Seeing the thunderous sword coming towards him, the opponent's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle's eye.
A strong aura of death spread all over the body, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
There was no time to think about it, so in a hurry, he raised his hand and formed a mark to block it.
Bang!
The mark looked fragile and exploded in an instant, and the 100-meter sword fell from the air without losing its force.
puff!
The man looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood before rushing out. At least half of the bones and meridians in his body were broken.
The combat power was directly reduced to less than 40%, and the breath was extremely weak.
This was not over yet, while his body was still flying upside down, a mad knife with substantial spiritual power followed closely behind him, and flashed in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Boy, if you dare to kill me, the city lord will definitely cut your body into pieces," the dead man shouted out.
laugh!
Before he finished speaking, the mad knife flashed past his neck, and immediately he saw a head rising into the sky, blood spurting out like a pillar.
The head in mid-air had its eyes wide open, its face full of horror, and there was a hint of disbelief in its pupils.
Until the moment he died, he couldn't believe that he was actually killed by a fourth-grade Saint Emperor boy!
"Boy, you really deserve to die! You actually killed Mr. Yuan!"
At this moment, an extremely angry voice sounded not far away.
Ling Hao looked around and saw that it was the eighth-grade Holy Emperor who was fighting against Mr. Hu and Mr. Lin.
Ling Hao observed at the same time that both Mr. Hu and Mr. Lin were seriously injured, and their combat power had been reduced by 20 to 30%.
If we continue to fight, I'm afraid it won't be long before we reach the end of our strength.
Bang!
At the same time, a loud noise came from the void not far away.
I saw Murong Ziyun being swept away a thousand meters away by a sixth-grade holy emperor, and at the same time she opened her mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
her previous
The opponent was a fifth-grade Holy Emperor. After the two fought for several rounds, she killed him with one sword.
However, before she could regain her composure, she was thrown away by an old man who was a sixth-grade Holy Emperor, and her breath was very disordered.
Moreover, the sixth-grade holy emperor obviously did not want to give up easily, and he turned around and chased after him with a twist of his eyes.
"Mom, be careful!"
Ling Hao shouted loudly, and then he ducked and rushed towards Murong Ziyun.
Although Mr. Hu and Mr. Lin were also in a critical situation, their lives were not in danger yet, so he had to save his mother first.
"Boy, if you kill Mr. Yuan, you must die for me!"
However, before Ling Hao flew a hundred meters away, the opponent's eighth-grade Holy Emperor roared angrily, raised his hand and formed a mark and smashed it out.
Ling Hao frowned, but instead of fighting with him, he ducked aside.
"Let's see how long you can hide!" The eighth-grade Holy Emperor roared again, sweeping out a violent wind from his hand.
"Brother Ling Hao, I'll deal with him, go and save your mother!" Zi Ling's voice sounded in Ling Hao's mind.
call!
The next moment, a purple figure appeared next to Ling Hao, it was Zi Ling.
Immediately afterwards, Zi Ling raised her hand and blocked the attack of the eighth-grade holy emperor with a few bursts of purple flames.
"Zi Ling, be careful yourself!" Ling Hao was stunned for a moment and then rushed towards Murong Ziyun.
At this time, he could no longer think so much. If Zi Ling didn't come out, he wouldn't be able to save his mother.
"Brother Ling Hao, be careful yourself!" Zi Ling replied, then raised his hand to attack the opponent.
At the same time, a thousand meters away, the old man of the sixth-grade Holy Emperor had already flashed to a distance of three to four hundred meters in front of Murong Ziyun.
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"Sending you on your way!"
Hearing his deep voice, he raised his hand to form a phantom sword and slashed at Murong Ziyun.
Murong Ziyun was attacked by the opponent just now. She was seriously injured and her combat power had dropped to less than 60%. It was impossible for her to take this attack again. ??
"Aunt Yun, be careful!" Chi Xiaoxuan, who was not far away, shouted loudly.
She wanted to go up to the rescue, but she was also suppressed by a sixth-grade holy emperor, and her intentions were insufficient.
call out!
At this moment, a blood-red arc-shaped sword light shot out quickly.
Immediately afterwards, the phantom sword of the sixth-grade Saint Emperor was blocked, and the strong air wave knocked Murong Ziyun away again for a distance of two to three hundred meters.
"Mom, how are you?" Ling Hao used Phantom Trace to quickly come to his mother, with a worried look on his face.
"Hao'er, don't worry, mom is fine!" Murong Ziyun raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and responded.
"Mom, please adjust your breathing first!" Ling Hao roughly checked his mother's body and felt relieved.
"Boy, I didn't realize it. Your skills are not bad, but you blocked my attack so easily." At this time, the old man of the sixth-grade Saint Emperor looked at Ling Hao and said.
However, before he finished speaking, Ling Hao flipped his wrist and an arc-shaped sword shot out again.
"Boy, you are really looking for death. I will let you know right away what is the meaning of heaven and earth!" The old man obviously did not take Ling Hao's knife seriously.
If he were to know that Ling Hao had killed an eighth-grade Holy Emperor just a minute ago, I don't know what he would think.
While speaking, the old man also activated the move just now, and faced it with a phantom sword.
However, the next moment, his expression stiffened.
After Ling Hao's curved blade tore through his offensive as if entering a no-man's land, the force flashed from his neck.
Pass.
puff!
A head rose into the sky, blood spurting out like a pillar.
With Ling Hao's current fighting power, it would be an easy task to kill a sixth-grade Saint Emperor.
call!
After killing the old man with one knife, Ling Hao dodged and rushed towards Chi Xiaoxuan.
The old man on the other side saw Ling Hao kill a sixth-grade Saint Emperor with his own eyes, so he naturally did not have any courage to confront Ling Hao.
Seeing Ling Hao rushing towards him, he quickly ran away behind him without any hesitation.
However, his teleportation speed was obviously not as fast as Ling Hao's, and he was caught up by Ling Hao before he ran a thousand meters away.
Then, there is no more.
After a flash of sword light, the old man's body split into two and fell from the air, his flesh and blood blurred.
"Sister Xuan, are you okay?" Ling Hao looked at Chi Xiaoxuan and asked loudly.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, go and help Mr. Wu!" Chi Xiaoxuan responded.
"Okay!" Ling Hao nodded and rushed towards Mr. Wu's direction.
Bang!
Just when Ling Hao had just beheaded the sixth-grade Saint Emperor, the eighth-grade Saint Emperor a thousand meters away was thrown away by a burst of purple flames blasted by Zi Ling.
A large amount of blood poured out of the mouth of the eighth-grade holy emperor, his sternum was at least half broken, and his expression was distorted.
Previously, when Zi Ling came out of Ling Hao's body, he was very excited because he knew very well that this must be the 'source of spiritual veins'.
This is one of the two main goals for their group to come to Tianlong City. If they can capture the 'source of spiritual veins', he will be a great hero.
However, just after he and Zi Ling fought for a round, he knew that he was overthinking.
There is no way he can win this. Whether he can save his life is still unknown!