"You must have been involved in the disaster that happened to our country, Daxia, a hundred years ago, right?"
"What happened a hundred years ago has become history, why does the King of the West need to talk about it again..." Yun Qi was slightly stunned.
"Can't we mention the past? Is this the logic of your Beijian country?" Looking at the other party's reaction, Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
After finishing speaking, his tone immediately dropped.
"I, the people of Daxia, will never forget the suffering that your countries inflicted on hundreds of millions of my people a hundred years ago!"
"The cycle of cause and effect has long been determined. It's time for your Beijian country to pay off its debt!"
"..." Yun Qi opened his mouth, speechless.
"King Xi, everything is easy to discuss. We can sit down and talk..." Another man took a deep breath and spoke.
"Okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Ling Hao ignored the other party and looked at Yun Qi again.
"Since you don't want to give up your cultivation, I will give you a chance. As long as you can take my sword, I will let you go!"
"Then please!" Yun Qi took a deep breath again: "I also want to experience the strength of the son of Qilin in Great Xia!"
"Okay!" Ling Hao replied in a deep voice.
Afterwards, Yun Qi's aura instantly rose to the extreme.
After a while, as his hands pulled out countless afterimages in the void, a huge air vortex formed with him as the center.
The speed of the vortex was getting faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a huge bell and cauldron looming around him, and thunder wrapped around him.
Judging from his posture, he had no intention of taking the initiative, but simply wanted to take Ling Hao's blow head-on.
"If you block this knife, you will live!"
Ling Hao saw that the other party's posture was almost finished, so he said in a deep voice.
"Take action!" Yun Qi's voice came from the vortex.
In his opinion, even if he couldn't fight Ling Hao, there shouldn't be any problem in blocking Ling Hao's move.
call out!
Immediately afterwards, Ling Hao didn't use any trump cards. He flipped his wrist and a blood-red arc-shaped sword shot out quickly.
The moment the sword light hit the bell and tripod, Yun Qi knew that he was wrong, and it was very wrong.
Bang!
The sword light easily tore through his defense, and the bell and tripod exploded instantly, sending air waves flying across the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the sword's power remained unabated and passed straight through his heart.
The next moment, Yun Qi's aura disappeared instantly.
"So...so strong..."
After Yun Qi struggled to say a few words, the upper and lower parts of his body collapsed to the ground one after another, bloody and bloody.
As early as when the other party tacitly participated in the war a hundred years ago, Ling Hao had already sentenced him to death in his heart, and naturally he would not let him live.
"Lord Yunqi!"
The remaining people on the other side cried out in pain at the same time.
Although everyone looked at Ling Hao with anger in their eyes, no one dared to take action.
They knew very well that even Lord Yunqi was not an enemy of Yihe, and there was no difference between them rushing forward and seeking death.
"Everyone, listen to me!" Ling Hao ignored the other party and his group, and then Yu Kong came to the air.
"You are no match for us. If you want to survive, you must abolish your cultivation. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
While speaking, a terrifying and boundless aura of coercion burst out from him and enveloped the void.
There were more than a hundred people left below, everyone below the Holy Emperor level, felt like they were suffocating and were struggling to move.
"Let's go!"
At this time, an old man in the early stage of the God-Emperor said in a deep voice and ran out to the side.
laugh!
Just as he was rising into the air, a ray of sword light flashed past his waist, and the two parts of his body fell from the air.
