Although Zi Ling is slightly inferior to the opponent in terms of combat power, it is not far behind.
Moreover, her speed is definitely not comparable to that of the opponent, so it is difficult for the two sides to distinguish between superior and inferior in a short period of time.
On the other side, Bai Ling had already rushed towards the old woman.
At first, the old woman didn't take Bai Ling seriously at all, but after the two sides fought for several rounds, she finally stopped underestimating the enemy.
However, even if she tried her best, it was still difficult to take the lead, and she was forced to retreat by Bai Ling after a while.
"Boy, what other trump cards do you have?" At the same time, the God of Death looked at Ling Hao and said in a deep voice.
"I don't need any trump cards to deal with you!" Ling Hao replied lightly.
"Arrogant kid, let me see what arrogance you have!" The God of Death frowned and raised his hand to attack Ling Hao, waves of energy surged.
Ling Hao did not fight him head-on and dodged away.
"Aren't you very arrogant? Why..." Death said.
Before he finished speaking, Ling Hao raised his hand and triggered a wave of air.
"Get out!" The God of Death raised his hand and swept out a wave of air, causing Ling Hao's offensive to explode immediately.
Immediately afterwards, the God of Death continued to flip his hands and wrists, and violent winds roared out, turning the scene upside down.
"Master Ling, we are here to help you!" Not far away, Fengchi led a few people and rushed over.
"Don't come here, you are no match!" Ling Hao shouted.
Then, holding the mad knife in his hand, he pulled out countless sharp cold lights and faced the opponent's attack.
A fierce crashing sound was immediately heard at the scene, and air waves wreaked havoc in the void. Ling Hao was hit several times and retreated hundreds of meters away.
"You can still withstand a beating, pick me up again..." The God of Death was stunned for a moment and then spoke.
Before he finished speaking, the wave of Tianxuan Finger that Ling Hao pointed out flashed over again.
The god of death frowned and swept out a mark.
And just when he was about to continue talking nonsense, a huge phantom palm came down on him from all over the sky, whipping up a gust of wind.
"Little trick!" Death snorted coldly.
He raised his hand and shook it in the direction where it fell. Immediately, he saw ripples in the void, and the void immediately distorted.
The phantom palm seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. It stopped in mid-air and was difficult to move forward. The shape of the palm was also slightly distorted.
The next moment, a loud noise was heard, the palm of the shadow exploded instantly, and the void trembled.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, his aura was very disordered.
With such a big gap in realm, even if he activates his bloodline power, he won't be able to compete easily.
And before he could stabilize his body, a mark struck by the God of Death hit him without any hindrance, and he flew backwards again for a distance of six to seven hundred meters.
Fortunately, his defense ability is not weak. Although he suffered a blow from the opponent, he was not seriously injured.
"It seems that I still underestimated you!" Seeing that Ling Hao was only slightly injured, the God of Death couldn't help but have a flash of surprise on his face.
According to his estimation, after these two rounds, even second-level Taoist realm opponents would be severely injured, but Ling Hao only suffered minor injuries, which naturally surprised him.
"Are you satisfied with the beating?" Ling Hao took out an Emperor Grade Qi Condensing Pill and threw it into his mouth.
Then he looked at the God of Death: "Try to take another blow from me?"
"Haha, I can take you with a hundred swords no problem!" Death replied disdainfully.
"Okay!" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
As he finished speaking, his aura rose to the extreme. He held the mad knife in his hand and slashed out his strongest trump card towards the opponent.
Split the sky!
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The sword light was like thunder, and it flashed towards the direction of the God of Death. Wherever it passed, the void was directly torn apart, and a dark crack appeared in mid-air.
The speed was so fast that the God of Death didn't even have time to react, and he flashed in front of him in an instant.
"Um?!"
The God of Death's pupils immediately shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and an extremely terrifying aura enveloped him.
He probably never dreamed that Ling Hao would use such a powerful sword.
