"Hahaha! Kill them! Kill them all! But the strong men of the Sword Tribe! Don't kill the gods above level 80. Seal them for me!"
Ximen Hao would not miss this opportunity. Why did he work so hard for it? Isn't it just this?
"Yes! Mr. Simon!"
The people of the Tajian clan all responded, now Ximen Hao is not only their benefactor, but also their idol!
"Hahaha! Kill! Brother Hao will sing a song for you!"
Ximen Hao whipped away the Daolong that rushed up again with a stick, and then his huge body rushed into the crowd.
"..."
When some weapons hit his body, they made the sound of gold and iron, and even Sun Wukong's bronze head and iron bones were inherited.
"I just captured some monsters! Hi!"
"Bang!"
I don't know how far this stick flew away, and even some bodies of people in the 70s and 80s were smashed to pieces.
"A few more demons have been subdued! Hi!"
"Why are there so many ghosts and monsters?"
"Hey! Take a stick from your Master Hao first!"
"Bang bang bang..."
"ah……"
Another sweep, some of which were defeated, were directly sealed by the red-armored divine soldiers. At this time, the red-armored divine soldiers had given up fighting and were focusing on collecting the divine beings.
After the god puppet placed a big roulette wheel of life and death, he began to hide behind and play dirty tricks.
"If I kill you, you will lose both your soul and body, your gods will tremble, your ghosts will tremble, and the gods in the world will have nowhere to hide..."
Ximen Hao's huge body and voice also became louder. Although he sang a little out of tune, he was absolutely passionate.
Not only did his own fighting spirit soar, but the fighting power of the Sword Riding Clan also soared.
The onlookers were already dumbfounded, and the people watching the live broadcast were also dumbfounded.
They didn't watch the battle involving more than 2,000 people. They only focused on the giant, the monster who swept everything.
For a time, this guy who suddenly appeared became famous in the Rubik's Cube world, especially because he refused the invitation from the leader of the alliance. I don't know how many girls regarded him as an idol, and even many men also worshiped him.
The Crazy Blade clan was facing a one-sided massacre at this time. Only one Ximen Hao destroyed three divine bodies above level 90, and even the godhead was sealed.
As for those low-level ones, they would rather face a large number of sword-walking tribesmen than face a monster like Ximen Hao.
"Ah!!! Who the hell are you?!!!"
Daolong is going crazy, especially with the scars all over his body and his ferocious face, which looks extremely ferocious.
"I am your ancestor! Go to hell!"
Ximen Hao was already furious at this time, and he hit Daolong with a stick.
Daolong's scalp exploded, and he quickly raised his knife to stop it.
"!"
The stick was smashed away with one blow.
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
Daolong ordered to retreat while he was flying upside down, and if this continued, all the core disciples of the Kuangdao clan would be killed.
"run!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Fortunately, the Kuangdao clan member turned around and ran away. No matter what face or hatred, everything became insignificant in the face of the killing of such a monster!
"Kill! Kill them all!"
Ximen Hao waved his stick, and the sword-walking tribesmen chased him out obediently.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, a loud shout shocked everyone and they all stopped. Even the escaping Crazy Blade tribesmen also stopped escaping.
"Blade, withdraw, little baby, you have to be spared and spared."
The magic spirit once again fell between Ximen Hao and the Crazy Blade clan.
He turned around and glanced at the Crazy Blade clansmen with less than 300 people left, and shook his head slightly:
"Oh! Your vitality is severely damaged! Daolong, go back quickly."
Daolong finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed to Moling:
"Thank you, leader."
After speaking, he waved his hands to the tribesmen:
"Walk!"
Soon, the members of the Crazy Blade clan left this fearful place as quickly as possible.
However, they did not fly in the air, but all fell to the ground, collecting the corpses of their clan members as quickly as possible.
Ximen Hao felt a little distressed when he saw it, it was all his own! But when facing Mo Ling, he always had a strange feeling.
It's very dangerous, very scary. This is the first time he has felt like this.
"Little baby, come back to the alliance with me..."
"Hello, Leader! Goodbye, Leader! I still have something to do, junior!"
Ximen Hao suddenly interrupted Mo Ling, then waved his hand, and the god puppet got into the body, then somersaulted out and disappeared directly.
"..."
Everyone was speechless, but then their expressions changed drastically.
"What a fast speed! Can't you feel it at all?"
Mo Ling looked at the direction where Ximen Hao disappeared, and in just a blink of an eye, he was gone, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.
Little did she know that Ximen Hao was transforming into Sun Wukong, possessing the magical power to fight thousands of miles. After this transformation, he didn't know where he went.
But she didn't notice that Jianren, who was hiding behind the crowd, was putting his watch to his ear and nodded.
"Sword blade, what is that..."
"Ximen Hao."
"Yes, then who is Ximen Hao? What's going on with you?"
Seeing Ximen Hao running away, Mo Ling could only ask the sword blade.
"This... the leader of the alliance, I don't know where he comes from. I just know that he is Xianyun Yehe and he is very powerful."
Of course, Sword Blade will not betray whether Ximen Hao is a puppet master or an alchemist. That would be too unloyal.
"Oh? Really?"
Mo Ling looked at the sword blade, his eyes full of suspicion.
"Yes, Sir Alliance Leader, I don't dare to lie to you."
The sword bowed again and even lowered his head, just to avoid being seen by the other party as lying.
"Oh, if that's the case, then I, the leader of the alliance, can check it out myself and clean up the battlefield quickly. This time, you, the Sword Riding Clan, have blown the whistle."
Mo Ling's voice is still there, but the person has disappeared without a trace, just like Ximen Hao.
A drop of cold sweat ran down the temples of the sword. Every time he faced the leader of the alliance, he felt great pressure.
Although they are both level 99, their aura and power are simply the same as those in heaven and earth.
"Father, Brother Ximen just informed my son that he has gone to Sword City to wait for us, so be sure to keep those divine heads for him."
Jianren hurriedly approached Jianbian's ear and whispered.
Jianbian nodded, and then ordered:
"Boss, watch the battlefield being cleaned here. Third brother, and all the elders, let's go back to Sword City!"
After saying that, he stepped on the sword first and headed straight to Sword City.
"Hahaha! Brother, I leave this job to you!"
Jianren smiled happily, and then followed the elders of the clan to leave this place that made the Kuangdao clan sad.
The war between the Treading Sword Clan and the Crazy Sword Clan is over, but the storm about Ximen Hao not only has not dissipated, but is even rumored to be magical!
Especially the sudden explosion at the end, when a strong man above level 90 was hit with a stick, it made people stunned.
You know, this talent is level 89 and has not yet broken through the level 90 threshold!
For a time, people speculated who this person was, and he actually rejected the leader twice in a row, and even ran away the second time.