Yan Shuangying thought that the red sword in Lin Hao's hand was the treasure of the Shura Palace, but he didn't know that this was the best weapon that Lin Hao found from the miracle not long ago.

The sword he had just cast was above the top grade, and was still very content before. When he saw that the other party actually had the best weapon, he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was no longer fragrant.

However, Yan Shuangying was not afraid of this. After calming down, he looked at the red sword in Lin Hao's hand, and a light of desire suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"I heard that your cultivation level is only in the late stage of the Martial Saint. He relied on drinking the blood of the Saint Wugui and tamed a huge monster. Therefore, he dared to be so arrogant. Even if you get the best weapon, it will be difficult for you to control it if you don't have enough cultivation. In the end, you may be backfired by the best weapon. It's not worth the loss. It's better to give the best weapon to me, and maybe I can spare your life."

Lin Hao's martial arts cultivation has never been because of drinking the blood of the Saint Wuque. He has never drunk the blood of the Saint Wuque, and he has never even had the idea of ​​taking the blood of the Saint Wuque.

Because the person who possesses the blood of the saint is his wife, the one he loves the most, how could he hurt his wife?

But there is no need to explain these things to Yan Shuangying, so Lin Hao just smiled unquestionably and said, "It seems that the information you have received is not very accurate! It should be what Wan Zhengchun told you?"

Yan Shuangying was stunned for a moment, because it was indeed Wan Zhengchun who told him that the cultivation level of the new Lord of the Shura Palace was only in the late stage of the Martial Saint.

He never thought that Wan Zhengchun would lie to him until the wolf-shaped beast appeared, and Wan Zhengchun had not mentioned this before, so he now began to doubt what Wan Zhengchun said.

Yan Shuangying stared at Lin Haodao's eyes and frowned and asked, "You are really not the late stage of the Martial Saint? Have you reached the peak of the Martial Saint?"

Lin Hao held a red sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword to the ground, and the red light shone on his face, making his eyes look even more sharp.

"What kind of realm is in me? You can tell if you try it now."

Lin Hao said lightly, standing still while his feet were standing, swinging the long sword in his hand, and a red sword energy slashed out, with a hot breath, instantly expanding to more than ten meters wide.

Yan Shuangying waved the sword in his hand to block it, but as soon as the sword body touched the red sword energy, he felt a strong force that made his mouth hurt, his arms numb, and even the sword in his hand was almost shocked to fly out.

There is no way, I can only avoid it temporarily!

Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough and his speed was fast enough, otherwise he really didn't know how serious the damage would be to resist Lin Hao's sword energy.

The red sword energy slashed towards Yan Shuangying's rear and spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it grew to nearly a hundred meters in length. The whole process was just a moment.

When the sword energy cut on the bare hillside, it instantly sank into the mountain. The towering peak suddenly made a rumbling sound, and then the earth shook.

With the dull loud noise, the peaks began to collapse and landslides, which looked extremely terrifying under the night. If there were villages at the foot of the mountain, they would definitely be flooded.

A sword, the mountain collapses!

This is not the strength that a strong man in the Martial Saint realm can exert. Even if he adds a top weapon, he will not be able to do it even at the peak of the Martial Saint.

Yan Shuangying was completely stunned.

Not only did he lose the sword in his hand to the other party, he was now sure that even the other party's cultivation level was one level higher than his.

"You...you have reached the level of a martial god! How is this possible? You are still so young, how can you have such a high level of cultivation?"

Yan Shuangying yelled in an incredible tone, but then he seemed to think of something, and suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter was filled with sadness.

"The blood of the saint of Wudi is definitely because of the blood of the saint of Wudi!"

This is the only explanation that Yan Shuangying can accept, otherwise he would not be willing to admit that Lin Hao is so young, less than thirty years old, and his cultivation is even higher than him.

Lin Hao said nothing, and slashed out with another sword. A simple sword had no mystery at all, only the bitter sword energy shot out like lightning.

Yan Shuangying waved his sword to resist like a conditioned reflex, but he regretted it instantly.

Zheng!

The sword above the top grade was broken, and the red sword energy cut off Yan Shuangying's right arm. Blood splashed out like a spring. Yan Shuangying's broken arm holding the broken sword fell to the ground, while the other half of the sword tip flew far away.

He endured the severe pain and turned around and fled towards the collapsed hillside. He had no other thoughts now, just wanted to run away desperately and save his life first.

But after only a few steps, Xiao Huihui, who had been staring at him, suddenly rushed over and instantly threw him to the ground.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me..."

Yan Shuangying shouted in fear and despair, but Xiao Huihui could not help it anymore and buried her head and bit him in one bite.

The moon emerged from behind the clouds and illuminated the earth again. Yan Shuangying, the head of the Sword Pavilion, died, and no one else was spared. They were all killed by the powerful men of the Shura Palace and the Desert Eagle.

Everything returned to peace, but Lin Haodao's expression gradually became solemn, and Xiao Huihui suddenly became very alert.

Because they saw that under the moonlight, three people were slowly approaching them at the top of the collapsed peak.

In fact, Lin Hao had long discovered the existence of those three people and knew that those three people were always watching from a distance.

At first, Lin Hao thought that the three people were strong men from Jiange. Until now, when the other party approached, they saw that their clothes were completely different from those of Jiange.

Moreover, when Lin Hao cut off Yan Shuangying's arm and Xiao Huihui ate Yan Shuangying, none of the three people had any movement or reaction. Now seeing the corpses of the powerful Jiange people all over the ground, there was no expression of pity or sadness on their faces, as cold as if everything had nothing to do with them.

So Lin Hao judged that these people were not from Jiange.

I just don’t know why they appeared here, and what do they want to do when they come over now?

Lin Hao stared at the three people, and the three people were also staring at Lin Hao. Xiao Huihui's red eyes burst out with violent murderous aura, and he was ready to pounce over and bite the other party at any time.

The three of them were in their forties and fifties. The aura they emitted was very strong and special, which made Lin Hao unable to help but think of Yuchi Qingyang.

However, in Lin Hao's opinion, these people's strength is at most similar to that of Yuchi Qingyang, and they are not as strong as that of him to fear.

However, these people's attitude was very arrogant and looked arrogant. It seemed that nothing in the world could not catch them, and they did not take Lin Hao seriously.

Their tone of speaking was also very cold, as if they were talking to something.

"I just heard from the head of Jiange that you drank the blood of the Saint Wugui?"
Chapter completed!