Luo Shishi was covered with a thin film by the two heavenly kings with powerful aura, which made people unreal. The impact of the appearance was soon replaced by a bloodier scene.

Swords meet, blood and blood.

Everyone in the fighting arena turned into Shura.

Qin Hao was attacked from both sides, and some powerful people at the god position even began to hunt Qin Hao.

Obviously, this is an organized and premeditated encirclement.

"Hehe, Qin Hao, the person who inherits the evil dragon, as long as I kill you and my death penalty will be eliminated. This is easier than winning the championship in the fighting competition. I will lend you a head!"

"Qin Hao, if you want to blame, you blame you for offending too many people. I took three orders and indicated that you want to die!"

"The person who offended the Netherworld has no way to survive, die!"

"Someone asks me to tell you, this is your own destruction!"

"It's just a semi-saint realm. This is not something you can come to play. What kind of dragon clan is it just a past era."

Dozens of people actually launched a decisive move against Qin Hao at the same time!

The weakest among them is the peak of the saint, while the strongest one is the top grade of the gods!

Just picking up one person is enough for Qin Hao to deal with it, not to mention that dozens of people are taking action at the same time. No matter how you look at Qin Hao, he will definitely die at this time, and there is no possibility of survival. The smell of blood on the ring is even more serious, and they all look at each other coldly, obviously happy to see it.

Hu Caier's palms were sweating constantly, and she had a crying voice in her tone: "Sister...what should I do?"

"He won't lose." Zhiyi also had cold sweats on her forehead, and she was extremely scared at this moment.

"Qin Hao, don't die!" Bai Muyang clenched his fists.

"Qin Hao, your doomsday has arrived. After you die, no one in the Kingdom of Women will live!" Ling Ying said viciously, and Ling Mei, who was standing beside her, covered her wounds and said wildly: "Brother, after Qin Hao dies, I will peel and cramp the two bitches layer by layer to vent my hatred."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ling Tian’s mouth.

"The consequences of overestimating one's own abilities." The woman, who is also a descendant of the dragon clan and the orphan of the Xuanshuang dragon, showed countless frost in her eyes, staring at the fighting arena: "What pride, what unyielding dragon soul, can't even save her life. Qin Hao, why do you inherit the inheritance of the dragon clan? The King of Ten Thousand Kings is just a joke now. Don't you want to prove it to me? But you were killed by your own conceit?"

The old man next to him sighed faintly: "In the future, the dragon clan will be dominated by the Xuanshuang dragon. Xuanshuang, you must take on this responsibility."

On the other side.

Li Shikai, the Divine Court, stood in the high platform, looked at the killing in the fighting arena, and watched Qin Hao fall into a dead end. He looked at Chu Tian, ​​who was shocked by this cruel killing, and his eyebrows relaxed: "Qin Hao, the person who was once the inheritor of the nine-clawed golden dragon, the king of the king of ten thousand kings, but unfortunately, the dragon clan is no longer the master, but everyone is proud to kill dragons. Chu Tian, ​​do you know Qin Hao?"

"I don't know." Chu Tian said softly, but countless waves were stirred in his heart.

Qin Hao? This is the name of the mysterious man.

The person who inherits the dragon clan, is this why he is unwilling to be involved in himself?

Chu Tian took a deep breath. He knew that with his current strength, he could not help Qin Hao at all. Only by constantly growing can he help this man in the future.

Chu Tian will never forget Qin Hao's kindness, nor dare to forget it.

Even if he needs to repay this kindness with his life in the future, Chu Tian will have no regrets when he dies.

Luo Shishi was shaking her long legs and looked at the fighting arena: "If you die so easily, it would be a pity to die. The path of the King of Kings is not simple. Even Long Xie was destroyed by the soul and only a wisp of dragon soul was left. So why do you? If possible, then let me show it."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

Being attacked from all sides, Qin Hao's qi and blood surged, and several colors of flames were transformed into his pupils. The Shura Dharma Image and the Immortal Body had already been lifted to the extreme, and the Jinglong Fist was constantly waving out.

Qin Hao's mountain-shaking collision directly knocked the person in front of him away, and he even strangled the person's neck and twisted it off and sneered: "Just you guys, you want my Qin Hao's life? Are you worthy!"

"Qin Hao, why bother to struggle? Even if you have great skills, you will definitely die."

"Give up resistance, I can give you a dignified way of death."

"Then you should die first." Qin Hao almost used his desperate fighting style, exerting his own strength to the extreme and attacking without any consequences.

The energy permeates.

At the center of Qin Hao's storm, it is also the center of killing. No one expected that Qin Hao's final desperate struggle would be so difficult. Now more than a dozen people have died at Qin Hao's hands. Qin Hao is now synonymous with Shura, and the word "killing god" is worthy of his name.

"Hmph, it's just the end of the power. Everyone, he has been injured and can't hold on for long, kill!"

"Nielong, after you die, you will cut off your dragon head, peel off your skin and cramp, and refine your dragon blood into a big medicine."

"Today, we'll be waiting to kill the dragon!"

With a bang.

After all, human power is sometimes poor. Qin Hao kept retreating, the sword of Jinglong was soaked with his and his enemies, and there was countless blood on his fist, his skin was blooming, and even Qin Hao didn't even have a complete piece of skin at this time. His black windbreaker whirred, and Qin Hao was like a hero who was at the end of his journey.

"Qin Hao, it's over!"

Qin Hao gasped, looking at the group of powerful men of all kinds, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is that true?"

"Hmph, may you have any other ability?"

Everyone thought that Qin Hao was powerless to turn the world back at this time, and they sneered one by one, looking forward to the so-called inheritance of the king of kings who were crossing the corpse fighting arena.

There were tears in Hu Caier's eyes, and Zhiyi's face turned pale.

"Is it over?"

But at this moment.

The hurricane surged, and thunder thunder rose on the flat ground. Dragon-shaped lightning appeared in the sky. Thunder flashed and the rain poured down. Not only that, the wind roared and dark clouds were covered with dark clouds. Huge aura continued to gather over the clouds. Terrifying lightning was taking shape, giving people full pressure, like divine punishment.

"What is this?" Someone's face turned pale and his heart was thrilled.

"No, this is the supreme power of thunder. Someone is breaking the mirror. This is the thunder body tempering! Thunder punishment!"

"Who is breaking the mirror, how could it be so terrifying? Even the powerful man in the divine position could not have such terrifying thunder and lightning."

"This is like the end of the world!"

"It's Qin Hao! The dragon clan's broken mirror can trigger the thunder tribulation! Damn! Qin Hao used to do it on purpose before. Once the broken mirror is successful, any injuries will be healed! Damn, we have been exploited!"

Qin Hao stood up, holding the Dragon Sword in his hand, with a cold expression: "It's my turn now, let's enjoy the power of thunder together!"
Chapter completed!