Just as the sound of breaking through the air sounded, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared. A silver spear appeared in his hand, stabbing the blood sword accurately and fiercely!
A crisp bang!
The blood sword of the pure blood golden crow was shattered in response to the sound, completely shattering, turning into pieces!
This sudden change surprised everyone present. Even Qingyue, who had closed her eyes and waited for death, opened her eyes and looked at the familiar figure in front of her in shock.
A moment later, a thick look of horror appeared on the pretty face as bright as jade and slightly pale: "Wang Wang Xiaoyao?"
Finally, at this critical moment, Wang Hao arrived!
"Wang Xiaoyao, why is it you??" The pure blood golden crow seemed to see a ghost when she saw Wang Hao!
Isn’t this guy already dead in the land of heaven?
Qingyue felt the same way, staring at the figure in front of her, her pretty face full of astonishment.
"Brother Wang?" she asked again.
"Qingyue, it's me, I'm here." Wang Hao put away his silver spear as soon as possible and smiled at Qingyue.
Qingyue realized that the person in front of her was really Wang Hao. She suddenly became surprised: "You are not dead, it's great!"
"I agreed to meet in Shiyuan City, how could I die?"
Wang Hao shook his head slightly, and when he saw the scars and blood on Qingyue Mountain, his eyes suddenly became cold.
"I'm not seriously injured."
Qingyue shook her head slightly, took off the thin veil, and smiled and said, "Thank you."
She knew that it was Wang Hao who saved her.
"You are polite." Wang Hao stared at Qingyue, his faint voice gave people a sense of peace like a rock, "Let me leave the next thing."
Qingyue nodded slightly. At this time, the Red Blood Little Rope King had rushed over quickly and was also shocked when he saw Wang Hao.
"Please take good care of her!" Wang Hao said to Xiaolin Wang.
King Xiaolin nodded in surprise, and then flew down from the top of Cangshan with Qingyue.
"Pure-blooded golden crow, I, Wang Xiaoyao, are back!"
A loud shout exploded across Cangshan like thunder.
In just a moment, hundreds of thousands of martial arts practitioners watching the battle were shocked.
Everyone saw the sudden scene just now, but they were too far apart and couldn't see who that person was.
He turned out to be Wang Xiaoyao!
The hero who had stirred up the boundless storm actually came back from the dead and killed him again!
Mu Xi looked up suddenly and saw a familiar figure standing on the top of Cangshan Mountain in the sky.
"Wang Xiaoyao, it's really him!" A deep joy suddenly emerged on Mu Xi's beautiful face.
"It's indeed Wang Xiaoyao. I've seen him in Zishan!" someone shouted excitedly.
"Wang Xiaoyao is not dead, our hero is not dead!" More people became excited.
"How is that possible?" The little bird and the little leopard king were both stunned. They clearly saw Wang Xiaoyao entering the land of Tianqi.
"It turns out that this guy is not dead. So the prototype of the imperial weapon was not buried in the land of Tianqi." Xingchan smiled, as beautiful as a flower, and he was obsessed with the eternal Sky-Breaking Spear.
"Okay, boss, it's time for us to appear. Our patriarch has completed the feat of heroic saving the beauty." Wang Ergou said to Du Lei in the space of Poyuansuo.
"But, that tigress Mu Xi is below." Tian Huangjiao said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, that 'Clan-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super-Super
Spy, go back and tell my grandpa, don’t make a big fuss, we are doing well.”
Now, countless pairs of eyes are staring here. On Cangshan, there are spies from various forces, and naturally there are those from the five major villages. At this time, all the spies took action and spread the news of Wang Hao and Du Lei's life.
At this time, Wang Hao's eyes were like two divine lights, piercing through the void and landing on the pure blood golden crow. The surging murderous aura burst out irresistiblely.
He wanted to kill the person in front of him so much that this urgent feeling had not appeared for a long time.
The pure blood golden crow had no grievances or grudges, but because he killed the eight gods of Zishan, this man spoke up and asked him to come and die.
Later, because Qingyue was his friend, this person actually targeted Qingyue and even invited the ancient Saint Xingchan to make trouble in Ziwei's stone yard.
Then, the pure blood Jinwu joined forces with the Heavenly Tribe Shura Xizhai, chasing him for tens of thousands of miles, forcing him into the land of Tianqi, and almost died.
Now, Qingyue was seriously injured in this battle. If he had taken one step late, Qingyue might have died.
All these grievances must be resolved with blood and death!
"Pure-blooded golden crow, here is here today, let's settle our grudges completely!"
Wang Hao stood proudly in the void, and his murderous intent poured out like a flood that broke through the dam.