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Chapter 1121 The deputy sect leader of the Holy Blood Sect dies!

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    "You are finally willing to show up!" The white-haired old man said in a deep tone, raised his hand and struck at the ghost-hand fisherman.

    His purpose was to take the opponent's life, so he didn't hold back at all before taking action. A hurricane rolled up in the void and swept towards the ghost-hand fisherman.

    With his strength, if this move hits, the Ghost Hand Fisherman will probably say goodbye to this world.

    The Ghost Hand Fisherman naturally knew that he couldn't take this move, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

    Whoops!

    At this moment, a blood-red sword light cut through the void, crashing into the white-haired old man's offensive like a bolt of lightning.

    Boom!

    A loud noise spread across the sky, and the white-haired old man was immediately shaken back two to three hundred meters, and blood surged in his heart.

    "Who is it?!" The white-haired old man stabilized his figure and looked in the direction of Ling Hao and the others and said in a deep voice.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Boom!

    At the same time, the pair of young people fell into the middle of the lake one after another.

    Both of them were seriously injured and had no power at all, so they could only flop in the water subconsciously.

    "Chi'er, Yoona!" After a brief daze, the fisherman with ghost hands rushed towards the lake.

    "Kill him!" the white-haired old man said loudly.

    Phew!  call!  call!

    Before he finished speaking, six or seven people behind him took action at the same time, and violent winds blasted towards the ghost-hand fisherman.

    "If you want to kill him, ask us first if we agree!" The voices of Qinglong and others sounded at the same time.

    "Xuanpang, you are responsible for saving people!" Ling Hao said in a deep voice.

    "Copy that!" Xuan Pang replied and rushed towards the lake.

    "You dare to meddle in the Holy Blood Sect's business, you are so impatient!" the eighth-grade holy man from the other side said angrily, and then attacked everyone.

    "You don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Murong Xu replied and raised his hand to greet him.

    The next moment, the two sides were fighting fiercely.

    "You are really looking for death!"

    The white-haired old man headed by the opponent roared angrily, and then blasted out more than a dozen violent winds to attack Ling Hao.

    "Ignorance!" Ling Hao replied in a deep voice. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and used the blood shadow sword technique to attack.

    Bang!

    The two men's attacks collided again, and the old man was still slightly inferior, being knocked away by a hundred meters by the sword light.

    "If you want to die, I will help you!"

    The old man was furious. He was a master of half-step God Emperor, but he was forced back by an eighth-grade holy opponent twice in a row. Thinking about it made him angry.

    After he finished speaking, Jinzhi activated his trump card.

    The next moment, a huge skeleton image transformed from true energy was seen floating in the air, and then it opened its mouth and crashed towards Ling Hao, causing a hurricane in the void.

    Ling Hao didn't intend to continue to fight with him. He turned his wrist and formed a domineering sword to meet him.

    Boom!

    The sword screen that destroyed the heaven and earth slashed hard on the skull, and the opponent's offensive instantly dissipated invisible.

    The force of the sword was not reduced, and then it slashed straight at the opponent, and the powerful sword fell on the lake.

    There was a loud noise in the lake, as if a depth charge had been detonated, and at the same time a surging water curtain was set off, and the formation was horrifying.

    Seeing this scene, the people on the shore were no longer in the mood to watch the excitement, and retreated back as hard as they could.

    ¡°How is that possible?!¡±

    The white-haired old man looked in the direction of Ling Hao and said something with difficulty, then split his body in two and fell towards the lake.

    "Deputy Sect Master!" Seeing this, the other six or seven people on the other side cried out in pain at the same time, their expressions distorted.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    The two people who were fighting against Lu Yue were directly beheaded by Lu Yue's sword when they were distracted, and they fell down one after another.

    The eighth-grade Holy Saint who fought against Murong Xu also had certain injuries on his body.

    Although both of them are in the eighth-level realm, Murong Xu is only one step away from the ninth-level saint, and his combat power is far superior to that of his opponent.

    "You deserve to die. If you dare to kill our deputy sect master, all of you will not survive!" The old man took Murong Xu's move again, then dodged and fled towards the way he came.

    He knew very well that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely die, so he no longer cared about the fisherman with ghost hands. Escape was the most important thing.

    But, he obviously thinks too much!

    Before he could escape a distance of four to five hundred meters, a blood-red sword light had already struck behind him.

    AlthoughHe felt the cold breath of death, but could no longer avoid it, and the sword light flashed past his waist.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    The two body parts fell on the lake, causing a splash of water.

    On the other side, those who were fighting Qinglong also lost the slightest intention to fight and fled around.

    However, how could Murong Xu and Lu Yue let them escape? In less than two minutes, they were all killed.

    Eight people, in less than ten minutes, no one survived!

    "Chi'er, Yoona!"

    At the same time, Xuan Pang and Ghost Hand Fisherman each rescued one person and came to the shore.

    The two young men had passed out and were hanging with only one breath left. The ghost-handed fisherman looked at his two children with painful expressions on their faces.

    "You give way first, I can save them!"

    As Xuan Pang spoke, he took out a silver needle from his body and quickly inserted it into several important acupuncture points on the two of them.

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    The ghost-handed fisherman on the side, although he still doesn¡¯t know who Ling Hao and his party are, he has no other choice but to place his hopes on Xuan Pang.

    After a while, Ling Hao and others came to the front one after another.

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    About a quarter of an hour later, the two young men coughed and then slowly opened their eyes.

    "Chi'er, Yuner, how are you?" After seeing the two of them wake up, the ghost-hand fisherman quickly asked.

    ¡°Father,¡± they both spoke at the same time, looking much better than before.

    "Don't talk yet. Your injuries are serious. Give me some time!" Xuan Pang said in a deep voice.

    "Thank you," the two of them replied.

    The ghost-hand fisherman also showed a look of gratitude on his face. In any case, the lives of his son and daughter should have been saved.

    About half an hour later, Xuan Pang retracted his palm and stood up.

    "How are you, little brother, Chi'er and the others?" The ghost-hand fisherman looked at Xuan Pang and asked.

    "The dangerous period has passed. I will give you a prescription later and let them take it for half a month." Xuan Pang replied.

    "Thank you, thank you very much!" The ghost-hand fisherman was completely relieved.

    "Thank you for saving my life!" The two young men stood up and bowed to Xuan Pang.

    "Don't thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank my brother!" Xuan Pang smacked his lips and responded.

    "Thank you for your help, brother!" The ghost-hand fisherman then bowed to Ling Hao and thanked him: "I wonder what I call you?"

    While speaking, I was filled with wonder.

    Putting aside everything else, the strength that Ling Hao showed before was enough to shock him!

    He is less than thirty years old, has the cultivation level of the Eighth Grade Holy Saint, and can easily kill a strong man who is half a step into the Divine Emperor Realm.

    With such a genius, even people from the ancestral family will feel inferior to him!

    He really can¡¯t think of when such a genius appeared in the Central Territory!

    Crazy Owl No. 1 (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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