readx;? In terms of martial arts alone, Wang Hao's mastery of the twelve styles of Fengyun was personally taught by the sword god Yan San, and the twelve styles of sword skills were gradually evolved by Yan San from the righteousness of the sword and the integration of actual combat experience. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yan San once asserted that before Wang Hao was in the Lingwu realm, a set of Fengyun Twelve Styles could beat invincible opponents in the same realm, which was not a wild word.

In the realm of Lingwu, the martial artist has changed from initially sensing the morality of heaven and earth to being able to use morality, and even achieve the initial formation of the realm, and at that time, the Twelve Styles of Fengyun will lose their advantage.

If Wang Hao was not dealing with Demon Cultivator Ling Tingfeng, but a martial artist who had steadily advanced to the Spirit Martial Realm, it would be difficult for him to take advantage of anything at this time.

But the demon cultivation is different, their cultivation method is not to absorb the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth and temper themselves, but to use all kinds of crooked and evil ways to take away others and artificialize, although the realm rises quickly, but in the same realm, they are definitely not the opponents of other martial artists.

And as one of the Seven Demon Kings, the martial arts that Li Weidan taught Ling Tingfeng are indeed powerful, but Ling Tingfeng has only mastered it for half a year, and he can only exert the power of his fur, how can he be able to defeat the Twelve Styles of Fengyun that can call Fengyun?

When Wang Hao slashed out the thirty-sixth sword, the accumulated sword momentum had already shown overwhelming power!

"Slash!"

The sword light shone, and the Mo knife in Ling Tingfeng's hand actually had a slight crack.

The thirty-seventh sword fell, and the "natural weapon" special effect of the Longyuan sword and the "critical hit" special effect of the talent system were superimposed together, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and the Mo knife broke in response!

Wang Hao, who has experienced a hundred battles, how could he miss such an opportunity, he stabbed Ling Tingfeng's eyebrows with a sword, wanting to kill him with a sword!

"Buzz!"

The body of the sword trembled violently, like an excited beast, baring its fangs at its prey.

Ling Tingfeng's eyes widened, his eyes were about to split, he tried his best to dodge, but he couldn't avoid the Dragon Yuan Sword that was getting closer and closer.

"Got it!"

Just when Wang Hao thought that victory was coming, his mind was dizzy!

Wang Hao exclaimed in his heart, "Could it be that the effective time of the 'nightmare' is about to pass?"

He hurriedly gathered his mind, but found that there was another reason for the trance just now-there was a force in the depths of his spirit, secretly hindering!

"It's my demons!"

Wang Hao gritted his teeth, he never thought that the inner demon would disturb his mind at this time.

"Wang Hao, your time of death has arrived!" the inner demon shouted in Wang Hao's spiritual world!

Seeing that Wang Hao was in a trance, Ling listened to the wind and roared wildly, stretched out a hand, and grabbed the sharp blade of the Long Yuan Sword.

"Poof!"

Ling Tingfeng's arm was immediately cut off, and blood flew everywhere, but he survived because of it.

Ling Tingfeng's blood was sprinkled on the fire altar, and the dark green fireworks burned even more vigorously, and he burst back for a hundred meters in a row, holding a broken arm in his hand, gasping for breath, glad that he had escaped death.

Wang Hao's face became very ugly, and his heart was chaotic, causing him to have a headache and even stand unsteadily.

Wang Hao rebuked angrily in his heart: "Heart Demon! If I die, you will also disappear, is this the ending you want?!"

The wild laughter of the demons in his heart continued to reverberate in Wang Hao's spiritual world.

"Hahahaha! Who will die with you! When that fool succeeds in the sacrifice, it will be the day of my birth!"

Wang Hao was shocked in his heart, the yellow finch catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, if the sacrifice is launched, the one who gets the benefit of the fisherman will be his own demon!

Wang Hao couldn't guess what the heart demon would do, but he had a strong intuition that once his heart demon obtained the power of sacrifice, it would be even more terrifying than Ling Tingfeng getting the power!

"Don't you think about it!" Wang Hao wanted to suppress the disturbance of the demons in his heart, but after all, this was a battle in the spiritual world, he wanted to prevent Ling Tingfeng's attack at this time, how to fight with all his strength?

In this silent battle, the demons occupied the heavens and the place, as if the victory was in hand.

However, just as he was about to show off his power, the jade pendant tied to the spike of the Long Yuan Sword suddenly shone with a soft light.

"Pure Heart Jade!"

Wang Hao's eyes lit up, this jade pendant was the treasure given to him by Yan San before parting.

"Master said that Qingxin Jade can suppress the evil qi of the Longyuan Sword, but I didn't expect it to be able to restrain my inner demons!"

The soft light emitted by the Qingxin Jade brought Wang Hao a cool feeling, and his frantic mind calmed down in a very short time.

"What kind of power is this, no!"

The heart demon roared in Wang Hao's spiritual world, and the power of the pure heart jade caused him to fall into a deep sleep again.

Wang Hao, who suppressed the demons in his heart, was in a state of mind like water, and his eyes were clear.

Ling Tingfeng had witnessed Wang Hao's changes with his own eyes, and although he didn't know what was happening, this time was enough to give him a breather.

He has seen the reality clearly, and now he is still not Wang Hao's opponent!

"If you can't wait for his strength to subside, you must start the sacrifice immediately, otherwise when Chen Kite returns with the rescuers, everything will be closed!"

Countless black qi surged from Ling Tingfeng's body, and he once again launched the doppelganger technique.

I saw him turn one into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen! But this is not the end, sixteen into thirty-two, thirty-two into sixty-four, sixty-four into one hundred and twenty-eight!

In just three breaths, one hundred and twenty-eight Ling Tingfeng had already emerged in front of Wang Hao's eyes!

Every doppelganger of Ling Tingfeng's body had become meager in strength, and it could not withstand the power of Wang Hao's sword.

He no longer thought about killing Wang Hao, Ling Tingfeng now had only one purpose, and that was to snatch the sacrifice from Wang Hao's hands!

Wang Hao's expression became solemn, according to the time estimate, Chen Yuan should have found a helper at this time, he only needs to insist on Ling Tingfeng's wave of attacks, and he can get the heaviest victory.

"Kill!"

One hundred and twenty-eight clones shouted at the same time and killed Wang Hao.

Ling Tingfeng did not manipulate all the clones and pounced on Wang Hao in unison, but used twelve clones as a team, one team after another, like layers of waves.

"Thousand Umbrellas!"

Wang Hao did not hesitate to recall the Thousand Machine Umbrella, and the Thousand Machine Umbrella swept by, blocking the attack of the first team of clones.

Wang Hao's feet moved slightly, and instead of moving forward, he retreated to the side of the last sacrifice.

Fengyun Twelve is good at attacking and not defending, what he wants to perform is a dripping sword technique!

"The first style of the dripping sword technique!"

The rain of swords plummeted, turning into a curtain of rain, and then turning into a curtain of rain.

The first style of the dripping sword technique is a defensive magic skill, which is not very powerful, but it can perfectly protect Wang Hao's body.

Ling Tingfeng's clone slapped his palm on the rain curtain, not only failed to shake the rain curtain, but bounced back on its own.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The sound of impact was endless, and no matter how fierce the impact Ling Tingfeng launched, it was in vain.

While performing the dripping sword technique, Wang Hao used his mind to manipulate the Qianji umbrella, rushing back and forth in the clone, Ling Tingfeng's attention was all on the rain curtain, where could he take care of the Qianji umbrella.

When he came back to his senses, out of one hundred and twenty-eight doppelgangers, twenty-six had already been killed by the Thousand Machine Umbrella!

"I don't believe I can't break this rain curtain!"

Ling Tingfeng was ruthless, he ignited his own life, and at the cost of shortening his life, he forcibly broke out!

"Break it for me!"

A doppelganger desperately crashed into the rain curtain, and this time, the doppelganger was not broken, but exploded on the rain curtain!

The rain curtain paused slightly, and Wang Hao's heart trembled fiercely.

"Damn, you blew yourself up!"

The self-detonation of the first doppelganger is just the beginning, and immediately after, all the doppelgangers impact at the same time!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of explosions was incessant, and every time Ling Tingfeng struck, the rain curtain weakened.

"I can't hold it!"

In the face of such a powerful and deadly impact, even the flawless dripping sword technique finally revealed its flaws.

A doppelganger grabbed Wang Hao and made Wang Hao's movements slow down by half a minute!

The remaining clones re-condensed into Ling Tingfeng's body, and Wang Hao could only watch as he stretched out his claws to the last sacrifice.

"Hahaha!

Ling Tingfeng's eyes shone with excitement, and the ending he was looking forward to was finally about to be realized.

"Whew!"

A golden light completely extinguished his wish.

Ling Tingfeng's body was observed by a golden arrow, and at this time, his hand was less than three centimeters away from the sacrifice.

Ling Tingfeng unwillingly got up forward, and in the next second, more than ten sounds of breaking the air sounded one after another, and more than ten golden arrows pierced Ling Tingfeng's whole body, nailing him to the ground!

Wang Hao slashed the clone that trapped him, and looked in the direction where the golden arrow was shot, only to see that at the stairs, there was a figure he was familiar with.

Zhao Mu'er was holding a floating gold bow, and the clothes on his body were windless and automatic, and his heroic spirit was extraordinary.

"Mu'er!"

Zhao Mu'er walked to Wang Hao's side, and Wang Hao asked urgently, "Why are you here?"

"The breath of you and Chen Kite disappeared in the city, Ding Liang asked for an order to come out to find you, I can't believe him, while the domain lord didn't pay attention, he slipped out, and just happened to meet Chen Kite who rushed to the domain lord's mansion in a panic, she told me about the matter here, and I rushed over first. ”

She paused for a moment and continued, "The arrow just shot has the power of the forbidden given by the master, even if it is a master of the Lingwu realm, it is difficult to break free!"

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks to you, otherwise something would really be a big deal." ”

Ling Tingfeng raised his head with difficulty, he glared at Zhao Mu'er angrily, and roared frantically: "Zhao Mu'er, it's you!

Zhao Mu'er frowned slightly and looked at Wang Hao, "I know him?"

The old woman erased all the memories of Zhao Mu'er before she entered the Sacred Domain, even Wang Hao had forgotten it, how could she remember Ling Tingfeng?

"You actually said you don't know me!" Ling Tingfeng's eyes were blood-red because of anger, "You actually said you don't know me!"

Zhao Mu'er sneered: "I have lost a lot of memories, so naturally I don't recognize you, but you give me a feeling of extreme disgust, thinking that I used to hate you very much!"

After the words fell, Zhao Mu'er glanced at the altar and said in a deep voice: "This altar is too terrifying, let's destroy it immediately!"

Wang Hao nodded, ready to take action to liberate all the sacrifices.

At this moment, at the edge of the altar, an extremely angry voice sounded.

"Wang Hao, if you dare to move the altar, I will take her life!"

Wang Hao followed the prestige, and in the distance stood a clone of Ling Tingfeng who didn't know when he had slipped through the net.

The doppelganger stood beside a stone pillar, holding the severed blade of the Mo knife against the neck of the sacrifice on the stone pillar.

This sacrifice is a woman, although it is a woman, her figure is extremely burly, it is the target of Wang Hao's rescue in the domain of Yunfeng this time, his friend.

Zhao Jun!