"The sin of disrespect?"

The corners of Qin Hao's mouth rose slightly, with a hint of playfulness: "Why don't you two kneel down and kowtow to me three times, how about I let you go?"

Changle was suddenly angry, that young man was shameless!

Let him kneel and kowtow?

They are the elders of the Refining Weapon Valley, one of the most special sects in the Heavenly Desolate Continent, and I don't know how many monks take advantage of their favors, so they are all very arrogant.

"A supernatural power, think I can't know if I don't say it?"

Changle looked at the old man beside him, his eyebrows moved slightly, as if he was communicating something.

Immediately, he cast a seal decision, and one magic weapon after another spun abruptly.

I saw that he was surrounded by magic weapons, and the qi of the immortal source turned into mist, and more than 100 magic weapons were hidden in it, making people unpredictable the route.

Hand in the clouds!

Hundreds of soldiers burst out and rushed towards Qin Hao, Qin Hao was still indifferent, the purple light above his fists rose sharply, and he knew that the qi was like a sharp sword, every punch was blasted, and a sharp sword was cut out, but more than ten breaths, more than a hundred magic weapons were dimmed, and they fell to the ground, no longer the power of the magic weapon.

The chaotic qi under Qin Hao's feet rioted, and his body was like an eagle, and he had already appeared in front of Changle in an instant.

"What!"

Changle was shocked and looked at Qin Hao incredulously.

With a distance of nearly 100 meters, it came in an instant, and a monk who was just a turning realm could have such speed?

"Boring!"

A hint of chill flashed in Qin Hao's eyes, and he raised his fist high, and on his arm, the reckless lines flashed with a faint purple light.

Rumble!

I saw a rough punch, and it smashed down on Changle's chest, and the roar was endless, but this sound made Qin Hao's face change slightly, and the Chaos Heavenly Pupil was moving, and immediately, his eyes looked into the distance.

"It's a stand-in puppet!"

Qin Hao was a little surprised, when that punch hit, Qin Hao only felt that the entire fist was trembling, not at all like the feeling of hitting a flesh and blood body.

"If it's really as simple as a stand-in puppet, then it's underestimating my Refining Weapon Valley!"

Changle's voice sounded again, his eyes became slightly solemn, with the Divine Source Realm, he could fight with him to this extent as soon as he turned into a cultivator, and he was definitely not a master who bullied at will!

"Changyuan, follow me to urge the puppet!"

The old man, who had only made one shot so far, also moved, his immortal source moved, the seal in his hand was connected, and his fingertips were constantly changing, as if he was entering instructions.

Throat!

The puppet moved, covered with a black robe, copper tendons and iron bones, and every step it took, it had to make a muffled sound, which was extremely heavy.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!" A hint of banter had already risen in Changle's eyes, "Since that's the case, it's no wonder to me!"

At the same time, Changle raised his right hand, pinched it into a fist, and blasted out with a punch, as if tearing the air, in Qin Hao's surprised gaze, the iron-armored puppet was almost the same as Changle's movements.

Rumble!

Impartially, the fists intersected, and the roar sounded, like an aftermath, echoing in the ears.

The puppet stood motionless in place, but Qin Hao, on the other hand, actually took more than ten steps backwards to stabilize his body, and each step stepped into the ground by half an inch.

The power of one punch shocked Qin Hao back!

"Something interesting!"

Flicking his slightly numb arms, Qin Hao's eyes seemed to have a touch of fighting spirit, but more, it was like testing his limits with this puppet.

The next moment, his legs were slightly bent, his body was half-bowed, and there were only vast lines left on his arms, and the darkness under his feet surged, and his figure shot out again.

Rumble!

Bang!

The two figures collided again, and ripples resounded in the palace.

This kind of collision lasted for more than a hundred breaths, and it ended in Qin Hao's upside-down figure.

Under the sand Shuo in the distance, Qin Hao slowly got up, the chaotic qi shook slightly, and the dust shook his body away, and he fought with a hundred breaths, except for his face was a little pale, he seemed to be safe and sound. It was the puppet that had fist marks on its body, which made the surface of the puppet pitted, even if it was wrapped in a black robe, it was difficult to hide the miserable situation.

Looking at the eight-foot puppet, Qin Hao's smile was even worse, under Fang Cai's attack, the bones of his arms were cracked one after another under the force of the shock.

At the same time, the three-foot purple wood in the dantian suddenly burst out with a halo, and wisps of Hongmeng purple qi entered the tendons and veins along the dantian, and finally immersed into the bones of both arms.

Although the process was full of pain, Qin Hao still hadn't heard of it, and the increasingly vigorous physical strength made Qin Hao feel excited.

Improving the strength of the physical body during the battle, and using that puppet as a tool to temper the physical body, I'm afraid Changle couldn't have imagined it.

"Pretend!" Changle said coldly, looking at Qin Hao with contempt in his eyes.

"Shake with this puppet, I'm afraid that at this moment, the bones of both of your arms have been shattered, right?"

"After all, the life-killing puppet is made of immortal materials, there is no joy or sorrow, and there is no slightest sense of touch, it is just a killing machine!"

Between the sounds, Changle condensed the magic again, and several cold lights flashed on the puppet's arm.

It's a long blade!

The long blade embedded in the arm, no wonder the word killing.

The aftermath of the battle had already alarmed Wang Hanxu, who was meditating and pranayama on the side, and before, Qin Hao had never stopped attacking, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

"Brother Qin, that life-killing puppet is a six-grade magic weapon, and there are few in the entire sect, and his consumption of the immortal source of the controller is very terrifying. ”

"Just procrastinate!"

Wang Hanxu opened his mouth in a condensed voice, he knew that the next battle was about to break out.

It's no wonder that the two work together, one manipulates the puppet to attack, and the other manipulates the puppet to move.

Qin Hao had already disappeared in place, and a sword slashed out and landed on the Xuan robe, tearing a strand of his clothes, revealing the iron bones in it.

The next moment, Qin Hao set off again to attack, a touch of calm meaning flashed in Changle's eyes, and the long blade also had a cold light, sweeping from Qin Hao's waist, one knife and two petals!

"That's not right!"

The next moment, Changle realized that something was wrong, and a chill came to his heart.

Immediately, an indifferent face had appeared three inches in front of him, and the three-foot long blade in his hand flashed with a fatal edge.

"What about the six-grade magic weapon, can there be another one!?"

Qin Hao's face was cold, and the cold light of the Nine Heavens Sword flashed, and the blade of the sword against Changle's throat floated towards his chest, passing with a line of blood.

Blood splattered, but the sword light tossed and turned again, cutting half of the Xuan robe, and taking seven storage tips.

"What about the Elder of the Refining Weapon Valley?" Qin Hao said indifferently, his eyes had already fallen to the figure on the duckweed in the center, "If it weren't for him, everyone would have fallen here!"

Qin Hao put away the Nine Heavens Sword and dispersed the vast lines on his arms.

"Dare to despise the old man!?"

Changle was injured, Changyuan was furious, and the seal in his hand changed again, and he actually controlled the puppet to come to Qin Hao alone.

Suddenly, the cold light in Qin Hao's eyes turned into killing intent, the Nine Heavens Sword burst out, the sound of the sword resounded throughout the palace, and a three-zhang sword light swept out as if it were slashing the sky and the earth.

"Die!"

Rumble!

I saw that sword light, grazing the puppet's iron body, and the fire splashed everywhere, sweeping over his head in Changyuan's consternation.

With a sword passing, the head has opened and closed to the sides, and the body has fallen to the ground without a trace of life.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

He slowly spit out four words, with an indifferent expression.