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Ling Tingfeng devoured the two of them one after another, his strength had returned to its peak, he licked his dry lips, although the sacrifice could not be carried out, if he could eat all the remaining ninety or so sacrifices, his strength would also increase to an unimaginable extent

Wang Hao secretly estimated that the time that the nightmare could last was about to run out, and if he wanted to listen to the wind, he had to have no reservations

Ling Tingfeng saw that Wang Hao didn't make the slightest move, and laughed coldly: "Don't you stop me, I'm going to feast."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the nearest offering.

"Poof"

A burst of energy swept across Ling Tingfeng's fingers, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Hmph" Ling Tingfeng snorted coldly, "It seems that the only way to kill you first and then enjoy the food"

Wang Hao took a deep breath and stretched out his arms, and the Long Yuan Sword was horizontal in front of him.

The last time of the nightmare was only enough for him to use three moves, and he decided to condense the time of using three moves into one sword.

Wang Hao did not use his strongest martial art, the Falling Star Sword, the power of the Falling Star Sword was too terrifying, first, it would hurt the innocent martial artist who was tied to the stone pillar, and second, once the Falling Star Sword collapsed here, he and Zhao Mu'er would have no possibility of escaping.

"Kendo Righteousness"

Wang Hao used the technique of returning ten thousand swords to the sect, condensing the power of the righteousness of the sword into a scabbard that shines with starlight.

The Long Yuan sword was inserted into the scabbard, and every time it was scored, the power it condensed was three points stronger.

When the Long Yuan Sword was completely sheathed, the power it exuded had already made the ground tremble.

Ling Tingfeng's pupils constricted, and the strength displayed by Wang Hao was beyond his imagination, and the heart in his chest was beating wildly, and the feeling of death enveloped his whole body.

"How could he have such power"

Ling Tingfeng's body trembled, and he was very sure that he couldn't block this sword

Just when his mood was about to collapse, Ling Tingfeng suddenly found that Wang Hao's hand holding the sword trembled a little.

"The secret technique he used is about to fail" Ling Tingfeng's eyes regained their brilliance, "At the end of the strong crossbow, this is the final blow."

In Ling Tingfeng's eyes, he regained his confidence, "As long as you don't kill me with this move, it will be your death."

"Disintegration of the Heavenly Demons"

Ling Tingfeng also fought, he urged the forbidden law, forcibly urged all the acupoints in his body, the demonic qi corroded his bloodline, but it also brought him surging power.

In the face of Ling Tingfeng, whose strength skyrocketed, Wang Hao's application was always so calm, he held the scabbard of the sword righteousness condensed with one hand, and stroked the hilt of the sword with the other, and smoothly pushed the sword body into the scabbard.

The scabbard trembled wildly, as if it was about to be unable to withstand the power contained in Long Yuan's sword.

"Whew"

Wang Hao exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, he felt his mind dizzy, and the power in his body flowed like a flood of the sluice.

"Are you going to the limit?"

Menglong once told Wang Hao that the side effects of nightmares were enough to cause death, although Wang Hao had a bloodline protector and could survive, but I am afraid that he would also lose his ability to fight.

Just as Ling Tingfeng thought, if Wang Hao's sword could not kill him, Zhao Mu'er in the Tianwu realm alone would not be able to stop Ling Tingfeng in the Lingwu realm at all

This sword is a decisive battle

When Wang Hao's power dropped to the lowest point, the power of the sword in his hand rose to the limit, and between the hilt and the scabbard, only the last gap remained, and it had not yet closed.

This sword fuses the power of nightmares and Wang Hao's entire comprehension of the righteousness of the sword.

"Smack"

An inaudible voice sounded, and there was no gap between the Long Yuan Sword and the scabbard condensed by the righteousness of the Sword Dao.

In an instant, the momentum on Wang Hao's body dissipated, and if others closed their eyes, they couldn't even feel Wang Hao's existence, as if he was no longer between this world and the world.

For a while, the entire underground was left with only the demonic qi that roared out from Ling Tingfeng's body.

The intensity of the demonic aura made Zhao Mu'er's body unstable, she protected her arms in front of her, and her eyes barely opened a gap.

In the diffuse demonic aura, Zhao Mu'er saw a majestic figure, standing still.

Suddenly, in Zhao Mu'er's mind, he suddenly recalled a scene, the same in front of a strong enemy, the same as a majestic figure, even if the enemy is as strong as a tsunami, that figure can shelter himself from the wind and rain.

She prayed in her heart, "Wang Hao, you must win"

At this time, Ling Tingfeng's flesh and blood in his body had been corroded by demonic qi, leaving only a thin layer of skin.

But he didn't care, as long as he could survive, there were so many Heavenly Martial Realm sacrifices underground, and he could recover from his original state if he devoured two of them at will.

He roared angrily: "Wang Hao, come on"

In Wang Hao's eyes, a fine light flashed, and he used his last strength to launch his body to step on the clouds.

Long Yuan's sword was sheathed, and the sword was pointed at Ling Tingfeng's chest, Wang Hao's body moved very slowly in the demonic wind, but it was very steady.

"Demon Heavenly Skill"

Although he couldn't feel the power contained in Wang Hao's sword, Ling Tingfeng didn't dare to be careless, he condensed all the power he had gathered in front of him.

The surging demonic qi was summoned by Ling Tingfeng and gathered in front of him, spinning wildly.

The demonic qi vortex, like a shield, blocked between Wang Hao and Ling Tingfeng.

It was like a huge meat grinder, and Wang Hao at this time was rushing towards the meat grinder.

The demonic qi vortex did not produce a suction force, but a huge repulsive force, and Wang Hao's movements as he approached Ling Tingfeng became even slower.

Ling Tingfeng became excited when he saw Wang Hao like this, and he secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that I overestimate him too much, if it is just this bit of strength, then it must be me who wins today."

Wang Hao's figure stagnated in the air, and he had no more strength to fight against the Demonic Qi Vortex.

Wang Hao has no strength, it does not mean that the sword in his hand has no strength, and the scabbard of the Longyuan sword began to decompose from the top.

The scabbard at the edge of the sword separated several hair-thick fluorescents, which slowly rotated in the same direction.

The scabbard bloomed, revealing the blade hidden in it, and Wang Hao's lost power reappeared

The Long Yuan Sword trapped in the scabbard revealed its blade, and the sharp sword momentum made the demonic qi vortex, and slowly cracked a crack.

Ling Tingfeng was shocked in his heart, he hurriedly urged his strength to reunite the demonic qi vortex, this was his last barrier, once he was cut open by Wang Hao, the consequence was only a dead end.

"I'm not going to lose again"

Ling Tingfeng roared wildly, his hands trembling violently, and his skin, which had been covered by the loss of flesh and blood, shook in the wind like rags.

The scabbard of the Longyuan Sword bloomed faster and faster, and Wang Hao cut through the wind and waves under the fierce sword momentum.

"Break it"

After the scabbard was fully bloomed, Wang Hao waved his left hand and slapped his palm on the hilt of the Longyuan Sword, only to see the Longyuan Sword turn into a bloody light, piercing the demonic qi vortex

The whirlpool of demonic qi came to an abrupt end, and Ling Tingfeng fell to the ground, and on his chest, the Long Yuan Sword had already submerged into the hilt.

"No, I don't believe it, I'm not reconciled"

Ling Tingfeng wanted to stand up, but he had run out of oil and the lamp, and before he could stand up, the leg bones of his legs broke and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Ling Tingfeng was just a skeleton wrapped in skin, if it weren't for the fact that the Demon Cultivator had a stronger vitality than ordinary martial artists, he would have died a long time ago.

Looking at the sacrifices that were close at hand, Ling Tingfeng's heart was full of despair.

He was defeated after all, and he was defeated by Wang Hao again.

"Puff"

Wang Hao sat down on the ground, his back against a stone pillar, gasping for breath.

"Wang Hao"

Zhao Mu'er hurriedly ran to Wang Hao's side, hurriedly looking for a life-saving elixir from the Yuan Ring, Wang Hao's face was as pale as paper, even his lips were dry like cracked land, and Zhao Mu'er's heart ached like a needle prick.

Looking at Zhao Mu'er's anxious appearance, Wang Hao endured the pain all over his body and showed a smile.

"Mu'er, don't worry, I can't die."

Tears condensed in Zhao Mu'er's eyes, and she fell down in a slump, she nodded vigorously, "You can't die, I don't allow you to die"

She stuffed a pill into Wang Hao's mouth, and Wang Hao swallowed it slowly.

Wang Hao wanted to sit up, but he couldn't even move his fingers, he said softly: "Go and rescue Zhao Jun."

Zhao Mu'er nodded, walked up to Zhao Jun, and cut off the chains that bound her.

Perhaps it was because she had not been imprisoned for a long time, Zhao Jun's injuries were obviously much lighter than those of other sacrifices, Zhao Mu'er gave her some yuan power, and Zhao Jun quickly woke up.

Looking at Zhao Mu'er, Zhao Jun asked a little weakly, "Who are you?"

Zhao Mu'er helped Zhao Jun up, "It was Wang Hao who saved you." ”

Zhao Jun saw Wang Hao at this time, and she was moved, "Wang Hao, I owe you a favor again"

"Friend, why thank Zhao Jun, if you still have the strength, go and kill Ling Tingfeng for me, I don't want to dirty Mu'er's hands, I can only trouble you."

Zhao Jun looked at Ling Tingfeng, an astonishing killing intent erupted from her body, she had been tortured by Ling Tingfeng like other sacrifices before.

"Demon Cultivator, go to death"

Just as Zhao Jun was walking towards Ling Tingfeng, in the corridor leading to the ground, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps, and a terrifying Yuan Force enveloped the ground

"Wang Hao, are you okay?"

The first to rush into the ground was the nervous Chen Kite, and the murderous domain master.

Seeing that Wang Hao was fine, Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, she almost didn't break her leg in order to find a rescuer.

The domain lord looked at the appearance of the underground altar, and his eyes sank like water.

He walked towards Ling Tingfeng step by step, and the power condensed in his hands became stronger and stronger.

Seeing that the domain lord did it himself, Zhao Jun got out of the way, she looked at the old man, but found that the domain lord's eyes revealed a complicated look.

This look seemed to be struggling, whether to kill Ling Tingfeng.

Zhao Jun's heart jumped and he wanted to speak, but he was shocked to find that his throat was pinched by an invisible force, and he couldn't make the slightest sound.

The genius martial artists of the three major academies rushed into the ground one after another, everyone was shocked by the scenery on the altar, no one noticed that the domain master seemed to be a little abnormal.

The domain lord walked in front of Ling Tingfeng, and the power in his palm could easily annihilate it as long as it poured out a tenth of it.

Ling Tingfeng raised his head with all his might, and the expression on his face seemed to be smiling.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

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