Tu Qianhao saw that Bao Hongtu was not injured at all after entering the Treasure Pavilion, and he immediately rushed in.
Looking at the shabby appearance of the small building, I thought there were not many good things in it. It was first come, first served, but I couldn't let people take away all the good things. All the treasures in here belonged to him, Tu Qianhao!
But Tu Qianhao never expected that what greeted him after he rushed in was the long sword in Bao Hongtu's hand.
"Hey, boy, how dare you fight me and I'll go under the knife!"
Seeing that Bao Hongtu took the initiative to attack him, Tu Qianhao showed no fear at all. Instead, his iron hands moved to meet the black sword in Bao Hongtu's hand.
Since Bao Hongtu wants to die, he must teach this ignorant guy a lesson and let him know that not everyone can resist him, Tu Qianhao!
However……
"ah!"
Tu Qianhao, who rushed towards Bao Hongtu, screamed fiercely, and then retreated at a faster speed, but one of his left arms had been separated from his body and flew out, and was hit by Bao Hongtu's sword several times.
The air was churned into a pulp.
Tu Qianhao screamed and retreated suddenly to distance himself from Bao Hongtu. He tightly covered the wound on his left shoulder with his right hand and looked at Bao Hongtu in disbelief. Before he could say anything, he spit out a large mouthful of blood.
It was just a shocking encounter, and Tu Qianhao was defeated by Bao Hongtu, who he had always looked down on, playing like a clown.
"Seventh level spiritual weapon! Phew..."
Tu Qianhao couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body felt a little sluggish.
Although he had reacted quickly and avoided the vital point just now, he still lost his left arm and suffered serious internal injuries. At this moment, his whole body was shaking with energy and blood, and his five internal organs were also displaced. Spiritual energy was constantly flowing around the body, and he could not even stand up.
Unable to do so, he fell to the ground with a thud.
This is because Bao Hongtu has just obtained the seventh-level spiritual weapon and has not yet had time to truly recognize its owner and become familiar with its use. Otherwise, I am afraid that even if Tu Qianhao is a master at the ninth level of King Wu, his life will be determined by that blow just now.
Up.
After all, that is a seventh-level spiritual weapon!
A seventh-level spiritual weapon that only Martial Emperor masters can truly unleash its power!
The fist-glove spiritual weapon that Tu Qianhao had just obtained was only a fifth-level spiritual weapon, but it already made him feel that the power of his punches had greatly increased. But now that the seventh-level spiritual weapon that could only be used by the Martial Emperor was released, Tu Qianhao had no power at all.
There was no room for resistance, and the fighting power was lost in one blow.
Half of Bao Hongtu's face was covered with blood spattered from Tu Qianhao's broken arm, and the blood was still dripping down. Coupled with the sinister smile on his face and his thin cheeks, it looked even more bloody and terrifying.
However, Bao Hongtu did not wipe off the blood on his face. Instead, he enjoyed the feeling of Tu Qianhao's blood falling on his face. He even stretched out his tongue to lick the blood at the corner of his mouth and looked at Tu Qianhao with a sinister smile.
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At this moment, the strength of the two people is completely different. Now that the seventh-level spiritual weapon is in hand, it doesn't matter if those people outside are the ninth level of the Martial King. How can they withstand him?
Now, it's time for Tu Qianhao to experience the feeling he had before of not being able to live but to die.
"Aren't you so powerful with your iron fists? Don't you like to pat me on the head with those hands? I want to see how arrogant you can be without your hands!"
With a sinister smile on Bao Hongtu's face, he raised the long sword in his hand again. The black light flashed and was about to strike Tu Qianhao's right arm. He wanted to see how proud Tu Qianhao could be when both arms were gone!
However, just when the black sword light was about to strike Tu Qianhao, a figure quickly flashed past, and then Tu Qianhao disappeared.
Bao Hongtu looked at the shadow fiercely and saw Wan Hongxuan suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had just rescued Tu Qianhao from Bao Hongtu's sword in a crisis.
"Humph, here comes another one who is going to die!"
Seeing Wan Hongxuan, Bao Hongtu showed no fear at all, and was even a little eager to try.
It must be very satisfying to kill these super geniuses from second-grade sects who used to be so arrogant in the past!
When everyone here dies under his sword, the only inheritance must be his.
Yes, these people watched Bao Hongtu insult him before, but no one stood up. These people deserve to die!
Bao Hongtu's mind was filled with killing intent. A pair of red eyes swept over everyone. When he saw the horror in their eyes, he felt indescribable joy in his heart, but mixed with a hint of violent killing intent.
However, the horror in the eyes of Chu Ye and others was not because of the seventh-level spiritual weapon in Bao Hongtu's hand, nor because of the killing intent in Bao Hongtu's eyes, but because everyone was watching Bao Hongtu's entire human body.
/ Visibly, he became thinner and thinner, as if a pair of invisible hands were constantly extracting his flesh and blood from his body. On the contrary, Bao Hongtu was completely unaware of everything.
Gradually, all the flesh and blood on Bao Hongtu's body seemed to disappear. The whole person seemed to have turned into a skeleton covered only with a loose layer of human skin. His eyes also shrank into a ball, a package without flesh and blood.
It just fell out of his eyes.
"Why is it dark?! Who, who extinguished the candle? No, it's clearly daytime here, how could it suddenly be dark?!"
His eyes fell from his sockets, and Bao Hongtu didn't notice anything at all. He even screamed loudly about why the sky had turned dark.
"Huh? My voice, why has my voice changed? I still want to kill, I am the only one who can get the inheritance, I... kill... the inheritance... ah..."
Halfway through the roar, Bao Hongtu's vocal cords seemed to begin to disappear, and he could no longer make a sound. There were only gurgling sounds coming from his throat, and he didn't know whether it was the impact of bones or some other unpleasant sound.
Then, the sound in the throat gradually disappeared, and the layer of skin slowly faded in everyone's eyes. Bao Hongtu turned into a completely immobile skeleton while holding the black sword.
The remaining nine people saw Bao Hongtu die so tragically and strangely in front of everyone, and they were speechless for a moment.
Bao Hongtu, who was so arrogant just now and could even kill Qianhao, died like this.
He didn't even know how he died. I'm afraid that before he died, he was still dreaming about killing everyone and inheriting the legacy of the owner of the ruins.
"Chen Rong, but you?"
After a while, Wan Hongxuan found his voice first and looked at Chen Rong with some uncertainty.
If there was one person among these people who could make Bao Hongtu die so miserably, he could only think of it being Chen Rong. Maybe Chen Rong secretly poisoned Bao Hongtu?
But even Wan Hongxuan didn't believe this guess. If Chen Rong's poison was so powerful, he and Tu Qianhao might have been poisoned by Chen Rong long ago.
Sure enough, Chen Rong's originally pale face turned two points paler at this moment. He shook his head, but his eyes were fixed on the black sword that Bao Hongtu did not let go of until his death.
"It's not me. My poison can't reach this level. It's that sword. It's a magic sword. It can suck people's flesh and blood, disturb their sanity, and make them possessed!" (To be continued)