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Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181

"The King of the West is indeed a genius that is rare to see in a thousand years, and he is worthy of his reputation!" Old Antique Zhao said calmly after adjusting his breath slightly.

"Based on King Xi's age, looking at the entire ancient martial arts world, the only people who can compare with you are probably the geniuses from the top sects!" the old man surnamed Hua said at the same time.

"King Yixi's potential, given you a few more years, I'm afraid you will be able to stand out from the crowd!"

"It's just a pity that you are too conceited. After today, there will no longer be a Western King in Daxia!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the old antique named Zhao: "Old man Zhao, stop playing around and use your trump cards! Fight quickly to avoid unnecessary complications!"

"Okay!" Old Antique Zhao nodded, looked at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice.

"King Xi, use your trump card. We can determine the outcome with one move!"

Phew! Phew! Phew!

After the words fell, the aura of the two people rose again, and the murderous intention in the void became even stronger.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them activated their own War Emperor powers at the same time.

An ancient cauldron appeared in the sky above the head of the old antique named Zhao. Thunder was wrapped around him, and a burst of explosions continued to sound in the void.

"Go!" With his low voice, the phantom ancient cauldron crashed towards Ling Hao with a strong aura of death.

The Emperor of War, whose surname is Hua Laogu, is a huge phantom lotus. The lotus floats in mid-air and spins rapidly, forming a powerful air vortex.

"Disperse!"

Immediately afterwards, the old man named Hua said something in a deep voice, and the rapidly rotating lotus petals spread out.

After a while, seven or eight petals were seen sweeping out according to their own movement trajectories, like a white horse passing by, with murderous intent.

"You two want to see my trump card, then as you wish!"

As early as the two of them had formed their own imperial power, Ling Hao also started.

He mobilized his whole body's energy to pour into the Blood Shadow Crazy Sword, and the blade turned blood red. After a while, his wrist continued to turn, and then it formed the power of the War Emperor.

"Blood Shadow Burns the Sky!"

The next moment, the phantom mad sword cut through the void like lightning in the sky and fell towards the imperial power of the old man named Zhao.

Click!

The phantom mad sword struck the phantom ancient cauldron as if it had materialized. The ancient cauldron exploded into pieces and then disappeared.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the same time, the aroused air wave contained majestic momentum and oscillated rapidly, and the phantom petals of the old antique Hua exploded before they could reach Ling Hao.

puff!

Immediately afterwards, the old man surnamed Zhao raised his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood before flying backwards at high speed, making a big crater in the hard mountain ground and then collapsed inside.

The old man surnamed Hua stabilized himself after sliding for tens of meters, with blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Since Ling Hao last fought against the God of Death in the Dark World, during this period of time, with the help of the spiritual fruits in Mo Pavilion, his combat power has improved a lot.

With his current strength, it is not too difficult to fight against two peak-level opponents.

Although he was slightly injured in the round just now, he was much stronger than the other two.

"Uncle!"

"Third aunt!"

After seeing this scene, the two masters of Wuying Palace, who were hundreds of meters away, exclaimed at the same time and hurriedly ran towards the two old antiques.

A wave of panic arose in the hearts of both of them at the same time. Apparently, neither of them expected that Ling Hao's combat power had reached such a level.

"Don't... leave me alone... run... run..." The old man surnamed Zhao looked at the Master of Wuying Palace and said with difficulty: "You... are not his opponent..."

After finishing speaking, he tried his best to look at the old antique named Hua and shouted loudly: "Hua...Old lady Hua...hurry up and protect them both from leaving..."


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