"Ignorant child, you are seeking death, I will give you a ride!"
The old white man on the other side roared angrily, not taking Ling Hao's move seriously at all.
As he spoke, he advanced instead of retreating, attacking against the blood-red sword curtain.
Ji He vaguely sensed a hint of crisis from this move. After frowning slightly, he did not choose to fight head-on.
He stepped aside a distance, raised his hand and blasted out several blasts of wind towards the sword curtain.
boom!
A loud noise was heard, the sword curtain fell, and a deep ravine appeared on the ground.
The old white man didn't even understand what was going on, so he was split in half and his flesh and blood were blurred.
Because Ji He was a certain distance away from the sword screen, although he was blown away by the air wave for a distance of three to four hundred meters, his injuries were not serious.
Ling Hao is now the third-grade Holy Saint. As long as he activates the Overlord Sword Art, it is naturally not too difficult to kill the fifth-grade Holy Saint.
"How is that possible?" Ji He couldn't help but said after getting up from the ground.
A young man who was a third-level saint killed a fifth-level opponent with one blow. This is too exaggerated!
call!
Thinking of this, without any further hesitation, he turned around and headed towards the exit.
He knew very well that today's operation was a complete failure, and if he stayed, his life would have to be dealt with here.
"Did I let you go?" Ling Hao's voice sounded at the same time, and Yu Kong chased after him.
Then, holding the mad sword in his hand, he drew out an arc of sword light and shot it towards the opponent.
"Get away!" Ji He said in a deep voice, turned around and slapped Ling Hao.
boom!
The two men's offensive exploded in the void, and the air waves created a large crater on the mountainside.
After the loud noise, the two of them stepped back a hundred meters at the same time.
Ling Hao could even fight the opponent to a draw with the blood shadow sword technique without using his trump cards.
After Ji He stabilized his figure, he did not show any intention of fighting and fled away again.
However, just as he stepped out, a ripple of mental power shook out from between Ling Hao's brows.
The next moment, Ji He's eyes wandered away for a moment, then his figure stagnated, and he immediately fell downwards.
He was already injured, but with Ling Hao using all his strength to attack with mental power, it was naturally difficult for him to resist.
Although it won't seriously injure him, there is absolutely no problem in disturbing his nervous system for a moment.
After a while, Ji He fell to the ground and paused again, finally waking up.
However, just as he stood up, he saw an arc-shaped sword light growing from small to large in his pupils and slashing at him very quickly.
"Spare my life!" At this moment, he had no possibility of dodge, so he could only scream out in fear of the dead.
laugh!
Before he finished speaking, the sword flashed past his legs and knees.
Boom!
After the sword light passed, Ji He fell straight down, his calves separated from his body, and blood spurted out.
"Ah..." Ji He screamed hysterically, then rolled his eyes and passed out.
"I said, you can't escape!" Then, Ling Hao walked up to him.
Then, he took out a few silver needles from his body and shot them into Ji He's body, sealing his power and stopping the bleeding in his legs.
He obviously wanted to save Ji He's life, otherwise, the knife just now would have killed him.
Then, Ling Hao turned around and rushed towards Ni Jun's battle circle two kilometers away.
The opponent's remaining fifth-grade Holy Saint had already fought to the bitter end with Ni Jun, and both sides only had less than 50% of their fighting strength left.
Two minutes later, he was cut into two pieces by Ling Hao.
"You take a rest first, I'll take care of the others!" Ling Hao then said to Ni Jun and rushed out again.
