Hu Qingcheng frowned slightly when he heard this, and suddenly heard a golden iron break.

Looking up again, Ning Hao's Taiyuan sword was raised horizontally, and the long knives in the hands of the bronze Sikong and the black iron Sikong had broken into two and fell to the ground and turned into smoke and dust.

Ning Hao laughed, raised his sword and prepared to cut again, but suddenly his hand was empty.

When he looked up, the Taiyuan Sword had disappeared, and his right hand was empty. At the same moment, the phantom light of the Demon Slaying Pestle also disappeared.

The man in Tsing Yi and the man in black saw the situation clearly after being frightened, and the man in Tsing Yi laughed loudly,

"There is a time limit for using the soul sword, and it can't be extended much in the underworld, now it's up to you how you die!"

Although there was a trace of white smoke from the black-clothed man's body, the iron-skinned runes still glowed. After laughing a few times, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Ning Hao, punching out.

"Bang!"

The huge force collided with Ning Hao's arms that were protecting his chest, and suddenly his arms collided and rushed to his chest vigorously.

He flew upside down, spurting a large amount of dirty blood from his mouth.

After landing on the ground, he landed on one knee and trembled with his hands on the ground.

The situation changed suddenly, and Hu Qingcheng screamed, and looked up-

Ning Hao's body was covered with blood, and he was covered in blood.

His eyes glared angrily, and a line of blood went down from the corner of his mouth. A black rope on his chest had been soaked with blood, and a golden tiger head pendant swayed slightly at the end.

When Hu Qingcheng saw the shaking tiger head pendant, his chest suddenly tightened, and the hot tears wrapped in his eyes could no longer be controlled, rolling down his snow-white cheeks.

"Ning Hao...... He still wears the tiger head necklace I gave him...... He hasn't forgotten me......"

On the opposite side, the bronze Sikong and the black iron Sikong, the vicious color in the four eyes was undoubtedly revealed, and the fists of the man in Tsing Yi suddenly burst out with a blue light, and he stepped forward with a wild laugh,

"Lord Ning Hao, the future Netherworld Apostle, you tortured Zhao Fusu, the commander of the Imperial Division, and now attacked the two Divisions, the crime is unforgivable. Now let me shatter your spirit, destroy your seven souls, and give me to disappear forever!"

Ning Hao's face was covered with blood, he stood up with a cruel smile, and said arrogantly,

"There is no excuse for the sin that you want to add. Zhao Fusu went to Yangshi to violate the laws of the underworld, what crime do I have? ”

Black Iron Sikong stepped forward in two steps, and his fist began to flash with a faint black glow,

"Now that you know, don't blame us, let's give you a ride. ”

The four fists of the bronze Sikong and the black iron Sikong rushed straight towards Ning Hao's chest. Ning Hao only felt that the four dark qi that swept the sky were like blades curling wildly, and his hair was blown to the back of his head.

"Choke!"

A golden light pierced the sun like a long rainbow, with a faint thunder and slashed towards the four iron fists, and the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim.

Bronze Sikong and Black Iron Sikong retracted their iron fists stiffly, and their bodies retreated in panic.

Raising his eyes, Tiger Qingcheng was covered with frost, and stood in front of Ning Hao with a golden long sword in his hand, looking at them.

"If you want to kill Ning Hao, pass my level first. ”

Bronze Sikong and Black Iron Sikong suddenly burst out laughing,

"Qi Yan really thought it through, knowing that you might protect this kid. Although your strength is a little higher than ours, you never expected that our bodies would be painted with iron skin lines for nine days. Just relying on your strength to fight us is simply sending us to death. ”

Speaking of this, the man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and said,

"Qi Yan said, as long as you don't disobey the Ghost Emperor's orders too much, we can pretend that nothing happened. Now you get out of the way, don't give us an excuse to destroy the flowers. ”

Ning Hao's heart tightened when he heard this, Hu Qingcheng's move had already been speculated by Zhao Wenhe and his father and son. If she does so, it is tantamount to sending her to death.

"If you want Ning Hao's soul to be destroyed, let my soul be destroyed first!"

Hu Qingcheng stood in the middle of the bridge and smiled sadly.

Her clothes fluttered in the water of the Lechuan River, and her snow-white little face had no regrets on her face, and she whispered to Ning Hao behind her,

"Brother Hao, Zhao Wenhe not only gave me Xiang Yu's power, but also gave me my father's Difu Zhengshen Fruit Position. Zhao Qiyan helped my father build a mausoleum and returned my father's reputation. I have no choice, so I can only follow the order to go to Yangshi to find you. ”

Ning Hao raised his head and chuckled, and said abruptly,

"What are you going to do to find me in Yangshi? Listen to Zhao Wenhe's orders and kill me?"

"No ......"

Hu Qingcheng's shoulders trembled slightly, and his lips were pale.

"I am a citizen of the eighteenth-layer underworld, and disobeying the Ghost Emperor's orders is equivalent to violating the rules of heaven. But I know I can't do it......"

"Don't be embarrassed. ”

Ning Hao slowly walked up to her and whispered,

"You are a person from the eighteenth floor, and you will never be able to escape their control. You can't deal with these two people, let me do it. Live well in the future and forget about me. ”

After saying this, Ning Hao stepped forward and shouted loudly,

"You get out of the way, how can I, Ning Hao, let a woman stand in front of me. Come on, see if your grandfather is so easily disfigured!"

At this time, Ning Hao could only bet on whether the two soul swords would come out to protect the lord again when his life was threatened.

But even if it doesn't come out, even if it's the consequence of being devastated, he still has to do it.

All of Hu Qingcheng's actions were in Zhao Qiyan's calculations. Instead of saving him, it will hurt herself.

Although Ning Hao is afraid of death, he is more afraid of nesting, and he is even more afraid of death and will affect people.

After a fierce battle, he clearly felt that the spirit was exhausted. Even if the speed of recovery of the underworld qi in the underworld is faster, it is in vain to deal with these two Sikong.

At this time, he was already holding the sudden hope of death, laughing and screaming,

"Come up, come and kill your grandfather!"

Bronze Sikong frowned slightly, and there was a hint of admiration in his arrogant eyes.

"Those legends in the underworld are really true, the boss of Ritian Company dares to put an order with the Wheel King, and he will not take a step back when he dies. Ning Hao, you are really a man, I Zhuang Qin obey you. Let you die to understand, this time it's not because of Zhao Fusu, but because you like the wrong person. ”

After saying this, the man in Tsing Yi no longer kept his hand, and his fists burst out with a large area of green mang, more than ten times more than just now.

"I'm sorry!"

The dark light of the iron skin pattern on the bronze Sikong's body flowed, and the cyan right fist was pulled back, and the whole person jumped high. With a violent wind sound, the iron fist burst out like a cannon, and blasted straight towards Ning Hao's head.

With this punch, he has already gone out with all his strength, never stopping, and killing with one blow!

Ning Hao's divine consciousness condensed, and he frantically called for the demon pestle to leave his body, and at the same time raised his fists in front of the door.

But the demon slaying pestle in the empty frame of the soul sword seemed to be asleep, and it didn't listen to the call at all, and there was no movement to jump out to protect the lord. Ning Hao was extremely desperate, there was indeed a cooldown period for the use of this soul sword.

"Boom!"

The bronze Sikong Zhuang Qin's fist grew bigger and bigger in Ning Hao's eyes, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the space was distorted.

The scorching killing intent was piercing, and Ning Hao felt that he had never been so close to death.

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