"Chen Xi, why are you here?" Ling Hao turned around and looked over.
"Brother Ling Hao, let me help you!" Xuan Chenxi rushed over quickly.
"Don't come here!" Ling Hao shouted loudly, and after a brief pause, he continued: "Give me your sword!"
He knew very well that the Death God's current combat power had definitely returned to its peak state, even worse than before.
Although Xuan Chenxi was able to leapfrog the challenge, it was still difficult for him to take the opponent's move!
"Okay!" Xuan Chenxi was stunned for a moment, then threw the ancient sword in his hand to Ling Hao.
"Exit a thousand meters away!" Ling Hao said in a deep voice after catching the ancient sword.
"Brother Ling Hao, be careful!" A look of worry appeared on Xuan Chenxi's face.
"Don't worry, it's okay!" Ling Hao said again.
"The God of Death sacrifices himself to heaven!"
At this moment, the God of Death shouted and activated his most powerful trump card.
This time, the imperial force that emerged above his head was no longer the beast it was before.
Instead, it was a skeletal figure, wearing a robe and holding a seven-foot sickle in his hand, as if he had just crawled out of hell.
A standard portrait of Death!
"kill!"
As the God of Death shouted, the skeleton statue rushed towards Ling Hao as if it were a living person, wielding a sickle.
"Murong Sword Technique!"
At the same time, Ling Hao activated his other trump card.
The next moment, sword shadows filled the sky with a radius of one kilometer, and the extremely powerful sword power was devastating.
Before the two deputy palace masters on the other side, who had just gotten up, had time to react, their bodies were instantly cut with numerous bloody wounds.
After opening their mouths, they fell down without making any sound. Their whole bodies twitched a few times and then completely lost their breath.
"combine!"
After a while, after hearing Ling Hao's deep voice, the sword shadows all over the sky merged quickly, and a huge phantom ancient sword appeared in the air.
Then, as if the ancient sword had materialized, it shot towards the opponent's skeletal god of death with thunderous force!
boom!
A shocking loud noise spread across the sky again, and the ancient phantom sword passed through the heart of the skeleton with a crushing force, and the phantom of the skeleton immediately dissipated invisible.
laugh!
The ancient sword did not lose its power and dodged past the God of Death's shoulder.
Boom!
The God of Death's right arm separated from his body and flew into the air, blood spurting out wildly.
"Hmm..." The God of Death made a muffled sound and flew out again.
It flew hundreds of meters away before crashing to the ground. After somersaulting several times, it collapsed on the ground like mud, and its momentum weakened at the same time.
This sword not only cut off one of his arms, but also shattered several of his meridians, leaving him with only half a life.
This was obviously the result of Ling Hao's mercy, otherwise, the sword that struck just now would not have been his arm.
On the other hand, Ling Hao, after activating Murong's sword technique to cut off one of the Death God's arms, slid back tens of meters again, opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, his face turned slightly pale.
"Brother Ling Hao, how are you, are you okay?" Xuan Chenxi ran over with a worried look on his face.
When he arrived, he took out a healing elixir from his body and handed it to Ling Hao: "Brother Ling Hao, take this elixir quickly!"
"It's okay, don't worry too much, it's just a minor injury." Ling Hao smiled and took the pill.
"You're already injured like this, it's just a minor injury!" Xuan Chenxi slightly inspected Ling Hao's injuries and frowned slightly.
