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- "What a shameless statement!" The man snorted coldly: "After being targeted by our underworld, your life is no longer your own"
"Don't want to say it?" Ling Hao interrupted him coldly: "Then let's see how long you can persist"
"Brother Ling Hao, retreat quickly!" At this moment, Zi Ling's voice sounded.
"Huh?" Ling Hao was stunned for a moment and then rushed back four to five hundred meters away.
Boom!
Almost at the same time as he set off, a mark containing monstrous force hit the place where he had just landed like a meteorite, and a huge pit appeared.
Although I haven¡¯t seen anyone yet, I can deduce from the move just now that the person coming is obviously a return to the ancestral realm.
"You hid pretty quickly!" Then I saw an old man Yu Kong coming not far away.
"See you, Lord Messenger!" After seeing the old man, the man with the broken arm briefly treated the wound and stood up.
"Trash!" the old man replied coldly and then looked at Ling Hao: "Hand over the Nine Dragon Cauldron and the Heavenly Vault Yuan Stone, and I will spare your life!"
Whoops!
Ling Hao didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he just slashed out with his sword.
"Looking for death!" The old man said in a deep voice and punched the sword.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, the two men rushed four to five hundred meters away, evenly matched.
¡°Somewhat capable!¡±
The old man didn't stop. As he flashed forward, he raised his hand and pressed down. He immediately saw a momentum as thick as a mountain pressing down on Ling Hao.
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Ling Hao flipped his wrist, a sword flashed in the air, and the opponent's aura exploded.
Phew!
The old man continued to take action, and his hands condensed into a rapidly rotating wave of air that surged out, causing strong winds in the void.
Ling Hao continued to turn his wrist, and countless sword lights formed a blade screen in front of him to block it.
The next moment, the offensives of both sides became invisible again, each retreating several hundred meters.
Neither of them seemed to have any intention of stopping. They just stabilized their bodies and rushed out again. The void around them was cracked inch by inch, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
Boom!
After the two continued to fight for more than ten rounds, they each retreated hundreds of meters away, and they were still evenly matched.
"I underestimated you!" A look of solemnity flashed across the old man's face. He knew that he had seriously underestimated his opponent.
"Die!" Ling Hao didn't intend to waste time with the other party.
After finishing speaking, he held the mad sword in his hand and condensed it into a magic sword and slashed out.
The reason why he didn't use his trump card before was because he had just broken through, so he deliberately used the opponent to practice his sword.
"What a shameless statement!" the old man replied coldly.
As he finished speaking, a cold aura burst out from him, and at the same time, a mass of mist could be seen billowing in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, densely packed heads appeared in the mist, each with extremely ferocious expressions, and then opened their big scarlet mouths and flashed towards Ling Hao. The entire void was like a hell on earth.
Boom!
The arc-shaped sword light was so devastating that those heads had no chance of resisting and turned invisible in an instant. The sword light remained unabated and then dodged towards the opponent.
"How could it be?!" the old man exclaimed.
Poof!
Before he finished speaking, a head shot up into the sky with a look of horror on his face.
Hiss!
In the woods below, the two men beside Youbei made a surprised sound at the same time.
"He actually has such strong fighting power?" One of the men couldn't help but said.
"What Miss Zhong said is indeed true!" Youbei couldn't help but say.
He is self-aware, even if he is himself, he may not be able to take Ling Hao's sword!
The early Saint Ancestor was actually able to activate that level of sword skills. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it!
"No messenger!" At the same time, the man with the broken arm shouted loudly.
Then, when he realized what he was doing, he quickly fled towards the back.
However, just after running a few steps, a gust of wind from Ling Hao's palm was lifted into the air, and he was hit hard behind, losing all his fighting power.
"Are you willing to say it?" Ling Hao walked towards the other party.
"Youyou dare to kill Messenger Mo, you are dead, you are absolutely dead, I will go down and wait for you first" The man spoke with difficulty.
After finishing speaking, he twisted his eyes, a ball of blood mist burst out from his atrium, and his legs stopped moving.
"Huh?" Ling Hao frowned slightly.
After a short pause, he looked towards the forest on the left: "Come out!"
Naturally, he had already detected the auras of the three people in Youbei.
"My little brother is worthy of being the master of the Nine Dragon Cauldron, I admire you!" Youbei walked out with two followers.
"What do you want to see me for?" Ling Hao asked in a deep voice.
"To be honest, I do have something I want to ask my little brother for help with!" Youbei said.
"Say!" Ling Hao responded.
"I want to ask my little brother to help me save someone!" Youbei added after finishing his words: "As long as my little brother is willing to help, the Netherworld Palace is willing to take the Netherworld Shield in return!"
"Not interested!" Ling Hao replied.
He doesn¡¯t have a good impression of the Netherworld Palace and is too lazy to make a deal with the other party. Moreover, he doesn¡¯t know what the Netherworld Shield is.
"Although the Nether Shield is very good, it is not of much use to him!" At this moment, a woman's voice sounded.
Ling Hao turned around and saw that it was the woman in blue shirt, Zhong Banxian.
After arriving, he looked Ling Hao up and down: "What's your cultivation level?"
"Obviously, she was surprised by Ling Hao's speed of ascending on a rocket. Even though she has met countless people, I'm afraid she has never met such a monster!
"I've seen Miss Zhong!" At the same time, Youbei looked at the woman in blue and asked, "The Netherworld Shield is enough to withstand a full blow from a strong person in the mid-to-late stage of returning to his ancestors, so why is it not of much use to him?"
Hearing Youbei¡¯s words, Ling Hao¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly. He didn¡¯t expect that Nether Palace would have such a defensive artifact!
However, as Zhong Banxian said, this thing is really not very attractive to him.
With the premise of stimulating the power of his bloodline, his cultivation level can be promoted to the level of the fifth-level Saint Ancestor, and his physical body's ability to withstand attacks is comparable to that of the middle stage of returning to his ancestors.
With time, after his cultivation level rises a few levels again, his own ability to resist attacks will be enough to compete with the late stage of returning to his ancestors.
"Because he doesn't need it!" Zhong Banxian said lightly: "His system and bloodline are very special, and his physical resistance is enough to compete with opponents who are a level higher than him!"
Hiss!
Hearing her words, the three people in Youbei couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Ling Hao was also slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party even knew this.
"If you really want to reward him, you can give him wings!" Zhong Banxian continued.
"Miss Zhong knows about Youyi?" Youbei's pupils shrank slightly.
"What's so strange about this!" Zhong Banxian said calmly and looked at Ling Hao.
"You may not know what a ghost wing is. Its biggest advantage is that it can instantly increase a warrior's teleportation speed by two or three times!"
After finishing speaking, he continued to add: "No matter how fast your original speed is, as long as you use the ghost wing, it can be improved two or three times!"
"Oh?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes.
This is a good thing. His current teleportation speed is already fast enough. If it can be increased two or three times, even opponents who are a level higher than him may have difficulty catching him!
"Miss Zhong, let me ask the palace master for instructions!" After Youbei finished speaking, he took out the sound transmission stone and sent a message.
"Who does he want me to help them save?" Ling Hao looked at Zhong Banxian and asked.
¡°An ancestor of their Nether Palace!¡± Zhong Banxian said.
"You were so arrogant back then that you were chained by an expert with hundreds of millions of years of black iron. Only your sword can cut off that iron chain!"
"How do you know that my sword can cut hundreds of millions of years of black iron?" Ling Hao was stunned for a moment. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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