Ling Haochu looked at this person calmly, this middle-aged man's cultivation is the fifth stage of broken infants, and his spiritual power far exceeds his own, but Ling Haochu's magic weapons are extremely many, coupled with the three killing moves of the white tiger, to deal with the fifth stage of broken babies, Ling Haochu is seventy percent sure!

"Three Spells"

A smile appeared at the corner of Ling Haochu's mouth, and his right hand was raised, pointing his thumb at this person. Spit out lightly: "Good!"

In an instant, the spiritual power in Ling Haochu's body surged wildly, and his fist emitted a demonic glow, as if it had attracted all the beams of light around him.

At the same time, Ling Haochu took a step forward with both feet, and his fists suddenly pushed forward!

The middle-aged man had already noticed Ling Haochu's supernatural power before, and when he saw Ling Haochu performing it again, he couldn't help sneering and taking a deep breath.

His hands snapped together, and suddenly there was a golden aura. Suddenly emanating from the center of his eyebrows, this golden light was extremely dazzling, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately enveloped the person's whole body.

A vast force suddenly emanated from this person's body!

said that it was too late and that was fast, Ling Haochu's fist was instantly on his body, and he was directly pressed into the golden light in front of this person, and the big man roared: Forbidden art, separation!

Suddenly, the golden light outside the big man's body.

As if alive, the frantic squirming, the moment Ling Haochu's fist was pushed down, an identical golden fist was formed, and Ling Haochu collided together!

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Haochu's mouth, and the fist in his right hand was suddenly retracted, and at the same time, his left hand was wiped on the storage bag, and the Xinghai Thunder Musket suddenly flung out in his hand.

But listening to the muffled sound of the bang, the big man whose whole body was shrouded in golden light, the fist he conjured up suddenly collapsed, and even the golden light on his body was also under this shot, and it suddenly dispersed.

"It was the first time, and now it's the second time. Second Senior Brother, don't hide!"

Ling Haochu said, flicked the Xinghai Thunder Musket in his hand, and then swept it, this spear was like a dragon, roaring out wildly, bringing a strong and amazing momentum!

"Bang!"

In the sound of penetrating people's hearts, the big man's face suddenly turned pale, and his primordial spirit was almost pulled out under this sweep, and the golden light outside his body collapsed at this moment.

Seeing that the third shot was about to be swept down, Dahan immediately retreated dozens of zhang away, with a shocked face, staring at the spear in Ling Haochu's hand, and said with an ugly face, "What kind of magic weapon is this!!

Ling Haochu looked at the other party and chuckled, "There is one more shot!"

The big man's face was gloomy, he snorted lightly, slapped the storage bag, and suddenly a huge long sword appeared in his hand, he held the long sword, and with a shake, a sword intent suddenly rose to the sky.

"Counting the handprint in front, it's exactly three styles. Why is there a shot to say, today, let me clean up the portal for the master, Ling Haochu, suffer death!"

As he spoke, his body shot out, the long sword in his hand was thrown up, and he shouted: "Vientiane Senluo Array!"

As soon as this sword came out, it immediately turned from one to two, from two to four, and in the blink of an eye, it was densely packed into countless people, suddenly descending from the sky, and heading straight for Ling Haochu.

At the same time, the middle-aged man sat on the ground, his hands were pinched, and there were words in his mouth, and a black mist quickly emerged from his heavenly spirit, lingering in mid-air for a long time, as this person's spell became faster and faster, and the black mist became more and more, looking from afar. It's like a black cloud overhead.

Ling Haochu's eyes flashed, and he had a spear in his right hand.

The spear immediately flew out, heading straight for the flying swords that descended from the sky, and at the same time, the small red sword followed closely behind, like thunder, and rushed straight away.

But listening to the loud rumbling noises that kept coming, the flying swords descending from the sky shattered madly one by one, turning into pieces of scarred, and falling in all directions.

After doing this, Ling Haochu waved his left hand, and a black heavy sword was in his hand, at this moment, he was like an ancient sword god, one step, stepped out of a few zhang, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed downward, straight to the middle-aged man sitting on the plate of lacquer.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes violently, and at this moment, his eyes were pitch black, and he laughed fiercely.

Stand up, the black mist in the sky.

Like a pipe, it turned into seven strands crazily, and drilled into this person's seven orifices!

"Forbidden art, mad demon god body!" The middle-aged man shouted, his body stepped forward, and the heavy sword in Ling Haochu's hand was instantly slashed at this person.

I only heard a sound like metal colliding echoing through the heavens and the earth, and the big man did not leave the slightest scar on his body, as for Ling Haochu, he felt a force coming out of the heavy sword, and suddenly his arm was sore.

The big man sneered, his body shook, and the whole person instantly turned into a black mist, and rolled towards Linghao Chu frantically, where he passed, the earth was dry and cracked, and the grass and trees withered.

Ling Haochu's eyes flashed, his body retreated, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, a light burst out in his eyebrows.

A shadow of divine consciousness immediately broke away, landed aside, and thudded, turning into a void god-man!

Ling Haochu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, as soon as this person made a move, it was the so-called forbidden magic power, this magic power was indeed extremely powerful, if it weren't for Ling Haochu's magic weapon and divine sense, it would not be able to defeat it at all.

The black mist that the middle-aged man turned into swept madly and went straight to Ling Haochu.

At this moment, the spear in the sky, in a flash, rushed straight towards the black mist, and the red sword followed closely behind, almost instantly, it directly penetrated from the black mist.

A middle-aged man's soft hum came from the black mist. Under the volume, regardless of the sword, he rushed directly towards Ling Haochu.

Ling Haochu's eyes flickered with coldness, his right hand pinched the trick, and he spat lightly in his mouth: "Kill the sky!"

The third type of supernatural power, changing one's life against the sky, and killing the sky.

A purple flame emerged from Ling Haochu's palm.

Suddenly, the purple flame flickered and dimmed. It looks so inconspicuous that it looks like it can be extinguished at any moment.

But this trace of flame was a Dao fire that had been reluctantly cultivated in the scroll space before Ling Hao first came.

Burning with the spiritual power in the body, a trace of fire produced after reversal, its power, in the words of the white tiger, will die when it is idle!

The flames swirled around his fist, and Ling Haochu's eyes were cold. At this moment, he is under the reflection of this silk fire.

The whole person seemed to be filled with a strange power, and he struck forward with his right hand!

The moment the black mist swept in, the Dao fire on the palm of his hand popped out and merged into the black mist.

In an instant, the black mist was like boiling boiling water, suddenly tumbling and surging clouds, three feet in front of Ling Haochu's body, quickly retreating, and bursts of exclamations came from inside.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Haochu's mouth, his body rushed forward, his right hand flipped over, the Xinghai Thunder Musket in his hand, and the Thousand Variations Technique swept out, but listening to the bang, the spear in Ling Haochu's hand waved wildly.

The black mist rolled even more violently, as if it was about to collapse, and galloped back, Ling Haochu followed closely. The Xinghai Thunder Musket in his hand swept out wildly.

(End of chapter)