The Flying Crane and Tang Feng walked carefully in the formation, only afraid that Qin Hao would sneak attack in secret.

They had the intention to pull this formation, but once the big array was launched, if they hurriedly pulled the formation, the people who set up the formation would be counterattacked.

These disciples are all elites of the Hell Gate.

As a last resort, the two didn't want to take this step.

The two walked for a while, and suddenly heard someone in the formation shouting, "Brother Tang, Brother Crane save me!" ”

This voice is obviously Zhang Kui.

Feitian Crane shouted anxiously, "Brother Zhang Kui, you hold on, we will come to save you immediately!" ”

The wings behind him shook, and he stepped on the Seven Star Kui Dou Dou Steps, and passed towards the place where the sound sounded.

Tang Feng always felt that something was wrong, and before he could speak, the flying crane had disappeared.

He carefully lifted the feather fan in the middle of the formation, walked two steps, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

A long sword stabbed in, with a fierce murderous aura.

The feather fan in Tang Feng's hand rolled up, and he hissed, "I knew you weren't kind!" ”

The air around him instantly contracted, converging into a wind sword blade, which was rolled up with the long sword in Qin Hao's hand.

This wind sword is as tough as a long rope, shadowless and invisible.

Gathering becomes a sword, and scattering becomes qi.

This is the power of his magic weapon, this feather fan is refined by the peacock feather that Tang Feng occasionally obtained.

There is only one in the middle, and there is supreme immortal power.

It was their Tang family who came from the secret realm.

The other five are all made of the feathers of the peacock demon beast, and the power is far less than the middle one.

Qin Hao felt the sword qi in the wind, and the long sword was shaken and slashed.

The rolling wind element force turned into sword blades, rolling towards him from all directions.

The Qiankun Ding Brush was sacrificed, and the tadpole words on it turned into a curtain of light, which quickly shrouded Qin Hao's surroundings.

Feng Yuanli shook, and a ripple rippled on the light curtain, crackling and crackling.

Tang Feng's eyebrows tightened, his spiritual power increased, and he urged the feather fan to continue to fight, rolling up stormy waves one after another.

Qin Hao's head was like standing in the center of a hurricane.

He twitched the corners of his mouth at Tang Feng, and a black dragon suddenly appeared from behind, opening its mouth to sneak attack Tang Feng's back.

Tang Feng used all his strength to deal with Qin Hao, his back was cold, and he hurriedly hooked up the feather fan, mobilizing a wind element force to roll back.

At the time of the war, a little distraction is the distance between life and death.

The rusty sword in Qin Hao's hand rolled up, and the lid of Qiankun Ding opened suddenly.

Suddenly, he swallowed Feng Yuanli inside, and the rusty sword stabbed straight forward, stabbing into Tang Feng's chest.

Blood spurted out along the blade, and Tang Feng's complexion was twisted together.

It turned out that his Peacock Feather Sword was so unsatisfactory when facing the enemy.

He didn't expect that Qin Hao actually had a magic weapon that specifically restrained Feng Yuanli.

The murderous aura in the rusty sword rolled out, instantly turning Tang Feng into a blood mist.

Qin Hao got this feather fan, stuffed it into the ring, and at the same time accepted Tang Feng's ring and Jin Dan.

At this time, I suddenly heard a loud yell, "Bastard, I'll kill you!" ”

The Flying Crane was deceived by Qin Hao just now, but in fact, the sound of shouting was transformed by the dragon soul.

When he passed, there was nothing.

In the formation, it was just a blind circle.

A steel wing slammed towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao held the sword in a roll, and the blade and the steel wings collided together, crackling and splashing firelight.

The Flying Crane was extremely angry, and fought with Qin Hao desperately.

The two shuttled through the formation, the flying crane stepped on the seven-star kui fighting step, and the steel wings behind him kept chopping and throwing out.

One advances and one retreats, and the Yin Yuan force around the fight fluctuates back and forth.

Qin Hao sacrificed the feather fan he had just obtained, slammed it at the Flying Crane, rolled up a wind blade, and stabbed at the Flying Crane from behind.

One of the wings of the flying crane, one step back.

Qin Hao held his sword at the same time and attacked from the front.

The Flying Crane waved its wings forward, one wing fought with him in front, and almost roared out in anger, "What kind of ability is it with my Tang Feng brother's magic weapon!" ”

Being able to kill people is the ability, so Qin Hao doesn't fight with him.

He swung the Peacock Feather Sword in one hand and stabbed him head-on with the other.

The two sides fought for a while, and the flying crane parried back and forth, slightly distracted.

The dragon soul suddenly emerged from the sky, opened its mouth and bit down on the head of the flying crane.

The flying crane had already eaten it, and he was caught off guard, but he didn't expect that there was a giant dragon hidden in this big array.

He didn't have time to react, and his head was bitten off by the dragon soul.

The billowing yin qi rushed into his body from his bloody mouth, instantly freezing and corroding his body.

There was a pop, and a corpse fell to its knees.

Qin Hao accepted the magic weapon and golden pill of the Flying Crane, and glanced at the dragon soul.

The dragon soul opened its huge mouth and sucked it in.

All the yin qi was quickly collected into his belly.

The Hell Gate has spent hundreds of years of hard work, and the Yin Spirit Banner that has been sacrificed and refined, I don't know how many places it has run and how many Yin Souls it has absorbed.

This mouthful was all swallowed by the dragon soul.

The people who set up the formation, one of them carrying a flag, suddenly appeared in reality, and they all looked at each other.

I saw a sword light flash from the air, followed by a muffled pop.

One hundred and eight disciples of the formation had just come out of the formation.

watched his companion be slashed by this sword light.

Blood splattered, staining the entire arena red for a while.

Mu Qingzhu shouted excitedly in the stands, "Keep people under the sword!" ”

Han Lao Liu also yelled anxiously, "Admit defeat quickly!" ”

They want to keep these elite disciples, even if they lose face at the gates of hell.

Who knows, before these disciples could shout, the sword qi was too fast, and it swept through their necks, directly destroying their spirits.

On the field, there were corpses lying for a while.

Qin Hao held the blood sword in his hand and stood in it.

There are no opponents below the Yuanying Realm, let alone these disciples of the Heartbeat Realm.

He smiled evilly at Mu Qingzhu and Han Lao Liu, as if he was a mortal killing god.

Mu Qingzhu was in a hurry, and spat out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

Han Lao Liu was so frightened that he took out a pill and hurriedly gave it to him, and asked people to help him leave here first.

After the referee announced the result, no one present dared to underestimate Qin Hao anymore, and they applauded him one after another.

The losers didn't dare to say anything, and they all rehearsed in their minds, if they dealt with Qin Hao by themselves, they would be a little sure.

Qin Hao and a group of people came out of the gladiatorial arena, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground.

The fat man shouted in fright, "Boss, what's wrong with you?" Is it hurt? ”

Qin Hao shook his head and smiled, and asked them to hire a car and go back together.

He used too much mental power just now, so he was physically exhausted.

Vermilion Bird Feather doesn't need spiritual power, Qiankun Ding and Peacock Feather Sword, but it is something that wastes spiritual power.

After the group helped him go back, he sacrificed a golden pill, swallowed it in one gulp, and immediately meditated, filtered the impurities in the golden pill with the Amitabha Buddhist scriptures, and refined and absorbed the spiritual power inside.

(End of chapter)