Wang Hao stabilized his body and glared at the old golden crow with a ferocious face.
Lao Jinwu knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't talk to him. He stuck out his arm and wanted to grab his grandson.
Wang Hao was very angry. This old man was too shameless. He ignored the agreement and took action against him, a junior, in front of hundreds of thousands of people, forcibly intervened in the battle between the younger generation!
Although Wang Hao was angry, he had no choice but to do anything. Who can stop such a powerful person as Lao Jinwu?
However, just as the old Jinwu's arm was about to catch the little Jinwu, a peerless sword light cut through the sky and slashed it quickly like a flash of lightning!
Puff!
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the sword light slashed on the old Jinwu's arm that was poking out, directly cutting off his arm and smashing it heavily to the ground.
The sword light was so terrifying that it directly cut off the old golden crow's arm!
Who is the one who draws the sword?
"Who? Who is it?"
The old Jinwu was shocked and angry, and immediately picked up his broken arm and wanted to pick it up.
Wang Hao was also looking around. The sword light was so amazing. Who emitted it?
"Little Jinwu, is there no one behind the bullying of Wang Xiaoyao?"
An old voice sounded loudly between the sky and the earth, and a hunched old man appeared under the horrified gaze.
He was gray-haired, only about one meter four in height, his skin was full of wrinkles like dry bark, and his teeth were almost gone.
But his eyes were extremely bright and shining with divine light.
The most striking thing is that he was carrying a pitch-black sword on his back.
"Black Sword Sect, this is the senior of Black Sword Sect!"
Someone exclaimed, his voice full of fear.
The Black Sword Sect is an extremely terrifying existence. Each sect has a black sword on its back, and once left a terrifying legend in the Lingxu world.
"The old man cut off the old Jinwu's arm with one sword, and he called the old Jinwu Xiao Jinwu. He is definitely the ancestor of the Black Sword Sect."
Mu Xi was shocked.
"I heard that the ancestor of the Black Sword Sect is a saint who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Is this the one?"
Qingyue's beautiful eyes were full of horror. If the guess was true, then this old man was a living fossil-level existence.
"The sword light traverses 100,000 miles, and the sword light shines on the nineteen states! This is the ancestor of the Black Sword Sect, leaving behind endless legendary senior Killing Saint!" The Red Blood Little Lin King was excited, and his eyes were filled with worship.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
As countless people were suffocating, the old man walked step by step.
He staggered, but when he fell down, it seemed like he was stepping heavily on everyone's hearts, making them tremble involuntarily.
"Black...Black Sword Killing the Saint!"
The old Jinwu looked at the hunchbacked old man and was extremely shocked, "You... are you still alive?!"
The old man didn't even look at the old Jinwu, his eyes fell directly on Wang Hao, and he smiled faintly: "Little guy, you are very good, there are successors to the human race."
"Wang Xiaoyao, thank you for your wishes, senior!"
Wang Hao immediately stepped forward and bowed. He knew that the Black Sword Sect had been born for him. The old man just cut off the old Jinwu's arm with one sword and stood up for him. He was extremely grateful in his heart.
"Haha, your master Fu Chen is kind to me in the Black Sword Sect. Although our Black Sword Sect is low-key and bloody, he is also clear about grudges."
The old man had a calm face, stretched out his bark-like finger and pointed at the pure-blooded golden crow, "Kill him, this is your defeated general. Old man, I stand here, no one dares to move."
"Senior Killing Saint, you are a senior, don't interfere in this matter." Lao Jinwu's face looked extremely ugly.
"Do you think you have a long life in front of this saint?"
The old man then looked at the old Jinwu. His sharp and murderous gaze made the old Jinwu shudder from head to toe.
"Shameless!"
Many people scolded Lao Jinwu, and he himself had to interfere with the grievances of the younger generation. It was so shameless to say this at this moment.
At this moment, with the support of the old killer, Wang Hao no longer cared about it and came to the dying pure blood golden crow. Yin Yue, filled with murderous intent, was already condensed in his palm.
"Wang Xiaoyao, you dare?!" Old Jinwu roared angrily.
"Little Golden Crow, don't talk."
The old killer raised his eyes slightly and looked at the old golden wu.
The old Jinwu's body chills again, and suddenly feels the terrifying pressure, and almost kneels to the ground.
Boom boom boom boom!
Without hesitation, Wang Hao condensed ten silver moons, all of which hit the pure blood golden crow.
The pure-blooded golden crow is already in a state of dying, with millions of scars on its body, the skull is cracked, and the heart is broken. How can it withstand such a heavy blow?
There was no accident this time. The pure blood golden crow died tragically under Wang Hao's Silver Moon Treasure Technique, and his entire body was smashed.
Seeing this scene, countless people sighed.
This arrogant ancient genius, a quasi-divine beast, was killed before the glorious world could arrive.
Sealed in the divine source, spending a long time just to bloom in this life.