"This doesn't seem to be your final say!" Lin Hao said with a disapproving expression. "Whoever you say dies will die, then you should be the third on the killer list, and you can completely proclaim yourself the first on the killer list!"

"Then I'll let you die blindly!" said the crow.

Without the Blood Raven Army, it does not mean that he is a powerless person, and the Blood Raven Army is only one of his many means.

So he slowly pulled out a sword from his waist, this is a strangely shaped sword, if it is a sword, it is a sword, if it is not a sword, then it is not a sword, the swordsman kills people.

Lin Hao didn't expect that this guy would also have a sword master who would kill his army of blood crows, and at this time, he would come over with another sword, and the means were still targeted.

"Do you know what kind of sword it is?" asked the crow rhetorically.

"I don't care what kind of sword you have, it's cheap anyway!" Lin Hao said.

The crow didn't seem to hear Lin Hao's sarcasm, he slowly rubbed the blade of the sword with his fingers, and then said: "I named it 'God's Thorn', do you know what God's Thorn is? It is the steel nail used in the Bible to describe the Holy Lord Jesus when he was crucified, and my sword is made of that steel nail! It has not been unsheathed in its hand for half a year, and today it is your honor that you can destroy my blood crow army and force me to use God's Thorn!"

The sword is made of gold, the hilt is inlaid with precious stones, and because its blade is sharpened like clay, the blade shines brighter than the sun.

Lin Hao admits that this is a good sword, and dares to name it "God's Thorn", then it is said that this guy is very ambitious, even God dares to assassinate, and then mortals can still resist his footsteps.

Lin Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Am I grateful for your hospitality?"

The crow said solemnly: "No, you also deserve it, my God's Thorn has not been able to drink blood for a long time, I can feel its desire, so use you to sacrifice the sword!"

However, seeing the crow's cheap face, he sneered: "Your brazenness, I have already learned it, and the legendary third killer in the world is at your level, so your killer world is too shabby!"

"Boy, you can insult me, but you definitely don't insult our killer world, so please die!" As soon as the crow's words fell, a sharp cold light slashed down towards Lin Hao's head.

Even a god can assassinate, let alone a mortal.

Therefore, the sword falls and people die, and the vast majority of the targets are human heads.

This is the crow's nirvana, killing is also an art, and it can even make people feel the thrill of killing, which is why the crow has been immersed in the dark and cannot extricate itself.

He even regarded killing people as a goal that he had been practicing and chasing all his life, so when he heard Lin Hao insulting the killer world, he was angry, so he wanted to tear this guy apart.

Lin Hao didn't dodge the crow's nirvana, he just stood in place, and then immersed himself in it, the cultivation power in his body had been mobilizing rapidly, but the crow's lightning speed body slowed down infinitely in his eyes.

This is not because his realm has improved, but because his vision itself is so high, as the existence of the former Sixfold Heaven Earth Cultivation, he even almost broke through the Sevenfold Heaven Cultivation at the foot of Qingyun Mountain and became a real grandmaster-level existence.

His vision is higher than that of ordinary people, not to mention, he also spent time in the Phantom Assassin Alliance, so he has some understanding of the methods of assassinating others by multiple killers.

The crow is very strong and fast, but Lin Hao is stronger than him, and this strength is not strong in strength, but strong in vision.

Originally, with his current ability to cultivate the Triple Heaven, there was no way to use this sword with all his strength in the next crow.

But who let him be possessed by the fire qilin, and when the fire qilin roared out just now, there was still a lot of energy left in his body, those energies must be a drop in the bucket for a divine beast, but for him, who had cultivated to the sixth heaven and now was the scum of the triple heaven, it was definitely enough.

So he stood in place, as if he had just erupted, and he shouted out a poem again: "Ten thousand paths and people are gone!"

Just like the previous sentence that the Thousand Mountain Birds Fly Away, as soon as the roar came out, those so-called blood crow birds were all dead.

He felt that this poem was very in line with the current scene, thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of paths and people disappeared, these two lines mean: on all the mountains, there is no shadow of flying birds, and all the paths, there is no trace of people.

The so-called birds are, of course, the legions of blood crows, but people, of course, the crows.

He could shatter the Blood Raven Legion with one punch, so this time it was the same, he felt that he could also blast the Crows into the flesh with one punch.

His fist was radiant, and with one punch, he even had a majestic atmosphere that shattered the mountains and rivers, and he could even clear the clouds and see the sky, and keep the clouds open and see the moon.

There is a kind of domineering between heaven and earth, let me go freely.

Sure enough, although the crow's thorn of God was fast, his fist was faster, and the red fist slammed into the crow's wrist holding the thorn of God like a ray of light.

All the cold light just passed through the air, but it didn't stab the target, but the wrist was bombarded with fists, and it couldn't be controlled at all

Suddenly, the crow's wrist couldn't withstand such a powerful force at all, and the thorn of God in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, but I don't know what material the thorn of God is made of, and it has not been destroyed, but the light on the sword body has dimmed again.

And as the master of the thorn of God, the crow was not comfortable in the indiscriminate attack just now, and wherever the fist went, although it did not grow an inch of grass, but as the center of the center of the fist, the crow was suddenly blown away, blood flew sideways, and the arm holding the thorn of God also fell off, and it had been abolished, and it could not be supported at all.

He was blown away, and he kept rolling to the ground, with a loud crackling sound, the same price that Lin Hao paid for being blown away, the stone slabs on the stone road in the park were smashed by him, and all of a sudden, the dust flew and the stone slabs flew by.

It wasn't until he bumped under an uncle that the crow stopped his momentum of sliding from behind, he only felt a warm fishy smell between his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a pop, his gaze was a little sloppy, and Lin Hao's punch almost destroyed all his self-confidence

He didn't expect this kid to be so strong.

But the more this happened, the more crazy his face became, and he showed a cruel smile: "Boy, you must die today!"