None of the three elders of Tianquan Sect had ever seen Beibei. It was Ouyang Wumu's people who brought this little girl here. They thought the little girl was Beibei, but they didn't know that they were all tricked by Ouyang Wumu.
Long Hao kicked open the cell door, quickly went in and picked up the little girl, raised his hand and pressed on the headset, and said in a deep voice: "Hei Feng, the rescue target is wrong, I dropped my bag, check Beibei's location immediately.
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When Long Hao carried the little girl from the low building to the front terrace, he saw dozens of elite disciples lying on the ground, all of them with black faces and twitching all over.
Huang Xiaoxie's bloody pear blossom needle is a hidden weapon passed down from his master's sect. The needle is highly poisonous and can kill people invisible.
Two of the three elders were already lying on the ground. One of them was covering his chest with his right hand and retreated to the steps with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Qipang and Huang Xiaoxie stood side by side, looking warily at the remaining tall and thin elder in front of them.
At this time, the tall and thin elder was trembling all over. He never thought that these two guys, one fat and one thin, could be so lethal. More than thirty elite disciples were all gone!
The two elders are gone too!
And now that the headmaster has not yet come out of seclusion, he is almost burning inside and out!
When Long Hao carried the little girl and walked in front of Qipang and the other two, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the balcony on the third floor: "Hahaha, Long Hao, you really have the heart of a Bodhisattva!"
Half of Ouyang Wumu's body appeared at the balcony. He raised his right hand high, and a little girl suddenly appeared in the eyes of Long Hao and others.
Beibei!
Seeing Ouyang Wumu holding Beibei's throat with his right hand, Long Hao's heart beat violently.
"Uncle, uncle...wuwu!" Beibei also saw Long Hao, and cried loudly in anxiety and fear.
Qipang and Huang Xiaoxie also felt their hearts tremble. What's going on?
"Boss, I'm sorry, I've neglected my duty." Hei Feng's guilty voice came from the headset.
This apology also made Long Hao sober up.
Hei Feng cannot be blamed. Ouyang Wumu is a soldier and must have used some means to avoid drone detection. But now, how to rescue Beibei?
"Young thief Long Hao, if you dare to kill my Tian Fist Sect elder, you are seeking death!" At this moment, a roar that resounded through the valley came from behind the main hall.
Hearing this voice, the tall and thin elder immediately showed an expression of surprise on his face. He knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Headmaster, all of our people are almost dead!"
Under the moonlight, a figure appeared on the eaves of the third floor. He was wearing a long-sleeved robe and a head full of silver hair, making a hunting sound in the night wind.
Ouyang Wumu looked up, saw the people on the eaves, and said anxiously: "Headmaster Kui, look at this little beast, they have already killed so many people from your Tianquan Sect."
Kuicheng, the current headmaster of Tianquan Sect, is an absolute master ranked among the top five in Pegasus Mountain.
He spent most of his time in retreat in the back mountain. He decided to leave the retreat early after hearing the news that Elder Tong Miao had been killed some time ago.
Kuicheng saw the corpses lying scattered in the front yard, and saw the tall and thin elder crying bitterly in front of the door. His expression became extremely ferocious, and he raised his hand and pointed at Long Hao and the others.
"Now, even if the three of you are cut into pieces by a thousand swords, it will still be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
"You risk your life!"
Kuicheng roared angrily, jumped up, and jumped directly from the third floor. He raised his hand into a fist in mid-air, and the majestic vitality instantly covered his right arm.
A purple fist shadow formed and struck directly at Long Hao's face.
Seeing Kuicheng take action, Ouyang Wumu laughed ferociously, turned to Beibei in his hand and said ferociously: "Little girl, have you seen that your father will die soon?"
Headmaster Kui, who was flying rapidly in the air, saw that Long Hao was not hiding or dodging. He roared again. The shadow of the fist on his right hand suddenly doubled again. He had already used 100% of his strength.
This punch will smash Long Hao's head.
Just when the purple fist shadow, which was bigger than a casserole, was about to hit Long Hao's face, Long Hao suddenly raised his arms, roared, closed his arms, red energy burst out from his palms, and hugged Kuicheng's fist shadow with both hands.
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An extremely domineering and scorching force squeezed his right fist, and Kuicheng's heart trembled. What kind of technique is this?
"Broken!" Long Hao roared angrily.
The fist shadow that gathered all the power of Kuicheng suddenly exploded with a "bang".
Click!
The huge force erupted from Long Hao's hands directly squeezed and broke the five fingers of Kuicheng's right hand. The five fingers connected to the heart and sent out a heartbreaking pain. Kuicheng's whole face twitched.
The next second, Long Hao raised his right hand high, a ball of red energy covering his right hand, roaring: "Soul-Destroying Palm!"
His right palm struck Kuicheng's Tianling Cap at lightning speed, and the energy in his palm rushed into Kuicheng's brain like a flood, and boom...
I saw Kuicheng looking at Long Hao with wide eyes, full of shock and fear. He had already reached the level of fusion state, and there were not many masters like him in the entire Yuncheng and even in the Southern Province.
Kuicheng's vision quickly turned red, and bright red blood flowed from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
Bleeding from all orifices!
boom!
Kuicheng's body fell straight to the ground.
The tall and thin elder was dumbfounded. He rushed over to Kuicheng and shouted wildly: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you? You can't die, Master."
Ouyang Wumu on the third floor was also stunned.
How can this be?
Kuicheng is the most powerful person in Tianquan Sect!
Could this Long Hao be so powerful?
"I'm going to kill you, kill you!" The tall and thin elder in front of him suddenly lost his temper and rushed toward Long Hao.
Chirp!
A sound broke through the air, and a silver needle suddenly pierced the middle of the tall and thin elder's eyebrow. Before he fell, he looked towards Huang Xiaoxie, and the inconspicuous wooden box the size of a palm was facing him.
At this point, all the core forces of Tianquan Sect were wiped out, and Ouyang Wumu panicked.
He never expected that the headmaster of Tian Fist Sect would be slapped to death by Long Hao, killing him instantly!
But when he saw Beibei in his hand, he felt confident again. He secretly took out his mobile phone and pressed a number, then raised his hand and pointed towards Long Hao...
"If you are really the murderer Long Hao from seven years ago, then the girl in my hands is your biological daughter. Haha, judging from your appearance, you must be right!" Ouyang Wumu laughed ferociously.
Long Hao slowly put down the girl in his hand, took a deep breath, looked at Ouyang Wumu and said coldly: "What do you want?"
Ouyang Wumu reached out and pointed in front of Long Hao, and roared ferociously: "Pick up the sword in front of you, stab it into your own heart, and I will let your daughter go!"
"If you promise otherwise, I will throw her off the cliff from the side. There is a cliff several hundred meters away!" Ouyang Wumu pointed to the left.
The main hall of Tianquanmen is built against the mountain. Under the guardrail on the left is a steep cliff. It is pitch black at the moment.
Ouyang Wumu did not expect that Qipang and Huang Xiaoxie had killed almost all the core forces of Tianquan Sect, but he was not afraid because the most important hostage was in his hands.
Looking at Beibei being pinched by Ouyang Wumu, Long Hao frowned and took a step forward, reaching out to pick up the long sword on the ground.
"Boss..."
"Brother, no."
Qipang and Huang Xiaoxie's eyes widened.
"Stab it, stab it." Seeing Long Hao pick up the sword, Ouyang Wumu roared hysterically.
He thought of his dead son, and a strong sense of revenge boiled in his body.
Long Hao raised his head and looked at the third floor. His eyes were covered in red and his breathing was rapid. He suddenly raised the sword in his right hand and swung it towards Ouyang Wumu on the third floor.
Whoosh!
The long sword flew towards Ouyang Wumu with a sound of breaking through the air.
"I never put my life in the hands of others." Long Hao roared angrily and hurried away to the left.