Hearing Wang Hao's teasing of Chi Guoguo, a touch of anger flashed in Bing Ji's eyes that were as clear as ice.

If her eyes could kill people, at this time, I am afraid that she would have already pierced Wang Hao's heart with ten thousand arrows and broken thousands of corpses, and promised that she would not leave him with even a few bones.

"Damn, you are looking for death!"

The cold voice was still swirling back and forth in the snow, and I saw Bing Ji clasping her hands together, condensing a seal.

Her slender jade hands were connected into a full moon, and her arms were like a thousand-armed Guanyin, quickly opened, overlapping and alternating. Nine fingers are transferred, the right hand has six, and the left hand has three fingers of lotus.

The lotus is sealed, the flowers and leaves reflect each other, and the lights are brilliant and shining!

In an instant, I saw a lotus rune, which was suppressed towards Wang Hao with lightning speed.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao couldn't help but be horrified, and he "kicked and stared" and took a few steps back.

"Boom!"

A protruding boulder in front of Wang Hao was blasted into powder by the lotus seal on the spot, and the soil and stone were shattered in the snow.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao's expression couldn't help but be surprised: "Wow, it's so dangerous, I was almost blown into scum!"

He forcibly fixed his mind, pressed his thumb out, and used the seven-star sword technique. This way of swordsmanship is wide open and closed, the style is magnificent, every sword stabbed out, there is a stone shock, wind and rain to the momentum.

Moreover, the long sword was as light as a snake, and his index finger was linked, and he stabbed out one sword after another, extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already stabbed seventy-seven forty-nine swords in a row.

Bing Ji's eyes were cold, the willow waist swung, and her hands were sealed again.

The true yuan in her body was like gurgling water, flowing in the lotus seal. In the midst of the brilliance, the killing machine is everywhere.

Wang Hao and Bing Ji, one attack and one defense. The fast and sharp Zhenyuan around the two of them was as fast as water waves, and the sand and rocks were flying on the cliff, and the scene was not chaotic for a while. I saw two figures jumping and jumping in the sand and stones, fists and feet, fighting for life and death.

The ghost swordsman who was watching the battle saw the wonderful duel between the two, and his heart was filled with a complicated feeling.

Although he prides himself on being arrogant, in front of these two people, he has to admit that he can't compare to them.

Unless...... You can practice the Wind Cross Slash yourself!

Just when the ghost swordsman's mind was turning, Wang Hao's eyes suddenly glanced over.

Even with the Seven-Star Divine Sword in his hand, he could only barely tie with the Demon Maiden Bing Ji, let alone defeat it.

But in the current situation, there is not only the demon girl Bingji, but also a ghost swordsman with the same extraordinary strength.

If the two of them join forces, they will surely lose. Maybe, there will be a fear for his life.

It seems that we can't go on like this anymore, we have to do it quickly!

Thinking of this, Wang Hao's eyes wandered, and a very insidious thought came to mind.

Wang Hao's toes slammed to the ground, his arms spread out, like a dragonfly dotting water, and he jumped into the air.

Bing Ji glanced up at Wang Hao, snorted coldly, then pulled out the saber at her waist, pulled out three ice crystal lotus flowers in the air, like an eagle striking the sky, and slashed into the air.

Wang Hao made a 720-degree spin in the air, using himself as the eye of the whirlwind, like a goshawk and a rabbit, and swooped down.

"Dang Qiang!"

The two swords clashed, and the calcium carbide sparks burst out were dazzling, reflecting the faces of both warring sides.

At this time, Wang Hao suddenly grinned, revealing eight neat little white teeth, his hand was like the wind, and his fingers were bent, forming an arc-shaped claw, which attacked the peak below Bing Ji's snow-white neck.

Bing Ji suffered a loss from Wang Hao, and there was a shadow in her heart, and when she saw him repeating her old tricks, she hurriedly retreated.

After Wang Hao forced Bing Ji to retreat, he did not bully him forward as before, but shook his sword and killed the ghost swordsman.

The ghost swordsman didn't expect that Wang Hao, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with the Holy Maiden, would suddenly kill him, and he couldn't help but be horrified, and suddenly raised his giant sword, and slashed at Wang Hao with the momentum of splitting Huashan.

Wang Hao's waist twisted vigorously, and he suddenly exerted his strength, avoiding the earth-shattering sword of the ghost swordsman.

Subsequently, he did not love to fight, but refracted the pace with the triangle of his feet, and attacked Zheng Dahai with the momentum of lightning.

Zheng Dahai is his real target!

Seeing this scene, Bing Ji and the ghost swordsman were all shocked.

If Wang Hao is allowed to kill Zheng Dahai under their noses, then their actions this time will be in vain.

The saint's pretty face changed, and she shouted urgently.

"Stop him!"

The ghost swordsman didn't care about anything else, so he raised his sword and killed Wang Hao.

Wang Hao took out a pistol from his sleeve, didn't aim, and directly knocked the trigger by feeling.

When the ghost swordsman saw Wang Hao pull out his gun, he scoffed at this. A master of his level, an ordinary pistol, as long as it doesn't hit the vital part, can't hurt them at all.

I saw that the giant sword in his hand opened and closed like a waterfall, blocking all three bullets.

Wang Hao naturally knew in his heart that bullets could not kill the ghost swordsman.

However, it can give him a few breaths of time to kill Zheng Dahai.

When Zheng Dahai saw Wang Hao, the god of killing, he walked towards him, he was so frightened that he was full of feces and urine, and shouted in horror: "Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

Wang Hao's eyes flashed with a touch of disdain, and he smiled coldly: "Hehe, now that you know to beg for mercy, why did you go earlier?"

"Traitor, die!"

The cold voice of the word "death" had not yet fully reached Zheng Dahai's ears, when he saw a dazzling sword shadow and slashed through the air.

"Poof!"

Above Zheng Dahai's eyebrows, a blood mark cracked, and his entire body was also paralyzed into mud in an instant, and the muscles of his body twitched violently twice, and he fell on his back in a pool of blood.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

At this moment, Bing Ji pulled out three sword flowers and stabbed at Wang Hao at lightning speed.

At the same time, the ghost swordsman let out a beastly roar from his throat, raised his giant sword, and swung it widely, in a vain attempt to split Wang Hao in half.

If he only faced the ghost swordsman alone, Wang Hao was sure that he would defeat him within thirty moves.

If it was only against the demon girl Bing Ji alone, although Wang Hao was not sure to defeat him, it would not be a problem to draw with him.

But if you face the two of them at the same time, Wang Hao will only cry.

After realizing that his situation was not good, Wang Hao hooked the seven-star sword in his hand, hooked Zheng Dahai's slightly blessed corpse, and struck it in the air to meet Bing Ji.

"Click!"

Bing Ji split Zheng Dahai in half with a single sword, and the blood was like rain, splashing all over the ground and falling on the white hillside, which was particularly dazzling.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wang Hao casually grabbed the black leather bag that fell to the ground, turned over with a harrier in the air, stepped on the rocks protruding from the cliff, and rushed towards the distance.

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