During this process, Ling Hao activated the Heavenly Sword Art three times in a row.
The old man also activated his trump card several times, and both of them consumed a lot of energy.
The more the old man fought, the less confident he became. He never expected that Ling Hao's combat power was so abnormal, and a hint of regret rose in his heart.
If he had known this, he should have called two more helpers. When he set out from Fengchi Palace yesterday, the king asked him if he was sure.
He had swornly patted his chest and promised the king that he would bring back the head of the murderer of the third prince.
However, after the fierce battle until now, his confidence was being disintegrated bit by bit.
After adjusting his breath slightly, he looked around Duan Chenmu's battle circle. Under Fu Wei's full attack, Duan Chenmu was already defeated.
Based on his understanding of his king, if Duan Chenmu died here today.
Not only are they unable to survive, but even their families may not be spared.
Thinking of this, I feel like giving up!
"Regret it?"
Ling Hao also adjusted his breath and looked at the other person before speaking.
"But it's too late. Today, none of you can leave!"
"Hmph! What a shame!" The old man snorted coldly: "If you want to die, I'll give you a ride!"
After the words fell, he mobilized his whole body's skills to once again condense his strongest trump card.
After a while, a huge bird that took the form of true energy appeared in the sky above its head.
Immediately afterwards, the bird flapped its huge wings and swooped towards Ling Hao, covering up the clouds and the sun, and gusts of wind blew up in the sky.
Ling Hao had already put the Crazy Knife into his waist. After taking a deep breath, he pulled out countless afterimages with his hands, which formed into dragons and flew towards him.
Due to the excessive consumption of true energy, the momentum of the nine divine dragons is much weaker than when it was at its peak.
However, the opponent's offensive is also only 70 to 80% effective.
boom!
The next moment, the nine divine dragons collided with the bird, like a bolt from the blue, shaking the earth and the earth.
After the loud noise, the offensives from both sides dissipated instantly, and the coercive momentum in the void disappeared.
puff!
Immediately afterwards, the two of them spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time and flew out.
Judging from the conditions of the two of them, Ling Hao was obviously slightly better, and he stabilized after flying five to six hundred meters.
The old man flew a thousand meters away before he managed to stabilize his body, and the blood surging in his heart spurted out again.
What made him even more desperate was that before he could catch his breath, a blood-red arc-shaped sword light had already struck in front of him.
After sensing the aura of crisis, the old man's pupils shrank to the size of wheat awns, and the pores all over his body instantly opened.
At this time, his escape route had been blocked and he had no time to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and raise his hand to block it.
laugh!
The sword flashed past, and an arm flew away from the body, blood spurting out.
"Um..."
The old man groaned, ignoring the pain in his arm, and hurriedly ran out behind him.
"Go down!" Ling Hao's voice came over at the same time.
After saying that, he used his remaining strength and slashed out with his sword.
The seriously injured old man could no longer avoid the knife even though he sensed the aura of death.
laugh!
Without too many surprises, the sword light passed through his waist, and a blood line immediately emerged.
"..."
After the old man opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word, and his two bodies fell down one after another, with a look of death.
