The sword qi ring flew and killed, Wang Hao held the sword horizontally, the sword body collided with the sword qi ring, and as the ring swirled, bursts of sparks appeared. The surrounding air currents then stirred, turned into ripples, and spread violently.

The wind is hunting, Wang Hao's hair and robes are all fluttering for it.

"See when you can get it?"

Yeluhe's twin swords rose again, and condensed two rings of sword qi, swirling, splitting the air on all sides to pieces, and killing Wang Hao.

Bang! The sword qi set off a wave of qi, and Wang Hao's body was shaken by the shock, and he withdrew two or three steps under his feet.

"Fire and Water Slash!"

"Fire and water are incompatible!"

"Fire and Water Dragon!"

Without allowing Wang Hao to have a chance to breathe, Yeluhe displayed a human-level high-level skill, slashing with two swords, alternating attacks with fiery red sword qi and icy cold sword qi, like a frenzy of sword qi, wanting to mercilessly engulf Wang Hao and strangle him into pieces.

Wang Hao's figure was about to be overwhelmed by the sword qi when he saw it.

"After all, he is one of the four sons, how can he be so famous, how can it be false? Looking at this situation, Han Feng is afraid that he will not be able to support it for long. ”

"This Han Feng, I don't know which talent he cultivated, wants to make a splash with the chivalrous situation, but it's a pity that he met someone he shouldn't have met. ”

"It's a pity ......"

In front of the 360-degree giant screen in the City Lord's Mansion Square, and the people who watched the event through the private original mirror, many people were also paying attention to the battle between Wang Hao and Yeluhe, and they were commenting one after another.

All kinds of comments and opinions, most of them are not optimistic about Wang Hao.

In the City Lord's Palace, Nie Baishan and the others were also paying attention to this battle.

"If there is no accident, the Cold Front team is only afraid that it will be dangerous, and it may even be eliminated!"

An old man sighed.

Obviously, if Wang Hao is defeated, how can Yeluhe let go of the results of his hunting with Kuai Naihu? When the time comes, Wang Hao and Kuai Naihu will return to the pre-liberation period in a battle, and the time limit for hunting in the demon forest will soon be approaching, and it is almost impossible to hunt the demon beast again and rank among the promotions.

"These two people, the fight is so fierce, city lord, do you want to send a rescue team over? In case the two of them fight too hard, can't hold their hands, and there are casualties, it is better to stop them in time. "A deacon asked Nie Baishandao.

Nie Baishan thought for a while, a faint gloomy luster flashed under his eyes, and then he shook his head and said, "No need, the contestant's own business, let's not interfere." ”

In his heart, he was afraid that Yeluhe would "miss", and the worse Wang Hao lost, the happier he became.

"Hehe, in this battle, I don't know who killed the deer. ”

Just then, a voice rang out.

Everyone looked at it, and the person who spoke turned out to be Qin Yun.

"Is Mr. Qin still optimistic about Han Feng and thinks he can turn the tables?" someone asked.

In fact, in everyone's hearts, they just felt that Qin Yun had given Wang Hao a famous order after all, and they didn't want Wang Hao to lose too ugly, so they just said this.

Qin Yun smiled, meaningful, and said, "Let's wait and see." ”

Demon Forest, on the stream.

The sword qi was like a tide, covering one wave after another, the ground soil was lifted, and the grass and trees were destroyed, which was terrifying.

Sonor!

With another violent impact, the sword qi plowed into the ground with a deep mark several meters long, half of which was burned to scorched earth and half frozen by frost. Wang Hao's feet slipped out backwards, supported the ground with one hand, stabilized his figure, his face was slightly pale, and a trace of blood was oozing from the corners of his lips.

"Boss!"

Kuai Naihu waved his hands, and the iron balls floated up, roaring towards the Yelu River, wanting to fight.

Wang Hao waved his hand.

"No, I don't. ”

Wang Hao said.

"At this time, I still want to hold on, hmph, do you really have to wait until you see the coffin before you are willing to cry? ”

Yeluhe held two swords in his hand and approached Wang Hao step by step, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of ridicule, ridicule, and disdain.

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang Hao stood up, glanced at Yeluhe lightly, and did not speak, but just rested the Spring Thunder Sword in his hand on his left arm.

Wang Hao posed a sword pose.

A gust of wind, blowing out of thin air, ruffled his hair and stirred his robe.

Yeluhe frowned slightly.

This gust of wind came a little unusually.

The first sword of the wind and thunder swordsmanship: the wind rises and the clouds surge,

first-form change,

The wind will rise.

On the water of the stream, there are bursts of ripples and ripples, and the grass and trees flutter and sway, making an uproar.

"Hmph, pretend!"

"Fire and Water Slash!"

Yeluhe's expression sank, and in the midst of heavy shouts, his body jumped up suddenly, swung his double swords, and slashed out a stream of water, fire and sword qi, and attacked Wang Hao fiercely!

Wang Hao stabbed out with a sword.

The sword is like the wind.

The surrounding trees, flowers and plants, and even the streams flowed in one direction with Wang Hao's sword.

the second change,

The wind comes, and it rises.

At this moment, the water, fire and sword qi cut out by Yelu River were like fallen leaves scattered by the wind, fluttering and flying, and then like the wind blowing grass and leaves, they broke and shattered, and dispersed with the wind.

"What!?" Jeruhe was shocked.

A wisp of blood splattered.

Yeluhe's face turned pale, he staggered back, retreated four or five steps in a row, and slammed the long sword in his hand to the ground, only to stabilize his body, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes when he looked at Wang Hao.

On his left shoulder, a sword mark had been stabbed.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this!?" Yeluhe was shocked in his heart, but with a hint of fear.

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The Spring Thunder Sword in Wang Hao's hand showed a third type change.

Clouds from the wind.

The sword qi was like a cloud tide, condensed and rolled with the wind, surging towards the Yelu River.

"Water and Fire Swimming Dragon!" Yelu He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, and the two swords slashed out together, and the water and fire sword qi intertwined and converged into a thick sword qi, like a raging dragon, and slashed towards the cloud tide sword qi.

The two sword qi slammed together, and a wave of qi erupted, like a tide, spreading out in all directions.

At the place where the two collided, a two- or three-meter crater was blown out of the ground.

A figure flew out upside down.

Yeluhe's body was like a paper kite with a broken line, drawing an arc in the air, rolling, and stabbing the short sword into the ground, only to stabilize his body on his knees.

Yeluhe only felt that his body was overturned, and a stream of hot blood rushed to his throat and almost spurted out.

"Brother Yelu, be careful!"

In the distance, two of Yeluhe's companions exclaimed.

But it's too late!

By the time Yeluhe Huo Ran raised his head, Wang Hao had already jumped up and appeared above him.

The Spring Thunder Sword slashed down.

the fourth type of change,

Gathering Storms!

Bang! Yeluhe was chopped and rolled upside down, and this time, he could no longer stabilize his body, and slammed into a tree, causing the trunk to crack and the leaves to fly. Yeluhe smashed to the ground, his cloak was scattered, his hands were holding his sword, and he wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, soaked in the red robe, and sprinkled it on the ground.

Yeluhe's face was pale and decadent, and he could no longer get up.

"I'm not done yet, are you kneeling?"

The Spring Thunder Sword in Wang Hao's hand had already reached the center of Yeluhe's eyebrows.