"Hmph, I'm the best at fighting overlevels. Today I will definitely blow up your seriously injured body!" Wang Hao said proudly holding a silver spear.
"court death!"
Yan Que's body flashed and turned into a black line. His body tore the air and made a long and long sound like a flute. The endless sand in the desert was blown up by the wind carried by his body, rolling in the sky.
A terrible storm formed.
"brush!"
Yanque arrived in an instant, and Wang Hao suddenly felt a sharp wind sounding behind his head, as if he was about to grab the claws and grab his head into rotten watermelon.
Wang Hao did not hesitate, and the silver spear danced like the wind, wrapped his head and rotated around his head, hitting the devil's claws again.
Bang!
This time, Wang Hao was still knocked away, and the tiger's mouth was cracked, and a stream of blood flowed out, and his body was rolling and covered with yellow sand.
However, Yan Que was obviously not feeling well. I don’t know if it was Wang Hao’s silver spear was too sharp, or if he took action to touch the injuries on his body, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth.
"I see if you die!"
Seeing this situation, Wang Hao was overjoyed. He was likely to succeed today, take down Yan Que and get Nagarjuna!
So he rushed up suddenly, and the spear turned into a white lightning, which inspired the power of his body and stabbed Yan Que's head fiercely.
"Haha, overestimate one's own abilities!"
Yan Que let out a burst of dark smile, his body flashed, and suddenly there was a gust of cold wind, and his afterimage was everywhere, which made Wang Hao feel empty.
Wang Hao knew that he had to fight quickly, and there was an old Yin man's sword jar in the secret, so he could not tolerate any slackness.
He raised all his energy, and his bones were all in his mind, and his roots were like crystals, reflecting the surrounding situation all the time, and his skin was extremely sensitive. A trace of wind and a trace of smell could make him rise
Natural reaction.
At a speed that was several times faster than a monkey, his body jumped up and down, and his silver spear hit hard, and the light shone, piercing through the thousands of afterimages of Yan Que.
The whole place was filled with his guns, and within a dozen feet, his figure was everywhere, with the endless power given to him by the six caves.
However, Yan Que is at the level of half a step Yuan Mansion, and his cultivation is much higher than Wang Hao. It is not difficult for him to deal with Wang Hao's fierce attack.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
There were dozens of pits on the ground, and sand and soil splashed, but every blow from Yan Que made Wang Hao shake and press on the ground, trampling on his feet, and hitting the potholes.
However, Wang Hao was like a dying Xiaoqiang, like a copper pea. No matter how fierce Yan Que's offensive was or how far he flew, he was like nothing happened and got up to continue fighting.
In this way, Wang Hao became more and more fierce in the fight. On the other hand, Yan Que had greatly touched the injuries on his body and coughed up blood.
As one goes up and the other goes down, the words will definitely fail.
"Yanque, you can't waste my life. Hand over the dragon tree and I'll let you live!" Wang Hao held a silver spear in his hand, his eyes shining brightly.
"Haha, do you really think you can be my opponent? This saint son doesn't plan to waste it with you! Sacrifice me to the magical powers, the Demon Swallows the Sun!"
While speaking, Yanque shook his sleeves.
Suddenly, the world was pitch black, black fog filled, and all the light disappeared. When Wang Hao reached out to see his hand, he felt that the universe of the world was loaded in Yan Que's big sleeve.