A loud noise spread across the sky, deafening, and then Ling Hao and Youju were seen shooting backwards.
Ling Hao flew a distance of two to three hundred meters and then stabilized.
Apart from his slightly disturbed breathing and a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, there were no other injuries.
And Youju flew a thousand meters away like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and an arc-shaped blood ribbon floated out of the air at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, he fell heavily from mid-air to the ground, spurted out a large mouthful of blood again, and collapsed on the ground like mud.
With one move, all the bones in the body were shattered, the meridians were severed, and only one breath was left hanging.
"..."
With difficulty, he raised his hand and looked at Ling Hao's figure in the air.
Unable to utter a single word, a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth, and then he kicked his legs and lost all breath.
The strong man who had half stepped into the eighth-grade Saint Emperor realm died!
Just as he thought before, the battle between the two was indeed over in one round!
However, the result was different from what he imagined!
Until the moment he died, he didn't understand what was going on!
Ling Hao clearly only has the martial arts aura of a second-grade Saint Emperor. No matter how evil he is, he can only compete with opponents in the middle stage of the Saint Emperor.
But I was actually in the late seventh-level realm, and I was instantly killed by the opponent with one move!
What the hell is going on with this horse rider!
He could only ask Lord Yama about this question!
at the same time.
In mid-air, Ling Hao's face also showed an expression of extreme shock. He did not expect such a result.
Then, he transferred his spiritual consciousness into the sea of consciousness.
"Brother Ling Hao, how are you? I didn't lie to you, did I? Am I very powerful?" Zi Ling's slightly arrogant voice sounded in the sea of consciousness.
Obviously, Ling Hao was able to kill You Ju instantly with one move, and it was naturally because of Zi Ling's move.
Zi Ling had already told Ling Hao when Youju had announced that he would challenge Ling Hao in a duel.
Tell him not to worry, just worry about the next step, she will take care of him.
In fact, at first, Ling Hao was still a little uneasy. After all, Youju was a late seventh-level player and was no joke.
If Zi Ling can't handle it, he will be the unlucky one.
However, Zi Ling repeatedly assured him that nothing would happen, so he agreed to give it a try.
And this result was really beyond his expectation!
"It's indeed amazing!" Ling Hao smiled and continued.
"The other person on the other side is probably at least half-footed in the cultivation of the ninth-grade Holy Emperor. Are you sure?"
"It may be a bit suspended in your body, let me come out and give it a try!" Zi Ling responded.
As he finished speaking, a purple air ball floated next to Ling Hao. The petite figure in the air ball was none other than Zi Ling.
"Huh?!" At this moment, Youheng had arrived not far from Ling Hao.
He was originally extremely puzzled by You Ju's death, but after seeing Zi Ling, he understood.
"You should be the source of that spiritual vein, right? Did Youju die in your hands?"
Youheng looked at Zi Ling carefully before continuing to speak.
"You really surprised me. I didn't expect you to have practiced to the point where you can transform!"
"That's great. You are worth much more now than before you couldn't transform!"
"You old fool, why do you talk so much nonsense? If you want to take me away, it depends on whether you have the ability!" Zi Ling responded.
"Haha, you'll see it soon!" Youheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
