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Chapter 320 The Ten Holy Sons Arrive!

In the sky, the setting sun was like blood, and a few geese flew by in a sarcasm.

At the foot of Xiaogu Mountain, a solemn atmosphere spreads.

"You guys watch and don't get involved."

Wang Hao looked at Situ Wanxiu and warned him.

Someone told the Xuanmen Saint Son about his whereabouts, and some came to report to him about the Xuanmen movements. There are martial arts practitioners who are enthusiastic about making friends with Wang Hao, and there are also good things that are not disgusting at the fun and fear that the world will not be in chaos.

Those.

No matter what, Wang Hao has already received the news that the prey he was waiting for has arrived.

This time the prey was quite large. Ten saints of Xuanmen came together, and there were fifty powerful disciples, a net of big fish.

Wang Hao felt a little pressure. At that time, a shocking battle will surely be launched, and blood will sprinkle the foot of Xiaogu Mountain.

He didn't want Situ Wanxiu and the Pingtou young man to get involved. He wanted to fight alone, but he was fearless.

"Although I, Xu Ping, is an unknown soldier, but I am grateful to you. Brother Wang should repay you with great kindness! So what about the Ten Saints of Xuanmen? I am willing to fight side by side with Brother Wang, even if I die!"

The flat-headed young man was surging with passion and was unwilling to retreat.

"Brother Xiaoyao, although I am a female, I also have a chivalrous heart. You are the elder brother I respect the most. If you are in danger, how can I watch? Even if I die in battle, I, Situ Wanxiu, will die with you.

!”

Situ Wanxiu's eyes were slightly red and her tone was passionate.

"Wow, it's so touching. After you three of you are dead in battle, I will be responsible for burying them!" The two-winged golden tiger was beside him and was sarcastic.

Wang Hao gave it a blank look, looked at Situ Wanxiu and the others smiled easily, "Don't look like the end of the world, they are just the ten saints of Xuanmen. I'll kill them easily, just watch them. If you want to fight side by side

, I'm afraid I'll have to be distracted to take care of you."

"Ha, the cowhide is about to blow the sky. Xia You holds the black dragon sword in his hand and kills you with one sword!" The two-winged golden tiger sneered.

"Another thing, I'm fighting in tiger's skin and killing the Ten Saints!" Wang Hao glanced at the two-winged Golden Tiger coldly.

The two-winged Jinhu suddenly felt a pain in his flesh and his heart was chilling. He hummed twice, not daring to say anything else.

It is arrogant and arrogant, and regards itself as a king, but is defeated by Wang Hao. He dares not speak loudly to Wang Hao, but only dares to say some sarcastic words.

"This is the powerful remains of the battle with Wang Xiaoyao on the top of the mountain before. Why do you look so weak now?" A thin martial arts cultivator watching looked at the two-winged golden tiger with a strange look.

"What are you looking at? The thin monkey, have you never seen such a handsome tiger? I am comparable to the real dragon, Kunpeng, Qilin, and slap you to death!"

The two-winged golden tiger stared at the thin martial artist and cursed.

The thin martial arts cultivator quickly fled, and this tiger was not a good person.

In the end, Xu Ping and Situ Wanxiu accepted Wang Hao's proposal and watched the battle.

But both of them said that if Wang Hao lost, they would join the war no matter what.

Wang Hao laughed.

Now that his cultivation has reached the 29th level of Xiaoyao Art, he has all kinds of trump cards in hand, and he is not afraid of the Ten Saints of Xuanmen!

"Really, I have a premonition. Maybe today next year will be your death day... Don't be anxious or do anything. This is a kind reminder, hehe..."

The two-winged golden tiger spoke again.

Wang Hao grind his teeth: "You'd better hope that I'll order it. The second antidote is given to you, and there is a third one."

Hold the grass!

The two-winged golden tiger had a fur and was furious: "Wang Xiaoyao, you are so dark, I'll draw a master!"

Whoosh!

Wang Hao flashed over and grabbed it.

Bang bang bang bang...

Another fat beat.

"Ahhh, I'm convinced, brother, dear brother! Stop beating, I won't be mean anymore, let me say I'll commit suicide!" The two-winged golden tiger begged for mercy, and the tiger's mouth was beaten in a crooked way.

Wang Hao then stopped and then sat quietly on a bluestone, waiting for the Xuanmen people to come to the door.

Not long after, Xu Ping came over and said in a low voice: "Brother Wang, the situation seems to be a little bad. My friend heard from him that the demon tribes had big moves. A demon king and the demon king personally led a large number of troops to come here quietly.

Come."

"I analyze that they may want to be fishermen."

Wang Hao frowned, the news was amazing.

If Xu Ping's guess is true, then this battle should not be started, otherwise the fishermen of the demon clan will benefit.

"Xu Pingtou, go and inquire again and tell me what news you have right away." Wang Hao's expression was solemn, feeling that this matter was a big deal, and even the demons and the two tribes were involved, and it was difficult to end.

He and Xuanmen are life-and-death enemies, but from the overall situation, they are both human martial artists.

If you face demons, you must work together.

"Okay, Brother Wang."

Xu Ping took two steps and suddenly turned around, correcting: "My name is Xu Ping, not Xu Pingtou."

"I understand." Wang Hao nodded.

After Xu Ping left for ten minutes, Wang Hao's hair was standing upside down, he jumped up suddenly, and then he saw a sword light soaring into the sky, dazzling and like a firework, tearing the void and heading towards his place.

Kill it.

boom!

Wang Hao's body surface was filled with the true energy of Xiaoyao, like the evil sea of ​​Nujiang River, and wiped out the sword light without moving at all.

After the sword light passed, a group of people appeared. The leader was wearing a moon-white robe and holding a huge sword. His face was handsome and cold, his eyes were like lightning, piercing through the void, staring at Wang Hao tightly.

"Xia You, the third saint son of Xuanmen, the peerless genius, he is here!"

Without Wang Hao's identification, the martial arts practitioners who had already gathered to watch had already reported the origins of this group of people.

There were bursts of exclamations at the scene.

"snort."

Wang Hao sneered, his eyes falling on the sword in Xia You's hand. It was indeed a good sword. It was so far away that he could cut out the sword light that made his hair stand on.

"The black dragon sword, a huge dark red sword, with an ancient shape, and the sword jaws on both sides look like sharks and dragon whale. The hilt of the sword is made of the spine of an ancient black dragon, and is soaked with dragon blood.

The great power of the dragon can slash the sky and the earth!"

The sound of the two-winged golden tiger sounded in Wang Hao's ears.

Wang Hao looked at it in surprise. This tiger knew a lot, which was surprising.

In the distance, another group came. The leader was tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and murderous intent.

"Wang Xiaoyao, kill my brother, and you will be smashed into pieces today!" He shouted, angrily.

"This is Liu Mubai, the fifth saint of Xuanmen. It is said that there is a trace of the bloodline of the Heavenly Human race in his body, and his strength is not inferior to Xia You." Someone was amazed.

"The bloodline of the Heavenly Man race is one of the top ten bloodlines of the ancient human race. The pure bloody Heavenly Man race children are comparable to the cubs of ancient divine beasts."

"Liu Mubai's origin is too great. Maybe he can kill Wang Xiaoyao alone!"

Many people exclaimed and shook their heads, not optimistic about Wang Hao.

He is very powerful, but his opponent is also very powerful.

And how did he deal with the Ten Saints of Xuanmen who were alone?

"Wang Xiaoyao, you are brave enough to issue a hunting order to my Xuanmen, break through the sky with all your might! I fight Kuangtian and blow your skull!"

A loud shout came from the northwest direction.

Immediately afterwards, a strong man with a naked upper body appeared in everyone's sight, like a savage from ancient times, covered with black hair. His raised hard muscles were like stubborn stones, full of explosive power.

He moved his steps and jumped in with a bang.

Boom!

He stomped on this mountain, his body was covered with long black hair, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and his movements were swift, and he moved with a slap.

Bang!

Wang Hao hides, and the bluestone beside him is slapped by the savage!

"This is Zhan Kuangtian, the sixth saint of Xuanmen. He is full of brute force, extremely powerful, warlike and bloodthirsty, and should not be underestimated."

Someone whispered, looking at Zhan Kuangtian with fear.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

There was endless wind breaking around, and several masters appeared one after another, surrounding the mountain with terrifying evil aura.

They are all the holy sons of Xuanmen, who come here to kill Wang Xiaoyao.

Surrounded by ten saints and fifty Xuanmen disciples, Wang Hao did not act rashly because he realized the more dangerous aura and was hiding in the mountains and forests.

He felt that he was probably the master of the demon clan.

Xu Ping's news is good. The demon clan wants to wait for him to fight with Xuanmen and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

But without giving Wang Hao a chance to look at the situation, the Ten Saints of Xuanmen had already surrounded him with murderous intent.

"Do you want to force me to start a murderous crime?" Wang Hao said in a cold voice.

The ten saints of Xuanmen were distributed in various places and surrounded him. They obviously did not plan to let him go, and they had the will of killing him.

If there were no demons and tribes who secretly peeked in secret, he would be fearless and could kill all directions, but the demons and tribes who lurked in the dark, leaving him like a thorn on his back.

"Wang Xiaoyao, don't bluff!" Someone sneered.

"I will die!"

"There is only a dead end to oppose my Xuanmen!"

"You don't even have the qualification to commit suicide!"

"Clang!"

A light flashed in Wang Hao's hand, and a bright silver moon appeared, emitting brilliant light.

"Who wants to be the first to die!?"

He looked down on the Ten Saints.


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