Woohoo......

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

As the bell on the Spirit Mountain fell, one figure after another swept into the air, completely tearing apart the original almost solidified aura.

In the blink of an eye, on the square, a Sword Pavilion powerhouse appeared.

The sword aura is soaring, and the killing machine is Ling Ran. The breathtaking aura made the onlookers subconsciously retreat towards the rear.

The air was filled with the smell of death, and these onlookers were afraid not to get involved in this monstrous killing.

"Wang Hao, why did you come to my Sword Pavilion?"

Looking at Wang Hao, in front of the crowd, an old man from the Sword Pavilion drank expressionlessly.

"Don't you know, old man?"

Jin Thirteen pursed his lips and sneered. Knowingly, he has always hated these people who pretend to be confused.

"Hmph! The Sword Pavilion is disbanded, and the Spirit Sword City surrenders? What a big breath! Wang Hao, are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Sword Pavilion?"

The old man who was in the Sword Pavilion, obviously with an extraordinary status, had a more and more difficult look on his face. The Sword Pavilion powerhouse with an extraordinary identity standing beside this old man also had an expression of righteous indignation on his face for a while.

How many years has the Sword Pavilion been standing in the Eastern Wilderness? How many years has this place been regarded as the Holy Land of the Eastern Wilderness Martial Arts? No one dared to make such a big statement in the Spirit Sword City, let alone dared to humiliate and despise the Sword Pavilion so much.

"That's it, Wang Hao, don't think that if you destroy the Tianxuan Sword Sect, you will be able to come here to show off your might!"

"It's too much to deceive people, is my sword pavilion a soft persimmon?"

As the old man's voice fell, bursts of angry shouts came and went.

A sect was bullied like this, which made everyone in the Sword Pavilion feel that they were holding back countless angers.

"I think this is the Duan Pavilion Master, right? What do you think of my proposal?"

Ignoring the few Sword Pavilion powerhouses who were scolding, Wang Hao squinted his eyes and looked at the man who was wearing a purple robe and had an extremely extraordinary bearing.

This person should be the current pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion.

What did he think? Wang Hao was quite curious.

"Wang Hao, I sigh at your talent, your strength is also top in the Eastern Wilderness. But you shouldn't have deceived me like this!"

Finally, in Wang Hao's inquiry, the purple-shirted man frowned and looked at Wang Hao expressionlessly.

"So, you didn't agree to my request??"

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth rose slightly.

"Forgive me!" The purple-shirted man flicked his sleeves, and his face turned completely cold: "Everyone in the world says that you are extremely talented and powerful, today, Duan Mou wants to see how you destroy my Sword Pavilion." This is not the East Sacred Pavilion!"

The words were not speculative for more than half a sentence, obviously this pavilion master had no reason to continue the conversation with Wang Hao, and he also felt that Wang Hao did not want to continue talking. In that case, why waste your tongue?

Rumble......

As the words fell, the momentum around the Duan Pavilion Lord skyrocketed.

A terrifying sword intent swept all directions in an instant.

Wang Hao?

The news from the spirit realm, as the master of the Sword Pavilion, the purple-shirted man naturally knew it.

However, everyone knew that the reason why the Eastern Saint Pavilion was able to defeat the Heavenly Xuan Sword Sect was not because the Eastern Saint Pavilion was really strong. It was because of the joining of the Patrol Angels, because of the help of the Emperor family and the Ye family, and because of the containment of the Valley of Hundred Flowers and the Temple of Gods and Demons.

What's more, on that day, the battlefield was above the East Sacred Pavilion.

The East Saint Pavilion condensed the luck of the sect, first destroyed the fortune of the sect of the Tianxuan Sword Sect with conspiracy and trickery, broke the foundation of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, and then improved its strength with its own luck, which led to that glorious battle.

However, this is the Sword Pavilion, not the East Sacred Pavilion.

Can Wang Hao still mobilize the luck of the sect?

This place is the Eastern Wilderness, and the emperor's family is also the Ye family, and they can still help Wang Hao, and the hands of the God and Demon Hall and the Hundred Flowers Valley cannot reach here. Even the Patrol Angel never appeared here.

Under such circumstances, Wang Hao wanted to decide the fate of the Sword Pavilion with one sentence?

Rumble......

Thinking of this, Pavilion Master Duan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

It just so happens that Wang Hao is here today, so let's stay here.

As the aura around him climbed to the peak, the purple-shirted man was like a sharp sword, standing between this piece of heaven and earth, shocking the nine heavens and ten earths.

"What a powerful breath!"

"Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion! Oh my God, sure enough, this pavilion master has already stood on the peak!"

"It is worthy of being the Duan Pavilion Master, known as the strongest swordsman in the Eastern Wilderness, that sword intent, even if it is hundreds of meters apart, makes me feel difficult to breathe!"

Looking at the Duan Pavilion Master at this moment, the people who had retreated to the far side of the square couldn't help but exclaim.

In the Eastern Wilderness, there are very few people who have reached the realm of the Divine Mansion, let alone the people of the Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion?

This breath is enough to make all the people of the Eastern Wilderness surrender.

This made people look at Pavilion Master Duan in shock.

"Today, Wang Hao is only afraid that he will be left here!"

Some people even looked at Wang Hao and sighed lightly.

Many people have learned about the news from within the spirit world. The Tianxuan Sword Sect was naturally very powerful, but was Wang Hao's victory over the Tianxuan Sword Sect really because he was strong enough? No, there were too many reasons for this.

Divine Mansion Nine Heavens? I'm afraid this is not a strong man that Wang Hao can contend with.

For a while, looking at Wang Hao, these people seemed to see the scene of his body disappearing!

It's a pity.

A generation of Tianjiao is too arrogant, and after all, it will be lost under the sword of the Duan Pavilion Master.

"Hey...... The Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion are interesting!"

It's just that, compared to the restless crowd in the distance and the people of the Sword Pavilion who were surging in confidence, feeling the breath of the Duan Pavilion Lord at this moment, the corners of Jin Thirteen's mouth showed a hint of a playful smile.

"Boss, why don't I kill him with one punch?"

Niu Daman hurriedly asked Wang Hao.

Joke!

Is the Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion powerful?

This group of ignorant humans.

With such a strong man, Niu Daman can help Wang Hao deal with it.

"I can shoot too!"

Not only is Niu Daman, on the other side, Ghost Cloud Flow and Xiong Li are not eager to try!

Shenfu Nine Heavens, such an opponent, for them, couldn't be better!

The thousand-year-old suppression of the Sealed Demon Land has caused their strength to plummet. They need to return to their original peak, relying not only on cultivation, but also on fighting.

Because they are the fall of the realm, they stood on the top of the mountain. Now that you're back at the top of the mountain, the best option is enough stepping stones.

A stepping stone of the Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion Realm is not easy to find in this Eastern Wilderness. Nowadays, if someone takes the initiative to send it to the door, if you don't take advantage of it, wouldn't it be too wasteful?

"No, he, I'll solve it!"

Glancing at Jin Shisan and the others, he naturally guessed their thoughts, but Wang Hao did not let these people take his place after all.

"Eastern Wilderness?"

Taking a step forward, the corners of Wang Hao's mouth showed a meaningful smile.

It seems that many people still underestimate themselves. If it was the past, Wang Hao naturally didn't care.

But now, Wang Hao needs to change the situation.

This is not Wang Hao's ultimate goal, his goal is the entire Eastern Wilderness. In that case, he needs Liwei.

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion, the strength of the Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion, this is very suitable.

"Today, you will die!"

Thinking of this, Wang Hao squinted his eyes and looked towards Pavilion Master Duan.

"You're looking for death!"

When he was dying, he dared to speak wildly, and when he heard Wang Hao's words, the murderous intent in the eyes of the Duan Pavilion Master skyrocketed.

Brush......

As he spoke, the Duan Pavilion Master's figure disappeared in place.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, the entire sky seemed to shake, and the sound of a sword roar spread throughout Kyushu.

A terrifying sword intent also shrouded towards Wang Hao at this moment.

Sword!

This is the core of the Sword Pavilion.

Pavilion Master Duan took the lead.

This shot was almost unreserved, and he wanted to kill Wang Hao on the spot.

The terrifying sword intent, the terrifying aura, and the winds that rolled up instantly made the entire time and space tremble. made countless people present hold their breath.

is worthy of being the master of the Sword Pavilion, as soon as he makes a move, how many people have been shocked?

Wang Hao: How to resist?

Subconsciously, these people widened their eyes and stared at the battlefield in front of them, for fear of missing any of the pictures.

Perhaps, just such a picture is enough for Pavilion Master Duan to kill Wang Hao and end today's ridiculous battle?

"Good time!"

It's just that, in the gaze of those eyes, under the terrifying sword intent lock, Wang Hao's face never showed the slightest panic.

The eyes of the road are open!

Wang Hao could clearly see the trajectory falling from the sky.

The sword rays that were hundreds of zhang long, with an unparalleled aura, seemed to tear the entire space apart.

I have to say that he is worthy of being the master of the Sword Pavilion, and there are almost no flaws under this sword move, and he has reached the point of perfection.

If it was a month ago, Wang Hao would probably be helpless in the face of this move.

But, so what?

How could Wang Hao be afraid of such a move today?

The Seven Heavens of the Divine Mansion Realm, the three Dao initiates, and the three Dao Species, this made Wang Hao's combat effectiveness not inferior to the people of the Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion.

Even, in the Vientiane Realm, how many people can threaten Wang Hao?

Maybe there is hope that the half-step Vientiane will threaten Wang Hao.

The Nine Heavens of the Divine Mansion, even if it is the pinnacle, is not enough!

"Seven changes of divine thunder!"

Just when the sword was about to sweep himself in, Wang Hao moved.

With a long roar, Wang Hao walked away towards the sword.

With the dustless sword in hand, the sword light skyrocketed, and the sun and moon lost color.

Airplanes......

In the midst of the sharp sword roar, a terrifying sword intent rose up.

That sword intent continued to grow, and in the end, it was not inferior to the sword intent contained in the Duan Pavilion Master's move, or even stronger.

The aura of heaven and earth gathers, the wind sweeps, and the wind and clouds change.

Whoa......

In the blink of an eye, there were tens of thousands of sword lights gathered on the dustless sword.

Thundered......

At the same time, above the void, a thick dark cloud gathered somehow, thunder flashed, and thunder roared, like a giant beast roaring.

At that moment, standing under this piece of heaven and earth, Wang Hao was like a god of war, fighting the sword in the world, covering the nine heavens!

"Broken!"

Finally, when the sword intent stopped soaring, the long sword in Wang Hao's hand had turned into a hundreds of zhang electric dragon, with the breath of destruction, facing the sword that had already come to him.