With blood filled, Chen Hao's eyes were cold, as if a god of war was walking down from the battlefield of killing. Seeing this scene, everyone in Tianyun Peak was shocked in the eyes of the audience. A man in the green robe frowned and stood up suddenly.

He was the eighth round of challenger, but at this moment he was restless and his eyes kept beating. Huang Kuishan belonged to the middle and upper class among the core disciples, but was cleanly dealt with by the other party. So what could he do if he was a little bit stronger than the former?

But this is not the fundamental reason why he is timid. The reason why he is afraid is that he has met several times because the figure standing on the high platform. When the other party was fighting against Chu Yaohe, he was on the side. He was Qin Wufeng, a disciple of the Qin family from the Western Regions.

Originally, as a disciple of the aristocratic family, he could not be promoted to a core disciple, but this time the elder had a thought from his retreat, allowing him to join him by exception. He was so excited that he would encounter the evil star here.

He had seen Chen Hao transform into a huge golden sword, thousands of green lotus, and a strange phenomenon that spread across countless realms to suppress Chu Yaohe, who had used the heavenly level magic weapon. If Wang Hua had not stopped him, the man would have died.

Qin Wufeng knew Chu Yaohe's terribleness, but he knew better that if Chen Hao, who could beat the former to the point of dying, had no chance of survival at all.

He took a low breath, and a light yellow magic sword gently lifted him up and came to the high platform. The two of them met and sighed.

"It's you?" Chen Hao said coldly, his eyes were like a knife, and he was about to tear the other party to pieces.

"Brother Chen, I had no choice but to do that day. You also know that Chu Yaohe's father is the great elder of the sect, and I can't resist at all. If I dare to speak out, he will definitely kill me."

Qin Wufeng sighed and quickly defended himself, fearing that the other party would attack him without saying anything and hurt him to the ground.

"You are doing well now. The children of aristocratic families cannot be promoted to core disciples. I am very surprised which high branch you have climbed?" Chen Hao did not directly answer his question, but instead pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a sarcasm.

Qin Wufeng choked, his face turned pale and he didn't know how to interface for a while.

Chen Hao snorted coldly, his figure was already bullied, his fists whistled, and he vowed to break all obstacles.

"I will find Chu Yaohe sooner or later and kill him. As for you, those who help the evildoer must collect some interest first!"

"Brother Chen, no!" Qin Wufeng was shocked. He shouted loudly while shooting out a crimson jade pendant and turning into a light curtain to cover himself.

"It's useless to say more! You'd better prepare to take the challenge! You are the eighth round responder. If you lose too much, you'll be blind. Even the aristocratic family behind you will be shamed. And the noble person who helped you become a core disciple will be dissatisfied with you and did not withdraw in advance. You will feel regretful when you come to this high platform. Isn't that laughing?" Chen Hao replied coldly.

Feeling the sharp fist wind blowing towards him, Qin Wufeng was speechless. A three-foot green sharp edge formed in his palm. His sword body was clean and had no patterns, but there were resentment of killing souls circling in it. It should be a legacy soldier who had truly experienced countless killings.

As soon as this sword came out, the entire platform echoed with the sound of killing, as if millions of soldiers were fighting in the valley, shouting shocked the sky.

"How can you stop me with a broken sword?" Chen Hao snorted coldly. When he glanced at the sword, his expression slightly condensed, but he did not stop his figure, but insisted on using his fists to shake the sword edge of the long sword.

With a loud "bang", the iron fist first collided with the light curtain emitted by the crimson jade pendant. The latter shattered inch by inch like an egg shell. Then it touched the sword edge, and countless war souls suddenly appeared next to this sword.

These soldiers who died in battle held long spears in their hands and gathered into a sea of ​​soldiers to face the iron fist.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, what should not exist is destined to dissipate!"

Chen Hao shouted loudly, and the sound of the great sorrow was already used. A faint golden chain bound the armored soldiers. The latter first wailed to resist, but later the crazy expression on his face became peaceful, and the figures gradually became transparent, and finally slowly dissipated.

"What did you do!" Qin Wufeng was shocked. This killing sword was his last reliance. It was the holy soldiers passed down from his clan. There were thousands of killing battle souls. He wanted to take it out and cause some injuries to the other party, but who expected that the countless battle souls were like local chickens and tiles under the opponent's "demon sound", and they were all defeated.

"I said that your sword cannot stop me at all. If you have any trump card, you will not have any chance!" Chen Hao said coldly, his fist is like a collapse of mountains.

Qin Wufeng's face turned pale. He had no trump card. He could only feel the strong wind whistling in his ears, and felt ashamed.

"It seems that there is no more, but unfortunately this is the Battle of Lingyun. As the respondent, you can't bring those guards together, otherwise you can practice a little. As for you? Too weak and too weak!"

Chen Hao shook his head repeatedly, and his fist hit the other party's chest with a "bang". The crimson jade pendant exploded into pieces with one touch. Next, a series of sounds of bone shattering.

Qin Wufeng is even worse than Huang Kuishan. At least the latter's defense is much stronger than him, and the injuries caused by his punch are far less severe than those of him.

He fell heavily on the ground, and his chest collapsed a lot, his breath seemed to be silent, like a broken bellows.

"Young Master!" Outside the light curtain, Qin Wufeng's four followers all exclaimed. As soon as the battle was settled, they snatched in. They rushed to take a spirit to suppress the wounds on Qin Wufeng who was lying to the ground. Then they stared at Chen Hao with a fierce look, and were about to break out.

Chen Hao squinted his eyes and asked lightly: "Why, do you really want to do it? Could it be that you are the ninth round of challengers? But your strength is still too far apart, I'm afraid you are not worthy at all!"

"You!" A guard shouted angrily and was about to take action. His fingers flashed with a clear light like a substance, and a short knife appeared out of thin air.

"Calm down! Let's go!" Several other guards quickly grabbed his clothes and muttered a few words in his ear. The man glanced at Chen Hao angrily and finally took back the short knife.

"You are lucky. If it weren't for the inexorable foreigners in the Battle of Lingyun, I'll take away your dog's head!"

Chen Hao's face turned cold, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he sneered, "Since that's the case, don't leave. The Lingyun Jiuzhao battle will surely be in the last battle. I will kill you as a big head, just as the warm-up for this last battle!"
Chapter completed!