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Chapter 155 Blood Merciless Intervention!

"Hmph. Don't think you have the God King suit!"

"Meng Hao, wait!" Meng Hao, who had forced his chest to suppress his blood and blood, was about to summon the Tianxu suit to compete with Jiang Yurou, who was wearing Tiangu suit, but Zhuo Tianzhao suddenly spoke and interrupted Meng Hao. His shout immediately focused the audience's eyes on him. After all, after the battle in the Dark Blood Square before, the complex entanglement between him and Jiang Yurou was unknown to the entire Tianling Continent Soul World, so everyone was looking forward to how Zhuo Tianzhao would face Jiang Yurou.

"The person she hates is me, and the person she wants to kill is me, so let me do this battle myself!" Zhuo Tianzhao's expression was indifferent, and as he spoke, his figure slowly rose into the air.

"What? He wants to do it himself!?" Zhuo Tianzhao's words instantly ignited the atmosphere of the audience, because if Zhuo Tianzhao really ignored his previous relationship, even if Jiang Yurou was wearing a Tiangu suit, he would definitely not be his opponent. Of course, many people were skeptical about whether Zhuo Tianzhao could really attack Jiang Yurou, especially Jiang Rongran, who had a lot of contact with Zhuo Tianzhao before, in his impression, even if Zhuo Tianzhao did not love Jiang Yurou, he would definitely feel guilty. So for the time being, Jiang Rongran only chose to wait and see and did not rush to stop him.

"Brother Tianzhao, but are you... really okay?" Meng Hao couldn't help but show a look of worry in his eyebrows. You must know that Zhuo Tianzhao's body is not the original body, but just the magic thunder clone. However, Jiang Yurou, who summoned the Tiangu suit, is no less than the eighth-level soul emperor. Now the magic thunder clone is only as strong as the seventh-level soul emperor (after breaking through to the eighth-level soul emperor, Zhuo Tianzhao has no extra time to forge the magic thunder clone, so at present, the magic thunder clone is still only at the level of the seventh-level soul emperor.). If he fights Jiang Yurou at this time, not only is he just a clone, but it is a question whether he can even beat Jiang Yurou.

"Don't worry, I'm a sensible!" How could Zhuo Tianzhao not know Meng Hao's worries? But this time, he could no longer care about so much, because if he didn't stand up and face it in person and completely cut off the emotional entanglement with Jiang Yurou, there would always be a lump in his heart. Zhuo Tianzhao had enough of this feeling.

"Okay!" Meng Hao is different from Su Chen and Xinghun. He rarely argues with Zhuo Tianzhao, and rarely opposes Zhuo Tianzhao's opinions. Since Zhuo Tianzhao has decided, Meng Hao believes that he has thought about it carefully, so Meng Hao did not say anything else. After nodding, he then descended to the back of the death mantis below.

"Meng Hao." But at this moment, Zhuo Tianzhao suddenly called Meng Hao. Then, facing the latter's puzzled gaze, Zhuo Tianzhao smiled faintly, "If you don't mind, I want to use Yitian Yi!"

"Yi Tian?" Meng Hao was stunned when he heard this, then grinned, "No problem, I believe Yi Tian will be happy to cooperate with you!"

laugh!

Meng Hao laughed and swung his right hand, and the sword of the Dragon Roaring in his hand suddenly turned into a silver light and crossed the space, and was accurately grasped by Zhuo Tianzhao.

Buzz!

As soon as the Yitian Dragon Roar Sword entered Zhuo Tianzhao's hand, it began to tremble slightly, constantly making low dragon roars, but this was not a struggle or resistance, but excitement. It seemed that Meng Hao was not wrong. Yitian seemed to be very happy to join forces with Zhuo Tianzhao.

"Yu Rou, I know I was sorry for you before, but in fact, I have been trying my best to make up for my mistakes. And the matter has passed so long, why are you still so upset?" Zhuo Tianzhao said heartbrokenly.

"What do you mean by making up for it? Is it because I didn't kill our Tiangu Pavilion, or is it the Tiangu suit I'm wearing?" Jiang Yurou sneered disdainfully, "Don't think that doing these can reduce my hatred for you. I tell you, it's impossible. You'd better kill me now, otherwise even if you run back to Tianhun Continent, I will never let you have a good life!"

"Jiang Yurou, are you enough?" But at this moment, a cold sound suddenly came from the crowd behind him without any emotion. Then the crowd suddenly dispersed, and a tall and tall, cold-faced young man was imprinted into everyone's eyes.

"Xue Wuqing?" Seeing this familiar figure, Zhuo Tianzhao's eyes narrowed slightly, because this guy was not someone else, but Jiang Yurou's newlywed husband, and the inheritor of the Shura God, one of the four major gods in the Demon World, Xue Wuqing.

"Xue Wuqing, this is my business. It's not your turn to take care of it. Let me go back!" Jiang Yurou glanced at Xue Wuqing coldly and scolded in a low voice. It seems that the relationship between Jiang Yurou and Xue Wuqing does not seem to be very harmonious, just like a stranger. But it is no wonder. After all, Jiang Yurou is hiding another man in her heart. In this way, how could the relationship between the couple be so good?

"Jiang Yurou, don't forget your identity. You are now my Xue Wuqing's wife, but you are now entangled in front of so many people. Where do you let me put my face?" Xue Wuqing is undoubtedly a man with strong self-esteem. With his arrogance, how could he tolerate his wife he faces every day, but he loves another man? Especially at this moment, there are so many people on the scene. Jiang Yurou's actions are undoubtedly a great shame to Xue Wuqing.

"Fuck, since the moment I married you, my feelings for Long Tianzhao have been burned to death. I have no love for him now, only hatred. What I do at this moment is not to be entangled with him, but to make him pay the price for deceiving my feelings!" Jiang Yurou shouted softly and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, since that's the case, then as your husband, I will naturally help share the hatred of my wife. You retreat, and I will take the initiative to find the argument for you in this battle!" Although I knew that Jiang Yurou said this to himself, after all, if she had no love in her heart, how could she care so much? But now, Xue Wuqing can only find a ladder for herself, let alone challenge Zhuo Tianzhao again, Xue Wuqing has been looking forward to it for a long time.

"Wuqing, don't do anything random!" As soon as Xue Wuqing said this, Xue Haozhong in the rear suddenly changed his face. If Jiang Yurou dealt with Zhuo Tianzhao, then the latter would definitely show mercy in his guilt, but Xue Wuqing was different. If he was to fight Zhuo Tianzhao, the latter might have taken ruthless action. Although Xue Wuqing is now a seventh-level soul emperor, and his strength has improved greatly compared to Zhuo Tianzhao, who can compete with top experts like Jian Fengsha and Zhuting, Xue Haozhong does not have any optimistic attitude.

"Dad, let us solve the matter between us husband and wife by ourselves. Don't worry, I have a sense of responsibility!" Xue Wuqing turned around and said lightly, then took a step and slowly walked towards the battle circle ahead.

"Damn it, what are you going to join in the fun?" Zhuo Tianzhao muttered in his heart, then he turned his head and threw a meaningful look at Meng Hao.

Now, Xue Wuqing's cultivation has reached the seventh-level soul emperor. If you add the Shura God suit, even if you cannot reach the mid-level peak soul emperor, you will definitely not be far away. With the current strength of the Illusion Thunder clone, you will definitely not be your opponent, so this difficult task has to be handed over to Meng Hao. After all, except for Meng Hao who can barely compete with him, the strength of Su Chen and Xinghun is still much worse.

laugh!

Meng Hao understood it, and as soon as he jumped, he blocked Xue Wuqing's way: "If you want to fight with Brother Tianzhao, you have to pass my level first!"

"Get out of here, you are not worthy of being my opponent!" Xue Wuqing shouted softly, and a surging ripples suddenly appeared in the space under his feet. Then his body rushed out like a cannonball, and his right fist suddenly burst out without any fancy. As the space collapsed, a huge brown fist shadow of dozens of feet roared out, and the terrifying pressure immediately made Meng Hao frown.

Huh!

When Meng Hao noticed the terror of blood Wurong, he did not dare to neglect. As his breath soared, the Tianxu suit made of ruby-like crystals all over his body was possessed in an instant.

boom!

The next moment, Meng Hao poked out his sword, and the sharp flame sword light and the fist shadow touched. The sky and earth suddenly trembled, and the sparks and gravels in the sky splashed down the sky like fireworks.

"Divine King suit? Do you have me?" Xue Wuqing snorted coldly, and then a circle of terrifying aura suddenly swayed from his body. A set of dark red armor wrapped in blood mist immediately enveloped his whole body.

Although Xue Wuqing just said that Meng Hao was not worthy of being his opponent, in fact, after the previous fight between Meng Hao and Jiang Yurou, Xue Wuqing did not dare to take Meng Hao lightly, especially when he summoned the God King suit, which made all aspects of his body abilities basically the same as him, Xue Wuqing had to summon the Shura God suit. Otherwise, with Meng Hao's strong control over the fire element, he would definitely not be an opponent.

"What a terrible breath!" Looking at Xue Wuqing, who was wearing Shura armor in front of him, holding Shura battle axe in his hand, Meng Hao's face was almost solemn, because Yitian just told him through bloodline contact that Xue Wuqing at this moment, the aura was almost about to break through to the peak soul emperor of the early level and reach the level of the peak soul emperor of the middle level. With such powerful strength, even if he uses the fusion technique of the Immortal Fire Phoenix, he may not be able to win, right?
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