Chapter 1201 Self-inflicted humiliation
Chapter 1201 Bringing humiliation to oneself
The terrifying power spread in all directions.
Huge ravines appeared on the ground.
Boom!
The battle in the sky became more intense again.
The two kept fighting, and from time to time terrifying waves of air erupted.
This time, the fight between the two was more dangerous and fierce.
There was a cold look on Po Meng's face, and murderous intent was evident in her eyes.
She kept waving her sword and bombarding Haotian.
Boom! Boom!
Haotian was blown away again and again by Po Meng.
The clothes on his body were completely torn, and there were wounds all over his body.
Shocking wounds were all over his body, and blood was dripping from his body.
The horrific injuries made him very embarrassed.
His face was extremely pale and his legs were shaking slightly.
But his eyes were still staring at Po Meng in front of him, and his expression became extremely ferocious.
Still refuse to give up.
"Go to hell!"
Haotian roared angrily again, and stabbed forward fiercely with the spear in his hand.
A series of terrifying spear lights gathered on the spear again.
"court death!"
A sarcastic smile appeared on Po Meng's face.
The next moment, the sword energy in her hand burst out again.
This time the terrifying sword energy was several times more powerful than before.
This time the attack is even more terrifying!
Boom! Boom!
Waves of terrifying explosions continued to come from the sky, and terrifying sword energy exploded in the void.
Two terrifying energy fluctuations spread in all directions.
The energy of destruction surged in all directions.
Suddenly the sky was filled with dust.
The battle between the two once again reached its most intense level.
"Ah!" "Damn it!"
Haotian looked up to the sky and roared.
He felt that the energy and blood in his body were boiling, and his internal organs were in severe pain.
The pain from the wound was even more unbearable, and blood kept flowing out.
There was even a wound as thick as the mouth of a bowl on his chest.
The body is even covered with terrible cracks.
He felt that he might lose his fighting ability at any time.
A strong feeling of despair poured into Haotian's heart.
"Damn it, are we really going to lose?"
Complex expressions flashed in Haotian's heart.
He is really unwilling!
"Break it for me!"
Po Meng sneered.
The long sword in his hand slashed forward again.
The terrible sword light once again tore those terrible spear lights into pieces.
Haotian's body swayed and he retreated millions of feet again.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face became paler.
He felt as if his chest and abdomen were being kneaded severely by an invisible hand, causing excruciating pain.
His face was as pale as paper.
Severe pain came from his chest, so painful that he almost fainted.
A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he glared at Po Meng fiercely.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Po Meng's mouth, and she stared at Haotian coldly.
His eyes were full of disdain.
Po Meng is full of confidence in her own strength.
She was one of the three corpses of the Hedao Saint, and Haotian had no chance of winning from the beginning.
But this time it's different.
Po Meng glanced at the sky lightly.
She had already seen through that Haotian must have some deeper meaning in provoking her.
Therefore, he never used his true power, otherwise Haotian would have been defeated long ago.
As for who the other party is and what its purpose is.
Po Meng already had some vague guesses in her mind.
The important thing now is to find a suitable way to end this battle.
At this time, another roar came from the ground.
"Mother Meng, even if I risk my life, I will never let you get what you want!"
"Even if I die, I will definitely defeat you!"
Haotian raised his head and roared, his eyes filled with perseverance.
Po Meng sneered.
Although this idiot knows that he is being used, he may not even know the true purpose.
All the heavenly saints are just Hongjun's lackeys.
Not even a trace of freedom.
But it can be used to cover up some things.
Po Meng's wrist flicked slightly.
Balls of extremely sharp sword energy bombarded in all directions, completely crushing the space.
Streams of brilliant sword energy bombarded Haotian.
Puff! Puff!
Haotian was blown away again, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.
"What? Your strength is not good enough!"
"It seems I still overestimated you."
Po Meng looked at Haotian who was blown away and said mockingly.
"Don't be complacent, I don't believe I can't defeat you with my strength!"
"Break it for me!"
Haotian roared angrily.
His face became more and more ferocious, and his eyes became extremely angry.
Waves of sharp cold light erupted.
He raised the spear in his hand again and launched a counterattack towards Po Meng.
A destructive aura erupted from his body.
“The thing that doesn’t know whether to live or die!“
"You think you can beat me?"
A look of disdain appeared on Po Meng's face, and she slashed out with the long sword in her hand.
The terrifying sword light slashed forward, cutting everything in half.
boom!
A violent sound suddenly sounded, exploding in mid-air.
The violent power swept across again.
Haotian's body flew backwards again, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
The body fell to the ground again.
"Haotian, give in."
"You are no match for me!"
Po Meng looked at Haotian and snorted coldly, her tone cold and ruthless.
"impossible!"
Haotian roared again and stood up.
His face was full of stubbornness.
He didn't believe that he would lose to Po Meng. He was unwilling to accept it and didn't want to believe it.
He wants to prove to Po Meng that he is the most powerful!
"Your life is really big!"
Po Meng glanced at Haotian coldly, with a playful look in her eyes.
"Your attacks are indeed strong, but you shouldn't underestimate me."
Haotian wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up slowly, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
"You're such a stubborn guy."
Po Meng looked at him coldly.
A look of displeasure suddenly flashed across his face.
"Yes, I am indeed stubborn!"
"You don't need to test me. If I lose, even if I am killed by you, I will have nothing to say."
"But if you want to defeat me, it's not that easy!"
"This time I use my last resort!"
"You have to be prepared!"
Haotian roared violently, activating all the spiritual power in his body and pouring it into the spear.
The whole person lit up with a brilliant fairy light.
A flash of sarcasm flashed in Po Meng's eyes.
He couldn't help but shook his head.
Haotian is really too conceited and he wants to prove his strength.
But he wanted to seek death, and he could do such a self-humiliating thing.
This made her feel extremely contemptuous.
It is impossible for a saint to defeat a righteous person no matter what.
Even if she is just a corpse, she has power far beyond the imagination of the saint!
If it weren't for Hongjun's plan to succeed.
How could she have fought Haotian until now?
Unexpectedly, this caused the other party to misunderstand something. It was simply a matter of life and death!
"Since you don't listen to my advice, don't blame me for being rude."
(End of chapter)
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