The next moment, he flipped his wrist, and the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword once again slashed out with an extremely sharp cold light, and a harsh wind whistle sounded in the air.
"Huh!?" Just when Ling Hao activated it, the pupils of the Ghost Blood Demon King shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and a terrifying aura of crisis filled every pore in his body.
Only then did he realize that he had far underestimated Ling Hao's strength!
This is not just a God of War figure. He is a strong man in the late War Lord realm, and his combat power is still above him!
A turmoil arose in my heart. Is Daxia really so terrifying? Anyone who comes out is this kind of top powerhouse!
He didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly retreated to defense, crossed his hands on his chest, and held two maces across his chest, trying to block Ling Hao's sword.
Click! Click!
However, he obviously underestimated Ling Hao's strength once again. The mace made of fine steel shattered like tofu dregs, and the sword's power did not diminish, and the force flashed past his arm.
Boom!
The entire arm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
This all depends on him slightly shifting his body at the last moment, otherwise, he would definitely be split into two.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Immediately afterwards, the ghost-blooded demon king quickly retreated more than ten steps, and the tiles under his feet shattered like a spider web.
puff!
After finally regaining his balance, he opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His aura immediately weakened, and his combat power was less than 30%.
"How... how is it possible!?" He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Ling Hao, a look of extreme fear flashed in his pupils.
No matter what I say, it is the strength of War Lord Xiaocheng. Even in the dark world, he is still the best, but he can't block the opponent's move.
Too scary!
"Not bad, you can still take one of my moves!" Ling Hao took a deep breath and said calmly.
He is injured and can only activate this level of skill at the moment.
Otherwise, how could a little guy like the Ghost Blood Demon King stand here and talk nonsense.
"You...who are you?" The Ghost-Blooded Demon King spoke with difficulty again.
"You people in the dark world, do you really think that our country of Great Xia's thousands of years of precipitation is a joke!?" Ling Hao responded coldly.
"A year ago, I already taught you a lesson in the dark world, but you turned a blind eye, so you can't blame me!"
"What!?" Hearing Ling Hao's words, the Ghost Blood Demon King trembled all over, his face full of shock: "You...you are Ling Shuai!?"
"I only know now that it's too late!" Ling Hao responded in a deep voice.
call!
After getting his acquiescence, the ghost-blooded demon king, who was in danger of losing his soul, dodged towards the back window.
After knowing Ling Hao's identity, he, who had already been severely injured, no longer had the slightest will to fight. There was only one word in his mind, escape!
Just like Huo Mei, he never expected to offend this evil god!
A year ago, he was able to kill five powerful men in the late stage of the God of War with one strike. It was absolutely easy to deal with him, a small master of war.
Don't say that you are just a small-time warrior, I'm afraid even if you are a peak warrior, you may not be your opponent!
If you don’t run away at this time, you’ll just have to wait for death if you stay!
"If you can't escape, you will die today!" Ling Hao's figure flashed out at the same time.
"Don't kill me... I'm willing to surrender... don't kill me..." The ghost-blooded demon king roared loudly as he ran wildly.
A warrior at the War Lord level can teleport much faster than the God of War. In the blink of an eye, he can run several kilometers away.
However, in his current state, how could he be faster than Ling Hao? In a few seconds, he had already reached less than a hundred meters behind him.
"I'm sorry, you're not qualified enough to surrender!" Ling Hao responded coldly.