Chapter 438: Not enough time
Chapter 438: Not enough time
"You're looking for death!"
Seeing Qin Hao fleeing, the old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect roared angrily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
He knew that time was of the essence, and once Xu Bo dealt with the Martial King, then he would not have any chance to capture the Blood River Sword.
The figure was like electricity, and the old ancestor of the Pinglan Sect rushed towards Qin Hao. As a martial emperor, his strength is monstrous, even if he is not good at speed, he is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he is behind Qin Hao.
"Xu Bo!"
Qin Hao shouted Xu Bo's name.
He knew that no matter what, he couldn't be an opponent of a Martial Emperor, even if this Martial Emperor was now consuming a huge amount, it would be an unattainable peak for him.
Without hesitation, he summoned Xu Bo to help.
"Hold on!"
Xu Bo shouted, and the voice was like thunder, reaching his ears. It's just that the figure is still high in the air, entangled with the martial king, and in a short time, it seems that he can't get out.
That Martial King, who was originally abandoned by the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect, should have been extremely hateful to the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect, but now in despair, he actually entangled Xu Bo desperately, and it was completely like he wanted to die together, but instead delayed Xu Bo, so that the old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect had the opportunity to snatch the Blood River Knife in Qin Hao's hand.
"Hand over the sword!"
The old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Qin Hao's back, and a big hand grabbed it, and before he could get closer, Qin Hao felt a chill in his body, as if he was about to be cut.
"Little fire!"
Qin Hao had no choice but to let Xiao Huo appear, stand on his shoulder, and spew out a mouthful of Earth Evil Fire, relying on the ferocity of the Earth Demon Fire, so that the old ancestor of the Pinglan Sect dodged slightly.
The fire of the earth can burn the Martial King alive, and it is also a threat to the Martial Emperor. It's just that the threat is limited, and after the old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect is prepared, I'm afraid it will be difficult to work.
Qin Hao couldn't take care of it for a while, as long as he could delay the old ancestor of the Pinglan Sect behind him for a moment, he was willing to give it a try.
It's just that the Martial Emperor is too strong, Qin Hao is just a Martial Emperor after all, even if he kills seven Martial Emperors in a row, and even uses a small fire to kill a Martial King, he still has no power to resist against the Martial Emperor.
"Come here!"
The old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect once again made a palm print, and directly shrouded Qin Hao!
In an instant, Qin Hao felt as if the sky had collapsed!
He has nowhere to run!
"You're looking for your own death!"
Qin Hao's eyes were red, he was angry, and he roared angrily.
He has never faced a desperate situation, and he has always had his own hole cards to save his life. It's just that once his life-saving hole card is leaked, then all the witnesses must be killed, otherwise, there will be endless troubles!
At this time, he may face the attack of the demon clan powerhouse at any time, so he doesn't want to waste any time, so he didn't play his hole cards, but at this time, facing a desperate situation, he has no choice!
"Huh!"
Qin Hao's figure shrouded in palm prints had nowhere to escape, but the next moment, a light flashed, and Qin Hao's figure disappeared out of thin air!
Under the palm prints that covered the sky and the sun, Qin Hao, who was already facing a dead end, disappeared without a trace!
"Boom!"
The palm prints fell, blasting the earth into an unfathomable hole.
In the smoke and dust, Qin Hao's figure never appeared!
"What about people?"
The old ancestor of the Pingyan Sect widened his eyes, his face was gloomy, and even a little distorted.
He scanned the large area directly.
He didn't believe that with the strength of Qin Hao's Martial Venerable realm, he could disappear directly from under his nose without a trace, there must be other mysteries.
Sure enough, the divine thought swept over, and the old ancestor of the Pinglan Sect quickly discovered the abnormality.
"This ...... This is?"
After discovering the anomaly, the breathing of the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect almost stopped. He stood in place, his face full of horror and shock, and his eyes stared straight at a speck of floating dust hanging in front of him!
That grain of floating dust is Qin Hao's world!
At the last moment, Qin Hao, who was facing a desperate situation, had to enter his own world to avoid the disaster!
However, in front of the Martial Emperor powerhouse, even if he turned his world into a speck of dust, he couldn't escape the Martial Emperor's strong man's divine thoughts, and with his divine thoughts swept away, everything was nowhere to hide.
"A world?!"
The old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect turned red, his breathing accelerated, and he even became a little short. He stared at the dust in front of him, and the greed in his eyes couldn't hide it!
As a Martial Emperor powerhouse, he knows very well that the help of the world can even make him comprehend all the rules of heaven and earth, which is enough to make him greatly improve his strength and become a super strong existence beyond the realm of the Martial Emperor!
"Mine!
The heart of the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect was beating violently, and there was only one thought in his heart, this side of the world, he must get it!
"Take!"
The old ancestor of the Pinglan Sect let out a low shout, and his big hand suddenly stretched out, rolling directly towards the floating dust suspended in the air, wanting to grasp it in his hand.
The dust drifts in the wind, and you try your best to dodge.
High in the sky, Xu Bo also saw all this.
The more ferocious he became, the more anxious he became.
He knew very well that the old ancestor of the Pinglan Sect must be exterminated here today, otherwise, if the news of Qin Hao's possession of a world leaked out, it would be a big trouble, and the entire Five Domains Continent would be a sensation.
Even, than the immortal aura permeating the entire barren mountain domain, it has attracted the attention of many old monsters even more!
You must kill the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect!
"Damn, there's not enough time!"
Xu Bo yelled.
He was very anxious in his heart, because he knew very well that although it was difficult to kill the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect, it was not impossible, and he shot with all his might, and there was still a lot of hope.
But the problem is time!
Not enough time!
Qin Hao awakened the bloodline of the Purple Gold Dragon Emperor, which allowed Qin Hao to overcome the previous crisis, but at the same time, the aura of the Dragon Emperor would inevitably make the demon clan aware of it, and a strong person would immediately come to check it.
In other words, if he and Qin Hao want to kill the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect, they must kill the demon clan powerhouse before they arrive!
The old ancestor of the Pinggun Sect is a martial emperor!
The Martial Emperor powerhouse, even if it is the existence at the bottom of the Martial Emperor, has mastered some rules, and his strength is heavenly, and he is an extremely terrifying existence. Such a strong person, even if he can't beat it, it is very easy to escape.
Xu Bo and Qin Hao wanted to kill the ancestor of the Pinggun Sect in a short period of time, and the difficulty was so great that it could be imagined!
"Boom!"
Xu Bo was anxious in his heart, and he shot with all his strength, and at this time, he pointed out, and it was actually a storm and clouds, and the Martial King wanted to dodge, but it was completely too late, and he was swept by the wind and directly twisted into pieces!
In this blow, Xu Bo used the power of rules!
The rules he mastered were the rules of the wind, and at this time, the power of the rules was triggered, and the wind was fierce and extremely sharp, which could grind everything, and the martial king naturally could not escape the fate of death.