Hao Jian sneered.

The corners of his mouth contain the most contempt and shame.

Laughing, the other three were all played by Bai Tianheng, and they also laughed that Qing Tingxuan was just a useless cannon fodder.

Yes, maybe it's the kind of cannon fodder with a little cleverness, and often such people are the most contemptible existence.

I also sighed, why is the IQ of people in this world so low?

Could it be true that God has opened a door for you, so it will always close a window for you?

At this time, Hao Jian can accurately say that this is indeed what this is like in this world.

Qing Tingxuan didn't care, anyway, he had already calculated it, as long as he killed the person in front of him, it could be regarded as paving a way for himself in the future.

The most ruthless emperor family, perhaps the truth contained in it is not so simple and easy to understand as literally.

Perhaps, only as a child of the royal family, he will know that the real intrigue is tiring.

"Sneer......"

The long sword broke out in the air, Qing Tingxuan stood calmly in place, Qing Tingxuan's whole person suddenly became mighty, bathed in the cyan aura, and the long sword was divided in the middle, stemming from the arrogant and uninhibited momentum of the Qinglong and the peak cultivation of the martial king.

At this time, Qing Tingxuan was like an undefeated god of war, looking down on the humble Hao Jian in front of him with low eyebrows.

It's so unbearable, I doubt if I can hold up the power of my sword.

Hao Jian was also a little frightened, this guy's momentum is so fierce, besides, he is injured now, although the damaged meridians can already flow aura, but obviously there is still a certain gap.

"It's really damn, it's okay if the idiot isn't in a coma, even if it's that damn colorful tiger!" Hao Jian's slowly flowing gaze was low and gloomy.

Unfortunately, the word "but" can only live in fantasy.

If a person constantly talks about it, he is undoubtedly sad.

Although everything can't catch up with the changes that bring me quickly, it is not difficult to see that only by really taking me to think about the consequences of one thing, and drawing all the deviations in my own mind, everything will become less regrettable.

"Buzz ......"

The trembling aura felt the chill emanating from the Qingting Xuan Long Sword.

The space trembled, as if it would collapse in an instant, and the ashes left above the hall spoke of the protracted ......

"Qingting Xuan, three dignified words, after today, it will become a nameless corpse, buried in this dragon and phoenix tomb, the huge palace, it can be regarded as giving you a very good home......"

Staring, sneering, wonderful.

"Although you are not much different from this prince of the eighth order of the Martial King, you must know that the first order and one heavy heaven among the Martial King, not to mention that you should have suffered a very serious internal injury in this situation, right?"

"Don't worry, this prince will not say anything about victory because of this, the two duel, only life and death can determine the value of existence. Qingting Xuan stood with a sword, the main hall was for him, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

The living are like Mount Tai, and the dead are like feathers.

"Hehe, your eyes are really similar to Qing Xuanyuan. Hao Jian slowly spoke, revealing a look of extreme disgust, and after a while, he was going to gouge out those eyes with his own hands!

"Hehe, it turns out that you also know the reputation of my crown prince of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom?Indeed, although I am very talented, I can't compare to him......" Qingting Xuan's eyes flashed with loneliness, "But so what? If you die today, as long as this prince can obtain the inheritance, then it may be unknown who will be the throne of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom in the future!"

The suppressed voice slowly spoke, and Qing Tingxuan's agitated voice was loud, and the killing intent was dignified, sweeping in.

"Huh...... Qing Tingxuan. ”

Hao Jian watched, he couldn't make the first move, he was already injured, maybe he would fall into the disadvantage as soon as he made a move, so he could only wait and see.

Looking at the cold long sword, Hao Jian's heart moved, looking for the Nine Heavens Sword in his storage bag.

Hao Jian really disdained to use the Collapse Heaven Sword to deal with such people, although the Nine Heavens Heavenly Venerable had already completed the refining for Hao Jian, Hao Jian had no intention of using it here.

The power is too terrifying, and if you don't get it, you might bury yourself alive in this hall first.

"Again, hand over the inheritance, and then cut it off yourself, you can avoid the pain of soul searching!"

Nearby, Qing Tingxuan's eyes were fierce, and the rumbling words were like a flood bursting the embankment, attacking Hao Jian, and the agitated aura roared like a wind blade, slashing at Hao Jian's body one by one.

Hiss!

"I really treat myself as a dish, even if it's good to be arrogant, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's ......a pity."

Hao Jian sighed secretly, his body was not like a lonely duckweed under strong oppression, but was as stable as a mountain, standing firmly in place.

What aura wind blade, what kind of oppressive sense of the peak of the Martial King, can't make Hao Jian anything.

Although you are injured, you are not worthy to show off your strength in front of me!

"Although this prince does not have the talent to be proud, but at this moment, it is enough to kill you!" Qing Tingxuan sneered, the surging killing intent flooded the tide, the long sword deflected, and a sword stabbed out, and a cyan phantom like a dragon's roar wrapped around the sword body.

"The ants of the Beichuan Palace, dare to stand out in front of the forces of the ancient kingdom and kill my imperial brother, it is really a crime that deserves death!"

The sword qi was leaking in all directions, and Qing Tingxuan's pace was very fast, connecting into an ethereal shadow, flickering, killing intent and aura intertwined into a grid, surging aura resonated with it, and approached Hao Jian.

it!

Less than a zhang away from Hao Jian, even Hao Jian could feel that the edge and killing intent of that long sword were extremely strong.

In your eyes, am I, Hao Jian, certain to die today?

"You're going to die ugly, I Hao Jian said!"

Suddenly, Hao Jian suddenly saw a trace of Sui Yuying's father's figure on Qing Tingxuan's body, and his eyes were glowing red.

Dare to humiliate me?

Still seriously hurting me?

Today I will make you regret coming to this world!

Hao Jian, who was cleaned by Sui Yuying's father, was still panicked in his heart, but he didn't expect this thing to hit the muzzle of the gun with self-righteousness.

"Buzz ......"

Hao Jian clapped his hands, and after a violent tremor in the space, a three-foot Qingfeng sword flew out directly from Hao Jian's waist, flowing with a quaint aura and slowly rippling.

The roar, the crash, all intertwined in the blink of an eye.

With the Jiuxiao Sword in his hand, with the help of that force, Hao Jian quickly swung it several times in mid-air.

Countless sword qi tore the space in front of him, exuding devouring power that could not be retreated for a long time.

Seeing this, Qingting Xuan turned sideways in front of the sword, looking at the Nine Heavens Sword wielded by Hao Jian, his eyes were solemn, because he could see that the long sword in Hao Jian's hand was definitely of a very high grade, although it was unpretentious and there was no aura lingering above, but it was out of the special perception of the country of swordsmanship.

Yes, that's right, it's even higher than the Kanglong Sword in his hand.

Yes, it must have been obtained from the inheritance treasure of the owner of this tomb, yes, it must be like this!

The more I thought about it, the hotter my eyes became, and I couldn't wait to directly pick Hao Jian on my sword and take all the inheritance treasures for myself!