"You really surprised me!" At this time, Ruan Lian came from the air.
"If I read it correctly, that should be the source of spiritual veins just now, right?"
Phew! Phew! Phew!
This time, Ling Hao didn't talk nonsense to him anymore. He continued to flip his wrist and drew out countless rays of sword light to attack him.
At the same time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his strong mental power poured out.
The next moment, Ruan Lian felt that the surroundings were filled with invisible sword intent.
Knife domain!
In the past month, Ling Hao has made a qualitative improvement in the sword realm!
Now, the sword domain that he has condensed with all his strength will be more or less affected as long as the opponent's cultivation level is not a higher level than his.
Even if it is a level higher than him, like Ruan Lian now, there will still be some interference.
"You can actually form a sword domain of this level?" Ruan Lian frowned slightly, this was obviously beyond his expectation.
"Take my sword!" Ling Hao's voice reached his ears.
call out!
A magic sword can destroy everything, and the lightning of the thunder sword can destroy the world!
"Why not!"
Ruan Lian frowned and replied, the spear in his hand shook out an offensive and he went towards the sword.
puff!
The two sides' attacks collided, and Ling Hao and Ruan Lian spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time and flew hundreds of meters away.
Ruan Lian's combat power declined again under the influence of Daoyu, and he could only barely match Ling Hao.
And before he could completely stabilize, a wave of hot air hit him.
Bang!
After a muffled sound, Ruan Lian shot out backwards, opened his mouth again and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The one who took action was naturally Bai Ling!
Its previous opponent was already lying on the ground, with a large dent in his chest, all of his sternum broken, and he was no longer breathing.
"Now you know what I rely on?" Ling Hao adjusted his breathing slightly and came forward.
"Not bad!" Ruan Lian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued: "But, you want..."
Goo!
Before he could finish speaking, Bai Ling struck again.
This time, five or six fire-colored dragons were sprayed out in succession, like six lightning bolts.
Ruan Lian was injured and did not fight with Bai Ling. He quickly dodged with his lightning body.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that there was Ling Hao beside him!
laugh!
Just as he was dodging the sixth fire dragon, a magic sword containing the power of thunder flashed behind him.
Even though he had sensed the strong aura of death, he was already powerless.
puff!
After the sword light passed, a head rose into the sky, blood sprayed out like a pillar, and there was an endless look of unwillingness on its face.
The third-grade Saint Ancestor actually died in the hands of a sixth-grade Poxu opponent. No one else would be willing to accept it.
"Bai Ling, are you okay?" Ling Hao then looked at Bai Ling and asked.
Goo! Goo!
Bai Ling chirped twice and shook his head.
"Go and rest inside the Nine Dragon Cauldron!" Ling Hao took a general look at Bai Ling and found that there was indeed no injury.
Goo!
Bai Ling nodded in response.
After a while, Ling Hao collected the Najies from Ruan Lian and others and evacuated the Tianxuan space.
"Master Ling, are you okay?" Confucian scholar Yukong came up.
Looking at the corpses of Ruan Lian and the others that fell from mid-air, the corners of the Confucian scholar's mouth twitched.
A strong man in the third level Saint Ancestor Realm really died in Ling Hao's hands.
