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Chapter 1953 golden cymbals destroyed

The silk thread connecting the golden cymbals is very thin, and due to the light, it seems that it is not easy to be noticed. People who don't know why would really think that this is throwing away the weapons.

But experts know the result as soon as they make a move. Of course Tang Hao knows that the golden cymbals are connected by silk threads. He is just teasing the Dalai Lama by saying this.

"Ignorant child!" The Dalai Lama sneered at Tang Hao's words, and did not expect the implication of Tang Hao's words.

"Lord Leader, he is playing tricks on you here!" Qing Sui shouted from below. Was he trying to remind the Dalai Lama?

However, the Dalai Lama became even more angry.

"die!"

He was arrogant. He didn't hear the hidden meaning of Tang Hao's words. Qing Sui went to remind him and made him lose face. How could he not be angry?

But Qing Sui didn't know why. He didn't know why the Dalai Lama suddenly became angry with him. He still said to the Dalai Lama with an innocent face: "Master Leader, this little bastard is playing tricks on you. He knows it at all. What’s going on with this golden cymbal!”

"Seeking death!" The Dalai Lama was already very angry, but Qing Sui continued to add fuel to the fire without knowing why. Can he bear it?

The golden cymbal that was originally thrown towards Tang Hao was taken back by him, but he saw that he was about to shoot the golden cymbal towards Qing Sui.

The speed of this golden cymbal was so fast that Qing Sui couldn't even dodge it.

"Crack!" There was a soft sound, but something like a ball fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and revealed bright red liquid.

Looking at Qing Sui again, huh? Where is Naoguazi?

It turns out that the spherical object that just fell to the ground and rolled a few times was Qing Sui's head.

Yes, the Dalai Lama, in a rage, directly cut off Qing Sui's head with a golden cymbal. The golden cymbal that was taken back was covered with blood, and it dropped drop by drop on the ground.

"Oh, this guy thought he was invincible after surrendering to the Dalai Lama, but he didn't expect that he would die in the hands of the Dalai Lama in the end. It's really good and very satisfying."

For such a result, many warriors were overjoyed and had only one word, good.

Qing Sui's proud look before made many people unhappy, but now that he was killed by the Dalai Lama, they really wanted to buy firecrackers and set them off to celebrate properly.

"It's a good dog, why kill it?" Tang Hao smiled slightly. He would kill Qing Sui if he had the ability, but he didn't want to.

Anyway, he would be dead in a short while, and he would have to do it himself. It would be a lot of trouble, so it would be better to be killed by the Dalai Lama now.

Qing Sui never thought that the Dalai Lama would kill him until his death. He was the first person to seek refuge with the Dalai Lama, and the Dalai Lama also gave him many promises. Why did he kill him in the blink of an eye? ?You really can’t die with your eyes in peace!

When the people of Qingcheng Gate saw their sect leader being killed, although they were all sad and angry, no one dared to speak.

There is no way, the Dalai Lama is too powerful.

"It's just a dog. As long as I shout loudly, countless dogs will come over!" the Dalai Lama said very arrogantly.

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance." Tang Hao smiled lightly and turned his hands into fists.

"You don't use weapons?" The Dalai Lama frowned. Unexpectedly, Tang Hao actually raised his fist without even a weapon.

Chi Songzi still used the Tai Chi sword when fighting him. How dare he, Tang Hao, fight him with bare hands?

"Tang Shaoxia, why don't you take Pindao's Tai Chi sword and use it!" Chi Songzi took out the Tai Chi sword in his hand.

Without weapons, he still felt uneasy.

"Thank you, but there's no need for it." Tang Hao smiled slightly, but did not accept Chi Songzi's kindness.

Weapons? Does he need them? Besides, these ordinary weapons are not magical weapons. How powerful can they be?

On the contrary, due to the limitations of ordinary soldiers, one's own strength will not be fully exerted, because of his strength, which ordinary soldiers cannot bear.

Of course, Tang Hao didn't know that the Tai Chi sword in Chi Songzi's hand was a very powerful weapon, and it was not an ordinary soldier.

The Tai Chi Sword is a weapon from the same period as the Yitian Sword. After being used and tempered by dozens of generations of Wudang masters, it has long been separated from ordinary soldiers and can be regarded as the best weapon.

When Chi Songzi saw Tang Hao rejecting her Tai Chi sword, she didn't say anything. She said a concerned "be careful" and then backed away.

They knew Tang Hao's strength. Although he was at a disadvantage without the Tai Chi Sword, in the face of extremely strong strength, whether he had a weapon or not would not affect the outcome of the battle.

"You are really arrogant. You don't even use weapons. I want to see how many tricks you can survive in my hands." The Dalai Lama couldn't help but sneer when he saw Tang Hao reject Chisongzi's Tai Chi sword.

Got up.

In his opinion, if Tang Hao accepted Chi Songzi's Tai Chi Sword, he could still perform one and a half moves in his own hands, but with bare hands, 10% of his strength would be enough to kill him instantly.

"Don't argue with words. You will know who is strong and weak only after fighting. Come here!" Tang Hao waved to the Dalai Lama. This action was very frivolous.

"You're so young, but you're pretty good at talking." The Dalai Lama sneered, and the golden cymbal in his hand flew towards Tang Hao.

There seemed to be nowhere to hide, but in Tang Hao's eyes, the golden cymbal seemed so slow, so slow that he lost interest.

Reaching the pinnacle is also called returning to nature, and in the secret realm it is called body refining. Masters in this realm have been exposed to the mysteries of heaven and earth, and have keen judgment on everything.

Ordinary people use their eyes to see, their ears to hear, their noses to smell, their tongues to taste, and their hands to touch, but masters at this level can use perception.

Perception is like an arena, surpassing the limits of the human body, and the ability to distinguish things has been greatly improved.

Therefore, things that look fast in the eyes of ordinary people will "see" very slow in front of masters of this level.

When this golden cymbal flew, even Chi Songzi found it difficult to avoid it and could only fight with the Tai Chi Sword. But for Tang Hao, to avoid it, he only needed to turn sideways.

Yes, just turn sideways.

Tang Hao stepped aside slightly, and the golden cymbal flew past him. Then, Tang Hao stretched out his hand to grab it, and caught the silk thread connecting the golden cymbal in his hand.

The way the Dalai Lama controls the golden cymbals is through silk threads, but now the silk thread is caught in Tang Hao's hand. In this case, the golden cymbals are out of control for the Dalai Lama.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

The Dalai Lama was so shocked. His golden cymbals were always invincible. Even if he missed a hit, it was impossible for someone to catch the thread connecting the golden cymbals. This was like having his weapon taken away. .

"Nothing is impossible. Just a little trick can't get through in front of me." Tang Hao smiled slightly and applied force with two fingers, causing the thread to break.

"What?"

The Dalai Lama looked at the broken thread and wanted to kill Tang Hao. He never thought that such heavenly silk thread that had been tempered by water and fire would be torn directly by Tang Hao.

"Don't be surprised. The silk thread of yours is indeed good. It should be made of sky silk. It's just that the craftsmanship is poor and such a good material is wasted." Tang Hao dropped the golden cymbal in his hand to the ground.

When the silkworm silk breaks, the golden cymbal loses its function.

"What?"

The expressions of the leaders of the six sects and the people in the audience were basically the same as those of the Dalai Lama, with their mouths wide open.

They all knew what the Dalai Lama's golden cymbal looked like, but they didn't expect that Tang Hao would destroy it as soon as he took action.

"You dare to destroy my weapon, you will die!" The Dalai Lama looked at the golden cymbals thrown on the ground by Tang Hao, and his eyes were about to burst. This was his weapon! He had accompanied him for most of his life. The weapon was now so ruined.

"Stop chirping, you will have to accompany your golden cymbal later." Tang Hao clapped his hands and smiled softly. (To be continued)


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