Suddenly, a sarcastic voice sounded in the dojo, it was not who Ling Hao was.

"That's... You're going to kill yourself. ”

The sound fell, and the nine sword rays suddenly blew without a trace like a dark cloud encountering a gale, and Ling Hao's figure reappeared, still as light and cloudy as before.

Instead of being hurt a bit, it looks more laid-back.

"Boy, the power of my nine sword rays is comparable to that of a bomb, and I don't believe that your body can withstand a bomb. ”

When Kimura Kiten saw this scene, he already secretly felt uneasy in his heart, and his nine soles suddenly paced up the dojo, and cracks immediately appeared everywhere around the dojo as if there had been an earthquake.

Spread out like a spider's web.

At this time, Kimura Oniten was already completely furious, and the only remaining bit of divine soul power of the Eight Miscellaneous Snake was condensed by him into a dark green stick.

The stick is several hundred meters thick, just like the iron of the Dinghai god in Chinese legends.

If this stick hits the ground, it will definitely be able to smash a 100-meter gap.

"With the last trace of divine soul, are you at the end of your rope?"

Ling Hao was still indifferent, and even put his hands behind his back, watching as a stick like an ancient mountain smashed down from the void.

"Be careful. ”

Wu Daozu's eyes shrank, and his figure had already exploded into the distance, the previous attack of Kimura Ghost Ten had always been aimed at Ling Hao, but the coverage of this stick was too wide.

If he doesn't run, he will be smashed into a patty.

Boom!

When the words fell, the stick had already fallen, and Ling Hao still didn't dodge, but he had a finger deep.

Just that finger stood proudly like Optimus Prime, and the stick landed on Ling Hao's finger and immediately stopped, and it could no longer be smashed down for half a minute.

A stick that was enough to smash the heavens and the earth seemed to be a drop in the bucket under Ling Hao's finger, as if it had no power.

"It's... How is this possible, this is absolutely impossible. ”

Kimura Oniju's eyes completely changed at this time, and there was dark green poisonous gas spitting out of his big mouth, he couldn't believe that this was an attack that had consumed all the ancestral blood to brew.

If it weren't for Ling Hao's resistance, even a ten-mile radius of the dojo would have been destroyed.

As long as he could kill Ling Hao, he didn't care about the lives or deaths of people far away in the dojo.

But he miscalculated again, because Ling Hao resisted again.

Although Ling Hao didn't use his physical body to resist this time, he only stretched out a finger.

What can one finger do, ordinary people can't even hold up a drill, even if a martial artist wants to train the power on one finger to be able to lift something weighing a hundred catties, it will take dozens of years.

And Ling Hao's top is a powerful divine soul blow, if this power is converted, I am afraid that it will weigh hundreds of thousands of catties.

Moreover, Ling Hao not only resisted, but there was not even a single spider silk on the bluestone ground under his feet, which showed that Ling Hao had put all the power of smashing down on the tips of his fingers.

"It's... Is this guy still human? He's a ghost, he must be a devil. ”

"The strongest blow of the Oni God was actually resisted by him with one finger, run, run. ”

"Run!"

In an instant, the remaining Dongying martial artists all made up their minds, and immediately turned into phantoms and fled into the distance.

Since Ling Hao appeared, he basically didn't make a move except for opening his mouth and killing some people.

Even if Kimura Oniten used various spells, the martial arts did not cause any damage to Ling Hao.

In the end, the blow that had exhausted the ancestral blood condensation was actually defused by Ling Hao's finger.

With this kind of strength, not to mention that they are in the realm of the early stage of the Void God, even if they are at the fourth or fifth level of the Void God, they will still not be the opponent of this mysterious Oriental boy.

"Do you want to leave? Ling Mou said that today he will make your Dongying Martial Arts Realm disappear completely. ”

Seeing those fleeing figures, Ling Hao smiled indifferently, and with a flick of his cuffs towards them, more than a dozen brilliant sword rays pierced the void.

In a burst of terrible screams, they were cut down, and smashed on the ground of the dojo like wild geese with broken wings, as if they were dead and could not die again.

The cuffs were fanned at random, and the seven Dongying Void God powers were all killed.

This kind of strength, even Kimura Oniten, a guy who is called Toei Ghost God, will definitely not be able to do it.

If he kills them one by one, he can do it, but with just a flick of his cuffs, he can't kill even one of them.

"This, impossible, impossible, even if it is in the top ten of the Huaxia Void God List, no... Even if the old guy who was number one on the Void God List came over, he would never dare to use a finger to resist the blow of my ancestral blood. ”

"You, do you have a high-grade magic weapon on your body, a magic weapon that has been inherited for thousands of years, it must be like this. ”

Without the ancestral blood, now Kimura Oni Ten is nothing more than a façade, and there is only empty mana left in his body.

Over the years, the inheritance bloodline of the Kimura family has become thinner and thinner, and by his generation, the only trace of ancestral blood left has been completely consumed.

Without ancestral blood, the existence of his Kimura family is meaningless.

Because, they have lost the protection of the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes.

"Is it impossible?"

Ling Hao sneered: "In front of Ling, all your spells and martial arts are just axes from the class. ”

This Ling Hao didn't say anything big, the inheritance on the earth has been completely broken, and all that can be left is some superficial things, especially Dongying's original inheritance has not been long ago.

If it was a five-thousand-year-old China, Ling Hao would still have some scruples.

For example, Ling Hao had heard that Huaxia Zeng had a five-clawed golden dragon, which could tear the sky apart with one claw, if that kind of divine soul could make Ling Hao disappear in an instant.

"Okay, I, Kimura, have completely lost this battle, and you can take that girl with you. ”

Kimura Ghost Ten knew that he was already exhausted in donkey skills, if he continued to persevere, it would just be self-inflicted, and without Ling Hao's exit, he had already found a step for himself.

But he didn't know the purpose of Ling Hao's coming.

Ling Hao wanted to kill him upside down, destroy the entire Dongying Martial Arts Realm, and trample on the dignity of the Dongying Martial Arts Realm.

"Kimura Oniten, my sister, I'll save it myself. ”

Hearing Kimura Ghost Ten's words, Ling Hao smiled, but that smile made Kimura Ghost Ten, who was dozens of stories tall, tingle, because Ling Hao's smile was too cold.

It's as cold as ice from the ancient starry sky.

Even the entire sky can freeze into ice.

After sneering, Ling Hao's eyes froze and said, "Since you have used all your moves today, now... No matter how it is, it's Ling's turn. ”

When the words fell, Ling Hao stretched out a finger.

It's just a finger, but that finger is like heaven and earth in Kimura Oniten's eyes, like an Optimus Prime, an Optimus Prime that supports heaven and earth.

In an instant, he can be ...

No, it's the destruction of the whole earth.

(End of chapter)