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Chapter 1181 Qinglong, beheaded!

During this process, Ling Hao activated the Heavenly Sword Art three times in a row.

The old man also activated his trump card several times, and both of them consumed a lot of energy.

The more the old man fought, the less confident he became. He never expected that Ling Hao's combat power was so abnormal, and a hint of regret rose in his heart.

If he had known this, he should have called two more helpers. When he set out from Fengchi Palace yesterday, the king asked him if he was sure.

He had swornly patted his chest and promised the king that he would bring back the head of the murderer of the third prince.

However, after the fierce battle until now, his confidence was being disintegrated bit by bit.

After adjusting his breath slightly, he looked around Duan Chenmu's battle circle. Under Fu Wei's full attack, Duan Chenmu was already defeated.

Based on his understanding of his king, if Duan Chenmu died here today.

Not only are they unable to survive, but even their families may not be spared.

Thinking of this, I feel like giving up!

"Regret it?"

Ling Hao also adjusted his breath and looked at the other person before speaking.

"But it's too late. Today, none of you can leave!"

"Hmph! What a shame!" The old man snorted coldly. "If you want to die, I'll give you a ride!"

After the words fell, he mobilized his whole body's skills to once again condense his strongest trump card.

After a while, a huge bird that took the form of true energy appeared in the sky above its head.

Immediately afterwards, the bird flapped its huge wings and swooped towards Ling Hao, covering up the clouds and the sun, and gusts of wind blew up in the sky.

Ling Hao had already put the Crazy Knife into his waist. After taking a deep breath, he pulled out countless afterimages with his hands, which formed into dragons and flew towards him.

Due to the excessive consumption of true energy, the momentum of the nine divine dragons is much weaker than when it was at its peak.

However, the opponent's offensive is also only 70 to 80% effective.

boom!

The next moment, the nine divine dragons collided with the bird, as if

Like a bolt from the blue, it shook the heaven and earth.

After the loud noise, the offensives from both sides dissipated instantly, and the coercive momentum in the void disappeared.

puff!

Immediately afterwards, the two of them spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time and flew out.

Judging from the conditions of the two of them, Ling Hao was obviously slightly better, and he stabilized after flying five to six hundred meters.

The old man flew a thousand meters away before he managed to stabilize his body, and the blood surging in his heart spurted out again.

What made him even more desperate was that before he could catch his breath, a blood-red arc-shaped sword light had already struck in front of him.

After sensing the aura of crisis, the old man's pupils shrank to the size of wheat awns, and the pores all over his body instantly opened.

At this time, his escape route had been blocked and he had no time to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and raise his hand to block it.

laugh!

The sword flashed past, and an arm flew away from the body, blood spurting out.

"Um"

The old man groaned, ignoring the pain in his arm, and hurriedly ran out behind him.

"Go down!" Ling Hao's voice came over at the same time.

After saying that, he used his remaining strength and slashed out with his sword.

The seriously injured old man could no longer avoid the knife even though he sensed the aura of death.

laugh!

Without too many surprises, the sword light passed through his waist, and a blood line immediately emerged.

""

After the old man opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word, and his two bodies fell down one after another, with a look of death.

He really didn't expect that he would die here!

call!

Ling Hao then exhaled heavily

Turbid air.

This battle has reached his limit. If he continues to fight, he won't be able to bear it anymore.

However, after the battle with Li Zhi a few days ago and after today, he has glimpsed the dawn of the second-level realm, and is only one step away from breaking through again!

"Lord Pan?!"

At the same time, Duan Chenmu, who was not far away, screamed in pain, with a look of despair on his face.

laugh!

While he was distracted, Fu Wei pulled out a blade that tore through his defensive aura, leaving a deep bone-deep cut on his body.

Duan Chenmu ignored the pain, and after slightly stabilizing his body, he quickly ran away to the side.

However, it was obviously too late to run away at this time.

Before he ran a few hundred meters away, Ling Hao's figure had already flashed not far behind him.

Immediately afterwards, without any pause, he flipped his wrist and a sharp blade was drawn out.

Boom!

The sword flashed past, and Duan Chenmu's calf flew into the air.

"ah"

Duan Chenmu screamed and fell down, hitting the ground hard and unable to get up for a long time.

"Sister Ru, look at him!"

Ling Hao shouted to Zhu Xiaoru who was adjusting his breath below.

"receive!"

At this time, Zhu Xiaoru had recovered a little bit of her success. She responded and walked towards Duan Chenmu.

"Shopkeeper Fu, go help Madam!" Ling Hao then looked at Fu Wei and said loudly.

"Okay!" Fu Wei responded, then grabbed the knife and rushed towards Chen Shuling's battle circle.

At this time, he was deeply shocked.

Ling Hao really killed a fifth-grade God Emperor Realm expert by himself!

If he hadn't seen this with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe it. The gap between three and four levels

Woolen cloth!

I can’t accept it!

At this time, the injured old man of the third-grade God Emperor was almost at the end of his strength under the joint attack of Chen Shuling and Chi Xiaoxuan.

After Fu Wei joined, he was beheaded by Fu Wei before he could hold on for two minutes.

There is not much suspense about the upcoming battle.

When the remaining people on the other side saw that the situation was over, they all lost their will to fight and fled around.

However, Ling Hao said that he would not let any of them go, so naturally he didn't just say it casually.

In less than five minutes, under the siege of everyone, no one survived.

So far, all the people sent by Fengchi Kingdom to Tianfeng Kingdom this time, except Duan Chenmu, have been killed.

"Sister Xuan, you guys take a rest!"

After Ling Hao said something else, he landed not far from Duan Chenmu.

"Do you have any last words to say?" Ling Hao looked at Duan Chenmu who was lying on the ground and asked.

"No... don't kill me. I promise that from now on, Fengchi Kingdom will not cause you any trouble again," Duan Chenmu said with difficulty.

"Do you believe it yourself?" Lu Yue, Qinglong and others came over. "If you kill me," Duan Chenmu continued.

"My father will never give up. No matter where you flee to, he will"

"Don't worry, it won't be long before I send him down to keep you company!" Ling Hao interrupted him.

After finishing speaking, his tone became serious: "Qinglong, behead him!"

"Got it!" Qinglong responded, raised his hand and slashed out.

"Stop!" At this moment, a voice sounded.

At the same time, a wave of air swept over and blocked Qinglong's sword.

Qinglong was knocked back more than ten steps by the air wave, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

Then, they saw Li Qiong coming with a group of people from the sky.


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