"Run, why don't you run, aren't you very good at running?" Wang Chuan also stopped and said with a cruel smile.

"Cliff? It turns out that there is no way, and this place is not bad as your burial place. ”

Qin Hao was facing a cliff in front of him, looking down, a cold chill came to his face, the sky was flying, under the cliff, there was a white expanse, and the fog was from bottom to top, turning in the air and spreading one after another.

If someone falls, the bones will be hard to find!

Desperate, natural desperate.

"Do you really want to kill me?" Qin Hao turned around, his eyes burned, his expression was not panicked before, but filled with a strange light.

Wang Chuan looked left and right, and said with a cruel smile, "There is no one here, I won't beat around the bush, tell me the secret of your breakthrough to the third stage of qi, and I can leave you with a whole corpse."

"My secret?" Qin Hao heard this. But he didn't see any panic, he lowered his head and muttered: "Listen, God said, my Taoist needs to be pure, Sumeru will pass through the world, but if all evil comes, he will judge all evil, destroy the sin and listen to the law!"

As soon as the words fell, there seemed to be some kind of change in him, an aura that didn't seem to exist here.

Wang Chuan frowned, and a faint cold light flashed in his hand, "The last words before he died?" ”

"This is not a last word," Qin Hao slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were as plain as a pool, "Hehe, for those who are about to die, these words sound good for you." ”

He smiled evilly, blood flowed down the corners of his eyes to his fingertips, and 'tick-tock' fell to the ground, looking shocking and a little demonic.

Slowly raise your hand, and a white dot of light appears between your palms.

The point of light expanded, and the palm of his right hand condensed into the shape of a knife, exuding bursts of cold aura, while the right hand spread into a circle, and the ring was engraved with obscure lines.

Wang Chuan's brows furrowed, and from this ring of swords, he actually smelled a trace of danger.

What is this? Is it a practice? It doesn't look like a practice, and it doesn't look like a Dharma tool.

Wang Chuan looked at it for a long time and didn't see anything, but he felt that when the ring and knife appeared, there was a chill that pierced the skin along the hairs.

I can't tell where the chill came from, but it's getting stronger.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" he shouted, his eyes becoming fierce: this son is weird, and he can solve it quickly!

"Eat me with a punch!" Wang Chuan pinched the law with his hand, his body quickly approached Qin Hao, raised his fists to each other, the fist wind whistled, and rolled up the fallen leaves and flying stones.

After Qin Hao exhaled lightly, he slowly held up the ring with his left hand, and reached out his index finger to point at the center of the ring.

The "hum" ring trembled slightly, and its internal lines began to flow, like a bucket turning and the stars moving, and the mountains and rivers flowing. Suddenly, as if stuck at a certain node, the ring trembled again, and several white lights emerged from within, shooting towards Wang Chuan.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Wang Chuan snorted coldly, his palm wiped from his chest, and the Heavenly Martial Shield reappeared.

The corners of Qin Hao's mouth rose, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and said in a weak and slightly mosquito voice: "If it can't break your turtle shell, I am really ashamed of that title." ”

As soon as the words fell, a strange scene appeared, those inconspicuous small lights, like cutting tofu, easily pierced through the yellow armor, rushed into Wang Chuan's body, and then pierced out from the back, bringing out a large canopy of blood mist.

It pierced into the trunk of the tree behind it, leaving a row of holes three inches deep.

Wang Chuankou spurted blood and fell backwards, his face full of anger, "What is that thing! How can you break my Heavenly Martial Shield!"

He didn't even feel a hint of threat when those white lights rushed in front of him, but in the next moment, these white lights rushed out of his back with a devastating momentum.

What is this weird thing?

Qin Hao stepped forward and followed closely, his left hand clenched into a fist, and the ring was flipped backwards upside down, wrapping Qin Hao's fist inside, the lines flowed, the sun and the moon alternated, and the universe turned Xuanyuan, as if he was carrying out some kind of ritual.

He glanced at Wang Chuan, and suddenly smiled, that evil smile was similar to the previous submissive him, and now he is like a domineering king, with the momentum of a mountain of corpses and blood bones that will not frown.

"Look at the moon in the fog, you don't recognize your opponent and rashly make enemies with him, and your recklessness will be repaid with your life. ”

The words fell, and before Wang Chuan could react, Qin Hao's fist was imprinted on his chest like a meteor catching the moon.

"Bang!"

Wang Chuan's chest seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer, and a large piece of his chest was concave. A mouthful of scarlet liquid spewed out of his mouth with a little internal organs, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.

"Bang, bang, bang. ”

The trees behind were broken one by one, the leaves fell and the birds chirped, the dust and beasts walked, and several towering trees were broken by the terrible impact force, and the trunks fell to the ground, and the earth flew.

On Wang Chuan's chest, the armor that Qin Hao couldn't defeat with all his might, dense cracks appeared on it, and the cracks spread and expanded, and finally burst open with a crisp "click".

"You're looking for death!"

A burst of shouts sounded from the dirt raised in the sky, Wang Chuan tore through the dust and rushed out, stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and the air around him suddenly became manic.

Circles of gray light rose from him, and the gray light converged towards his eyes, gradually dyeing his eyes into a gray one, and his body swelled, and two fangs protruding from each of his lips.

Fingernails slashed through the air, cutting black cracks one after another, and this sharp breath could even cut through the air.

The gray light was so thick that even the sunlight was blocked.

"Ground-level inferior exercises, those who see it will die! It is your honor to die in its hands, Grizzly Giant Claw, please eat it." ”

Wang Chuan looked at Qin Hao, as if he was looking at a dead man, the power of this exercise, even a monk at the peak of qi had to retreat by three points, let alone a monk who only had three stages of qi and didn't even have an exercise.

"Huh"

A faint sound of breaking the air passed through the air and reached Wang Chuan's ears......

"What sound?"

In his spare light, he saw Qin Hao's right hand, which had not moved, quietly raised at some point, and looked at his hand carefully, but the palm of his hand was empty.

Rising and falling, everything is natural and normal, but it is a little weird.

Suddenly, he felt a little cold in his eyebrows, and the coldness expanded, spreading to the back of his head, and it was this coldness that made his spirit that he had tried to concentrate collapse instantly.

Concentrated and collapsed, but it couldn't be condensed, who was the person in front of me? Why am I here? Who is Wang Fei? Who am I? Wang Chuan was a little panicked.

There was some liquid running down his forehead, through the corners of his eyes, and over his mouth, and he licked it, fishy sweet. The scarlet liquid trickled down one by one, eventually drenching his entire body like a torrential rain.

His vision began to blur, he stared at Qin Hao vigorously, his pupils were full of astonishment and doubt, the gray light on his body dissipated little by little, and with it, his vitality was gone.

"You....... Belch....... Uh......."

His Adam's apple rolled hard, trembling and stretched out his hand to point at Qin Hao to say something, but blood spurted out of his mouth, and after struggling for a while, his fingers fell weakly, and his body fell to the ground with a bang, and he was lifeless.

At this point, a monk of the seventh stage of qi fell inexplicably into Qin Hao's hands.

Qin Hao sat on the ground with his butt and exhaled heavily, if he hadn't been forced to this point, this thing would not have come out, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Everything in the world has a fixed number, but this thing, fierce, fierce!" he recalled the first time he saw this thing, the voice that rang in his ears.

After taking a few breaths, and after making sure that there was no one around, he walked towards Wang Chuan, rummaged through his clothes, and found that there were two lower-level exercises and dozens of spirit crystals inside, and they were unceremoniously in his pocket at the moment.

Indifferently stepped over him, those who kill people, people always kill them, for this kind of person who has already had a way to die, Qin Hao will not have any mercy.

Walking straight to a big tree behind Wang Chuan, there was a white knife stuck in the same height as Wang Chuan's eyebrows, about three inches long.

The knife was like a tree, and there was a little white mist wrapped around it, and it was invisible, and when you looked closely, you found that there were a few wisps of cold air emitting it.

It was this inconspicuous knife that easily broke through Wang Chuan's defenses and pierced his head.

With a stroke of his hand, the knife turned into wisps of white light and returned to his hand, reforming the shape of a ring.