Qin Hao has seen many people in his life.

But it's the first time I've seen someone like that one who seems to have come out of a picture scroll.

The man was wearing a black robe and a hat, which made it difficult to see, but because of the lotus flowers, flowing water, and small bridges, everything became meaningful.

Qin Hao thought for a while and said seriously: "The six heavenly kings of the Zhou family are all mysterious. And among them, the information of the Iron Heavenly King is the most. ”

He paused, and looked at the person on the other side of the bridge with burning eyes: "I heard that you are good at using poison?"

The man didn't move, but a voice came out: "General." ”

"Very humble. The corners of Qin Hao's mouth were playful.

The Iron Heavenly King didn't say much, but said coldly, "That waste is dead. ”

The Fog Heavenly King's technique is evil, and its danger level is higher than that of Qian Feishun and the ancestor of the Zhao family.

But if it fell into the mouth of the Iron Heavenly King, it actually became a waste.

Qin Hao wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. "You said he was a waste, it seems that your strength is much stronger, right?"

The Iron Heavenly King didn't speak, and the clothes began to flutter, and the black robe looked very weird.

Qin Hao saw that on top of his black robe, a layer of black mist floated out.

With the night wind, it actually came towards him.

Qin Hao held his breath and condensed, took a deep breath, and immediately opened his mouth.

The wind burst out of his mouth and scattered the black mist.

The strange thing was that the black mist dispersed, but it did not disappear completely, turning into wisps of black smoke, still drifting towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's eyes flickered, "Good precision internal strength to master kung fu." ”

If I am not mistaken, this fog is actually transformed by the Iron Heavenly King's internal strength.

Turning internal strength into poisonous mist, this kung fu with poison is enough to make people marvel.

As the poisonous mist approached, Qin Hao could only step a little and retreat gently.

The mist fluttered into the air, and with the direction of the rotating wind, it continued to float with Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's brows furrowed, this mist seemed to be tangible, it was difficult to escape at all, if he wanted to break it, he could only kill the Iron Heavenly King.

In the midst of his thoughts, his voice flickered towards the bridge.

The entrance to the bridge is a green meadow, and the red flowers and green grass bloom brilliantly even in the dark.

Seeing that his feet were about to fall, Qin Hao's eyes shrank suddenly.

Feelings of extreme danger hit from all directions.

He knows that this is the sixth sense in a crisis.

Subconsciously. He slammed into the air, spun around in mid-air, and landed firmly on the bridge.

When I turned my head, the flowers and plants were still so bright.

However, when he fell into Qin Hao's eyes, there was an imperceptible killing intent.

He turned his head and stared intently at the Iron Heavenly King: "This piece of flowers and plants has been poisoned by you. ”

The Iron Heavenly King's voice was still so cold, but there was a hint of surprise in it: "You can see it. Have real skill. ”

"It's a pity. Qin Hao suddenly shook his head.

The Iron Heavenly King was a little puzzled: "What a pity. ”

"It's a pity that a good poisoner like you is going to die today!"

Qin Hao said lightly and took a step forward.

The Iron Heavenly King smiled rarely, with a hint of coldness in his smile: "You will die." Soon. ”

Qin Hao's face was expressionless, and he took another step forward.

Call!

There's a strong wind behind you.

The black mist swept down with the wind.

The speed of the wind is fast, and the speed of the fog is equally fast.

Qin Hao didn't seem to notice it. He continued on his way.

With each step, his body became heavier.

This is a sign of poisoning.

In fact, the moment he stepped onto the bridge, he was poisoned.

This is an indescribable poison, Qin Hao has never heard of it, but he also knows that this poison must be rare in the rivers and lakes.

Wicans.

Undoubtedly, the Iron Heavenly King in front of him was also using the poison of the Wu Clan. Maybe he's also a remnant of the Wu clan.

"You're already going to die. ”

Seeing that Qin Hao's footsteps were getting slower and slower, there was a hint of pride in the Iron Heavenly King's voice: "How does it taste like to be heavy bone poison." Are you heavy and your bones hurt? Otherwise, worry, it won't be long before the pain will make you unbearable. And your bones will turn to pus, and you will die completely. ”

Qin Hao didn't seem to hear it, and still walked slowly alone on the bridge.

Every step is so difficult, every step is so standard, but the distance taken by each step is so big.

In less than a moment, he came to the end of the bridge, and he was almost able to face the Iron King.

The Iron King lifted his hat, revealing a pale face that looked like a corpse. There was a cold killing intent on his face: "The black fog has arrived. You're dead!"

Compared with the heavy bone poison, the poisonous effect of the black mist is even more powerful.

The Iron Heavenly King personally tested it. The toxicity of the black fog poison is very violent, and it is more terrible than high-strength chemical products.

Flesh and blood, and even steel, will be corroded strongly if they touch the slightest bit.

Once a martial arts master who was famous in the capital city died in the black fog poison.

That master has been in the capital for five years.

But it only took five seconds to completely turn into pus in the black fog poison.

It can be seen how terrifying the black mist poison is.

Now, Qin Hao didn't care about the black fog behind him, and insisted on killing himself.

This is a stupid move.

The Iron Heavenly King could even imagine the image of this young man's body festering and screaming.

Finally, the black mist dared to land on Qin Hao's back before he could make a move.

Zizizizi!

A sound resembling a burning sound was heard.

The Iron Heavenly King could imagine that Qin Hao's back must have been eroded by the black mist poison and was gradually festering.

But after seeing Qin Hao's face, Tie Tianwang's heart shrank: "Why hasn't his face changed?

A dark shadow flew in front of him.

The Iron Heavenly King saw that it was an internal force that was played between Qin Hao's palms, so huge, so strong, and so shocking.

He smelled death, and he lifted his robe and struck out with one hand.

A large piece of internal energy surged out in his palm, blocking Qin Hao's internal strength in less than a moment.

The Iron King thought he had survived.

Then he saw a flash of lightning.

When the lightning vanished, there was a bloody hole in his chest, and there was a sound similar to roasting meat.

He looked down and saw that the flesh around the bloody hole in his chest had even been roasted and blurred.

Why is this happening?

Why was I the one who died first?

The Iron Heavenly King raised his head in astonishment, and what he saw was still Qin Hao's indifferent face.

What hasn't turned into pus yet?

In any case, since he was doubly poisoned, he was destined to die.

Thinking so, the Iron King closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Witnessing the corpse of the Iron Heavenly King falling, the black fog behind Qin Hao finally dissipated.

He undressed himself, revealing his naked upper body.

There was a bloody scar on his back, as if it had been burned by fire.

But his expression was still so indifferent.

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