"You bastard! You really don't know how to live or die!" The old man took a deep breath and raised his hand to attack Qinglong.
The aura on his body immediately increased, showing the strength of the War Lord!
"Not bad!" Qinglong said.
call!
As soon as the voice fell, an arc-shaped sword roared out, as fast as lightning.
"Huh!?" After sensing the power of this sword, the old man trembled all over and quickly retreated to defend, trying to block the sword.
It’s just that I obviously thought too much.
laugh!
The extremely sharp sword light cut off an arm and disappeared straight from his heart.
"So...so strong..." He opened his mouth with difficulty and a line of blood appeared, and then he fell straight down.
hiss!
The sound of gasping for air could be heard again.
Everyone in the Wang family knew about this old man's skills, and he was actually a strong warrior in the war realm, but he was actually killed with a single sword.
So powerful!?
"You...don't come here, do you know who I am? If you dare to kill me, my father will definitely destroy all nine of your tribes..." Looking at Qinglong walking towards him, Ma Zhiyuan trembled all over.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you yet." Qinglong raised his lips and said, "But I need to trouble you to lead the way!"
"You...what do you want to do?" Ma Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat.
"Don't you want your father to destroy our nine tribes? We are just looking for him, so take us to ask him together!" Qinglong smiled faintly.
"You...are you here for my father?" Ma Zhiyuan asked after swallowing.
"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Qinglong smiled again.
call!
Upon hearing this, Ma Zhiyuan rushed towards the door without any hesitation.
Although his cultivation level is quite passable, and he has the strength of the late God of War, but considering that even those in the War Lord realm have been beheaded by the other party with a single blow, he doesn't even have the courage to stay.
Moreover, he heard from Qinglong that the two of them came specifically to see his father. They were obviously prepared and definitely not something that he, the young master, could provoke.
Bang!
Just after he ran a distance of more than ten meters, Ling Hao raised his hand and swept out a strong wind, directly lifting him into the air.
After falling heavily to the ground, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. All the bones in his body were broken and he was still hanging with only one breath left.
"Master Wang, excuse me!" Ling Hao then looked at the master of the Wang family.
"My benefactor, please accept my respect!" The head of the Wang family was shocked and led all the Wang family members to kneel down in front of Ling Hao to express his thanks.
"Master Wang, there is no need to be polite." Ling Hao swept out a wave of air and lifted everyone up.
"Thank you... thank you for your great kindness to my Wang family!" The head of the Wang family bowed deeply to Ling Hao.
"It's easy, Master Wang, don't take it too seriously." Ling Hao smiled faintly.
"Benefactor, you...are you going to go up the mountain?" The head of the Wang family calmed down and continued.
"He...they are from the sect on the mountain. It is said that there are as many powerful people in that sect as there are clouds. You..."
"Thank you, Master Wang, for reminding me, it's okay!" Ling Hao interrupted him with a smile.
"Okay, don't bother the Master Wang anymore. Don't worry. From now on, I guarantee that their sect will not harass you again!"
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the door.
Qinglong picked up Ma Zhiyuan, who was like a dead dog, and followed him.
"My benefactor, can you leave me a name?" the head of the Wang family asked loudly.
"My surname is Ling, and I come from the Western Region!"
After the words fell, Ling Hao's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.
