Chen Hao's face is pale, he is low-key, but he is not afraid of things, if someone is sent to death, he will reap it.

There must be a price for blood in this matter!

He twisted his body and looked behind him, where he was now a stout man, wrapped in a bear skin and with a pair of bull's eyes, staring at him.

There is a fierce aura on this person's body, like a beast, full of violence, and his cultivation is also very good, and he is at the peak of foundation building.

"Boy, look at what, Lao Tzu gouged out your eyeballs. ”

Xiong Boyuan's eyes were wide open, fierce and vicious, a huge mouth opened and closed, and his voice was rough and murderous.

He was halfway up the mountain, his cultivation was not the highest, he didn't dare to climb the mountain, and he really wanted to get the pure yang fruit, so his heart was very upset, very manic, and he urgently needed to vent.

Chen Hao's cultivation realm is only in the late stage of foundation building, and he thinks that it is a soft bone that can be kneaded and leaked, so he blatantly made a move, and he wanted to use blood to wash away the chaos in his heart.

Xiong Boyuan made a move.

He stepped on the ground, made a loud bang, appeared in front of Chen Hao, raised his palm, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, as fast as lightning, and thrust it into Chen Hao's eyes.

This man is ruthless, and he really wants to gouge out his eyeballs.

"You're looking for death, unforgivable!" Chen Hao said softly, moving with killing intent.

However, his words attracted Xiong Boyuan's ridicule, even the cultivators around him were very contemptuous, a late stage of foundation building, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, and daring to threaten the peak of foundation building, did not know whether he was alive or dead.

Bang!

Three inches in front of Chen Hao, a heavy muffled sound sounded, which was very clear halfway up the mountain shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

When everyone heard this, they looked over.

I saw Xiong Boyuan's two fingers inserted in a scabbard, the scabbard was quaint and purple, and it was caught in Chen Hao's palm.

This scene was still for a second.

"Whew...... It hurts Lao Tzu!"

Xiong Boyuan was also stunned when he saw this result, he didn't expect this blow to be blocked.

But, just for a moment, he jumped to his feet and screamed loudly, and from the tips of his index and middle fingers, he felt a sharp pain, ten fingers connected to his heart, and the pain doubled.

He was furious, an ant in his eye, it actually made him feel pain, this is a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo, unforgivable.

In an instant, he raised his right leg and pulled it out violently, and a bright light appeared on his right leg, and the spiritual power was condensed, like jade, with powerful energy fluctuations, shocking.

He wanted a whip kick to directly kick Chen Hao and let his blood spill all over the sky.

Bang!

Click!

In just an instant, in front of Chen Hao, there was another dull sound, accompanied by a clear cracking sound.

I saw that Xiong Boyuan's right leg stopped a few feet in front of Chen Hao, unable to move forward at all, as if it had been put in a plaster cast and completely fixed.

At his knees, there was a scabbard, purple all over, full of antiquity, blocking the path of the whipleg.

This scene made all the cultivators halfway up the mountain blind, how could they lose in a row when the peak of foundation building was cleaned up in the late stage of foundation building.

"Whew..."

Xiong Boyuan screamed miserably, and tears came out. He felt his right leg snap and no longer feel in his foot.

Sure enough, in the next moment, he saw that his right leg was pulled down directly from the knee, at an angle of 90 degrees to his thigh.

He bared his teeth in pain.

At the same time, his heart was surging with anger, and his heart that wanted to kill Chen Hao was completely burning, and he was a little impatient.

In an instant, he endured the pain, made a brazen move, and completely swung out the cultivation of the peak of the foundation building, condensed it into a fist mark, and smashed it out.

He didn't believe in his heart that a late stage of foundation building could escape the extermination of the peak of foundation building.

"Xiong Boyuan is desperate, this kid will die. ”

"The gap between the peak of foundation building and the later stage of foundation building is a chasm that cannot be crossed. ”

"This punch is enough to blast this kid and turn him into meat scrap. ”

......

Halfway up this mountain, there are countless cultivators.

When they saw this scene, they made a guess in their hearts according to their cultivation common sense.

At the same time, Xiong Boyuan was also sneering, thinking that Chen Hao would definitely die under his fist print. Because, the realm shown by Chen Hao is only Xiao Luo Luo in the later stage of foundation building, and compared with him, it is too far behind.

The fist is bright, dazzling eyes, halfway up the mountain, like a kilowatt incandescent lamp, extremely brilliant.

Chen Hao's eyes narrowed, looking at the attacking fist, there was murderous intent in his chest.

He grasped the scabbard with his left hand and slammed it across his chest, and his right hand was outstretched to grasp the quaint hilt of the sword.

This sword is the Heavenly Thunder Sword.

This scabbard was temporarily refined with some refining materials.

He hid his cultivation and pretended to be an ordinary swordsman.

But at this moment, he wants to kill and no longer hide, because now, he has been revealed in front of people, and he has lost the meaning of hiding.

Brush!

Chen Hao grabbed the hilt of the sword and jerked it violently, and a black and purple sword light was dazzling, like a high-energy laser, slashing towards the fist.

Bang!

The black purple sword light collided with the fist, and there was a muffled sound directly, and there were terrifying energy fluctuations, spreading to all sides, shaking the mountains and forests, and setting off a storm.

Then I saw that under the sword light, the fist shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth, and the sword light was still the same, extremely sharp, slashing towards Xiong Boyuan's head.

"What, how is it possible!" Xiong Boyuan was taken aback, unable to believe what he saw.

Chen Hao is only in the late stage of foundation building, why can he smash his fist?

The answer, however, is death.

The sword light of the Heavenly Thunder Sword in Chen Hao's hand was like a mark of death, harvesting life and slashing at Xiong Boyuan's neck.

Burst!

A bright flower of blood, splashing up, blooming in the air, not beautiful, but chilling.

Xiong Boyuan's hairy head fell from his neck and rolled on the ground, and where he passed, there was a bloodstain, proving that a life was severed.

Halfway up the mountain, the cultivators were all shocked when they saw this scene, their eyes widened and their mouths open, but they couldn't make a sound.

Things were too abnormal, Xiong Boyuan was killed with a sword, and the person in the late stage of foundation building was light and light. ’

'Just a sword, smashing the fist, cutting off the head, it's too simple, too easy!'

'The world is already so crazy?Can you easily kill the pinnacle of foundation building in the later stage of foundation building?'

......

They roared wildly in their hearts, looked at Chen Hao's gaze, completely changed, and already thought that this was a hidden powerhouse, who didn't know the depth, it was too terrifying.

Chen Hao put the Heavenly Thunder Sword into the scabbard as if he had dealt with a fly, and looked around, and now all the cultivators looked nervously.

Even, the Jindan powerhouse also showed jealousy.

They couldn't see the depth of Chen Hao, and they didn't know what Chen Hao's final strength was, the more terrible they felt, and they thought that Chen Hao was a strong competitor.

For a while, there was silence halfway up the mountain, no one made a sound, and the atmosphere was even more depressing, making people almost crazy.

Three meters around Chen Hao, there was not a single cultivator who existed, and they were all afraid.

(End of chapter)

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