The cultivation of the master of the White Lotus Sect has also reached the level of the Xuanmai realm.

The true qi operated through the Xuan Vein, and the master of the White Lotus Gate rode the wind, and in an instant, the Qing Feng in his hand had already been killed, and the cold tip of the sword pointed directly at Xia Hao's throat.

There are also wind blade sword qi, attacking from all directions.

Seeing the White Lotus Gate presiding over the sword killing, Xia Hao's eyes were cold, and the five fingers of his right hand opened slightly, and he shook it violently.

A heavy layer of iron armor then appeared, from the palms of his hands, from his arms, and even from his whole body.

In the murals of the eight generals of the Qinghuang Palace, the golden armor on the body of the heroic warriors is sonorous, as if they want to step out of the wall.

Xia Hao was wearing golden armor, and in his eyes, a golden aura flowed, and his gaze was cold, as if he was looking at an ant, and he threw himself at the master of the White Lotus Sect.

The White Lotus Sect Master's heart palpitated, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

I can't help but want to stop and retreat.

But it's too late!

I saw Xia Hao's five fingers again, and the iron armor sounded loudly and poked out suddenly.

The green blade in the hand of the master of the White Lotus Sect burst with a bang, turning into countless crystal fragments, scattered and splashed in all directions.

The master of the White Lotus Gate exclaimed in exclamation between his lips, tiptoeing a little, wanting to ride the wind and retreat. However, without waiting for her to withdraw, Xia Hao stepped out, and the five fingers of his right hand had already reached out, and he suddenly grabbed the head of the master of the White Lotus Gate.

Facing the delicate and charming body of the White Lotus Gate Master, Xia Hao did not have a trace of pity and pity on his hand, and the five fingers of his right hand tightened, lifting the body of the White Lotus Gate Master, and slamming it into the Dan furnace.

Bang! The head of the White Lotus Gate was shattered, his hair was scattered, and his face was covered with blood.

"Ahhhhh......h

Her face was pressed by Xia Hao's palm and pressed against the wall of the Dan furnace. The scorching Danbi burned her face with a crackling of white mist, tragic and infiltrating.

The wailing and miserable cry of the master of the White Lotus Gate made the hearts of the people around him palpitate and chill.

I don't know how long it took to scream, but the master of the White Lotus Gate finally couldn't scream anymore, his hair was scattered, his head drooped, and his face was still bubbling with a scorching white mist, and he didn't know whether he was dead or not.

Xia Hao slowly lifted the body of the White Lotus Gate Master.

One by one, their eyes were cast together, looking at the tragic appearance of the master of the White Lotus Gate, as if he had also seen his own fate, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.

With Xia Hao's fingers loosened,

The master of the White Lotus Sect was thrown into the Dan furnace.

Soon, the body of the White Lotus Sect Master was engulfed in raging flames.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

The charming and slender body of the master of the White Lotus Gate once made many people in Qishan City covet and covet it, but now, it has been burned to ashes.

Another soul pill emerged in the Dan furnace.

Another master of the door died in this way.

The tall and sturdy body of the master of the beast gate was also nailed to the archway and hung high.

And his soul has long been detained in the Dan furnace and refined into a soul pill.

Xia Hao is like a demon god, harvesting life.

"Ebonray, what do you want to do!?"

At this moment, an angry shout suddenly sounded.

But it was Ye Shitong, who shouted angrily at the Lord of the Fierce Thunder Gate.

I saw that the master of the Fierce Thunder Gate with a group of people turned around and retreated, looking like this, he was actually preparing to leave.

The master of the Lielei Gate stopped slightly, looked at Ye Shitong, and said: "This Qinghuang Palace, we don't want the Lielei Gate, you can do whatever you want, no matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with the Lielei Gate." ”

This is because he was afraid of being killed by Xia Hao, and he wanted to get out of it and stay out of it.

"Now, do you remember to stay out of it?"

"Will it be too late?"

An indifferent voice rang out.

Xia Hao stepped out and walked towards the master of the Thunder Gate step by step, "Come if you want, leave if you want, what place are you in the Qinghuang Palace?"

The Fierce Thunder Gate Master looked at Xia Hao, his face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, don't deceive people too much!"

The corners of Xia Hao's mouth raised a slight sneer, and said: "If you think that this is 'bullying too much', then, today, I will deceive people too much, what can you do?"

Between the indifferent words, a flame suddenly ignited on Xia Hao's body, and behind him, a pair of flame wings stretched, bursts of fire rolled and filled, and the air seemed to be burning, as if he was in a furnace, and the temperature around him was also steaming in an instant.

Eight generals of the fire cloud, the power of the heroic spirit!

"What is this!?"

Seeing Xia Hao's flames, as if a fire was about to come, the surrounding crowd was terrified.

From thunder, wind control, to golden armor, and now to today's scorching flames, Xia Hao seems to have infinite possibilities, endless, and terrifying.

"Thunder, wind, golden armor, and fire......"

"Isn't this the power controlled by the Eight Generals of the Blue Emperor?"

"Could it be that he is really the heir of the Green Emperor!?"

Someone suddenly thought of the eight generals of the Qinghuang Emperor, and in the crowd, it caused a wave of suspicion and panic.

Many people, like the master of the Thunder Gate, have the idea of retreating.

The four doors and three clans, fierce and complacent, have been killed.

Crash!

Just when the crowd was stunned and panicked, the flame wings behind Xia Hao suddenly opened, his body was wrapped in a fire tide, and the whole person, like a burning sun, stepped towards the place where the people of the Thunder Gate were located.

"Stop him!"

The Thunder Gate Master roared frantically.

Whew!Whew!Whew!

A famous Thunder Gate man sacrificed his weapon, the runes were activated, and thunder and lightning bloomed, intertwined into a thunder net, and the manic breath exploded the air, facing Xia Hao, and killing fiercely.

"Break it for me!"

Xia Hao drank coldly in his mouth, and his hair fluttered, and it also burned like a flame.

One foot down!

The great net of thunder collapsed, and the broken thunder and lightning scattered in all directions.

All around, a famous Thunder Gate man was shocked and scattered in all directions, and one by one, like a broken sandbag, smashed to the ground.

"Bastard, boy, give me death!" The master of the Fierce Thunder Gate was stunned, gritted his teeth and creaked, and in the midst of the loud shouts, the gun in his hand activated the Dao runes, wrapped in bursts of whirling thunder and lightning, and killed Xia Hao fiercely.

Thunder and lightning danced like a python.

Xia Hao stepped on the ground, jumped up again, the flame wings were retracted, the rolling fire tide swirled, and the whole person, like a fire dragon, majestic and domineering, went towards the master of the Fierce Thunder Gate.

In the air, Xia Hao and the Fierce Thunder Gate Master collided violently!

A large wave of air dispersed.

Thunder and lightning mingled with flames, splashing on all sides.

A figure flew upside down like a broken paper kite, drawing a long arc in the air, and slammed to the ground. The gun in his hand rolled down, rolling all the way out, and the barrel of the gun engraved with intricate arcane runes had been burned to charcoal.

Look at the decadence and sadness.

I saw the Fierce Thunder Gate master on the ground, his eyes widened, the flesh and blood on his body were blurred, and the wind blew the broken robes, miserable and desolate.

Already......

Dead can't be dead anymore.

In front of the Qinghuang Palace, there was once again a tomb-like silence.