of the explosion, mud and sand flew around, and a huge pit four or five meters deep and more than ten meters in diameter appeared in the dispersed dust.
Chapter completed!