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Wang Hao secretly operated the Nine Dragons Technique, and the Yuan Force consumed last night was recovering rapidly.

The more they climbed towards the heights, the more the mountains trembled, even greater than the fluctuations caused by the duel between Wang Hao and Zhao Jun before yesterday.

Wang Hao is very sure that Zhao Jun has materialized his bloodline!

Jia Houwei said in a deep voice: "Miss Rabbit, you don't want to die, otherwise who will I, Jia Houwei, seek revenge?!"

When the two of them climbed halfway up the mountain, they suddenly saw more than 30 people rushing down the mountain, one of them looked at Wang Hao and Jia Houwei, and shouted: "The son of the Zhuo family is angry, are you going up now to die?!"

"The son of the Zhuo family?"

Wang Hao and Jia Houwei have always lived in the Ice and Snow Domain, and they don't know much about the geniuses of other fields, and they have never heard of who the son of the Zhuo family is.

However, it can be seen from the frightened looks on the faces of the others that this son of the Zhuo family has an extraordinary background and is so powerful that he can force more than thirty days to get off the Falcon Terrace.

Wang Hao glanced at Jia Houwei, and saw that Jia Houwei looked resolute, and the speed of climbing the mountain was even faster.

"Fatty?"

Jia Houwei smiled, "Boss, I, Jia Houwei, am determined to go to the troubled waters, if that chick is killed by someone else, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life." ”

Wang Hao nodded, and the speed under his feet was also three points faster, Jia Houwei already had a demon in his heart, if he couldn't unlock it, the path of martial arts would definitely be affected, and he didn't want his brother to suffer from this.

Moreover, although he and Zhao Jun have known each other for a short time, they appreciate each other's heroism, and although they are not familiar with each other, they are willing to make this friend.

When a friend is in trouble, how can he sit back and watch?

"Boom!"

Just as the two of them were charging towards the top of the mountain, the Falcon Terrace suddenly trembled even more violently, and huge boulders rolled down the peak.

"Fatty, fly up!"

With Wang Hao's loud shout, the two of them rose into the air at the same time!

Wang Hao and Jia Houwei crossed the mountain peak, and finally saw the scene of the Falcon Terrace, the ground of the Falcon Terrace had become shattered, and the King of the Titans was covered with ice crystals and frost, and fell down unwillingly!

The figure of the King of Titans slowly dissipated, and Zhao Jun, whose blood soul was scattered, spat blood from his mouth, fell to the ground, and was caught by Rou Ling.

Geng Jian was already unconscious, his life and death were unknown, and Rouling's puppets were all destroyed and scattered all over the place.

And the culprit of everything is a young man with a full face of anger, the young man is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed gorgeously, he is staring at Rou Ling with contempt at this moment, and he doesn't even look at Zhao Jun.

"Stinky bitch, dare to ruin my extraordinary marriage contract, go die!"

When the words fell, Zhuo Bufan was a sword in his hand, and the sword qi slashed out by the blade, with a cold and piercing frost aura, turned into a white light and slashed towards Rou Ling.

Rou Ling wanted to resist, but the injuries on her body slowed down her actions, and she could only watch as the White Frost Sword Qi slashed towards herself and Zhao Jun.

Her eyes were full of despair, and she could only wait for death to come, but at that moment, a figure fell in front of him.

"Dust Blade!"

The Arrogant Blade instantly tore the White Frost Sword Qi to pieces, leaving only a trace of cold qi in the air.

Rou Ling's eyes widened, she really couldn't think of anyone on this falcon platform who would save her.

The person in front of her turned around, and Rou Ling realized that the one who saved her was the fat man who was tortured by herself the day before yesterday!

Jia Houwei showed a confident smile, "Little girl, you are not allowed to die before Lao Tzu's revenge!"

Wang Hao landed beside Rou Ling and threw a pill into Rou Ling's hand.

"This is a healing elixir, you feed it to Zhao Jun first. ”

Rou Ling hurriedly stuffed the pill into Zhao Jun's mouth, Zhao Jun took a deep breath and slowly woke up.

Zhao Jun saw Wang Hao and nodded gratefully, her voice was weak: "Be careful of this guy Zhuo Bufan, he is very strong, I can't even force his blood soul out......"

Wang Hao's expression was awe-inspiring, Zhao Jun's strength he had personally understood, although he defeated Zhao Jun, but he also used the hole card of Dragon God Transformation, but Zhuo Bufan didn't even summon the soul of the bloodline, so he defeated Zhao Jun who condensed the bloodline of the King of Titans!

"Whew!" "Whew!"

The sound of the long sword unsheathed came into the ears of Wang Hao and Jia Houwei, and behind Zhuo Bufan, the three of them walked out and pointed the sword at Wang Hao and Jia Houwei.

Obviously, Zhuo Bufan still has companions, and his strength is not weak!

To Wang Hao's surprise, in addition to Zhuo Bufan and them, there was also a white-clothed and white-haired man standing on the edge of the Falcon Terrace, looking at them fighting with an indifferent face.

The man's white hair was wrapped in a wisp of white cloth, and he had a white sword hanging from his waist, and he was not stained with the slightest dust.

But it was such an otherworldly man who was dressed up like this, but Wang Hao felt a terrifying bloody aura from him! This bloody aura was so strong that it even surpassed the Long Yuan Sword!

Wang Hao subconsciously compared this man with Zhuo Bufan in his heart, and the result was that he would rather fight with Zhuo Bufan than fight this mysterious man far away.

The man didn't seem interested in getting involved, just indifferently watching.

Zhuo Bufan's face was very ugly, he stared at Jia Houwei, who had broken his sword qi, and said angrily: "Boy, are you looking for death?"

Jia Houwei is not afraid of heaven and earth, but when he saw Zhuo Bufan's arrogant tone, he was sarcastic.

"Which green onion are you?!"

Jia Houwei's counterattack made Zhuo Bufan stunned for a moment, and then he laughed angrily, "Okay! Okay! Okay! Dare to say which onion I Zhuo Bufan is, you can be regarded as the number one!"

Jia Houwei said with an indifferent face: "Zhuo Bufan, where do you have a different appearance, why don't I see it, don't you have an asshole? Oh, then I have to take a good look, good, take off your pants for the uncle!"

Wang Hao smiled bitterly, he really hadn't seen anyone who could win Jia Houwei with such a quick tongue, this fat man was born with a mouthful of fangs, even if he couldn't beat you, he could scold you to death.

Sure enough, hearing Jia Houwei's scolding without dirty words, Zhuo Bufan's face turned from white to red, and finally from red to purple.

"Slaughter this fat man for me!"

With an order, the three people behind Zhuo Bufan instantly struck, and the three long swords turned into three silver lights, pointing directly at Jia Houwei's forehead, throat, and heart!

Jia Houwei's expression was gloomy, he clenched the arrogant sword with both hands, and the magic power of leaving the dust was activated.

"Buzz!"

The two short knives suddenly became blurred, which was a manifestation of the blade turning into dust and trembling at great speed!

The strength of the other party is amazing, Wang Hao did not choose to watch the battle this time, Long Yuan Sword started, and he did not hesitate to slash towards the three of them!

"Slash!"

Wang Hao stopped the two with a sword, and the third person pounced on Jia Houwei.

Jia Houwei licked his dry lips, the other party's realm has the double realm of heaven and martial arts, which is higher than himself, and if he fights head-on, he will fall into the disadvantage.

If it was before, Jia Houwei would definitely not choose to fight hard with the enemy, but now it is different, what he is facing the enemy is no longer a pair of fists, but the arrogant sword that Wang Hao painstakingly created for him!

"Come on!"

Jia Houwei and the enemy slashed each other twelve times in the blink of an eye, and then the two of them separated.

Of the twelve attacks, eleven were sword collisions, and the last was slashing at each other's bodies.

The only difference is that the enemy's sword slashed on Jia Houwei's arm, while Jia Houwei's knife was cut empty.

However, Jia Houwei's face showed a smile that had succeeded in his plan, he covered his injured right shoulder, and there was an extremely thin white silk thread on the blade of the knife in his left hand, extending in the direction of the enemy.

The dust that made the arrogant knife is the finest dust that Jia Houwei can create, and it can naturally be used to launch his killing move-finger twisting!

In other words, after Jia Houwei had the Arrogant Sword, he no longer needed to exert effort to condense the extremely fine dust required to use the killing moves!

The martial artist who fought with Jia Houwei was still mocking Jia Houwei's incompetence, but when he saw a white ten times thinner than a hair floating in front of his eyes, his face showed a look of horror.

The white silk is too delicate, looming in the air, and the sunlight shines, reflecting seven colors of light, like a mini rainbow.

He tried to tear off the silk thread, but he found that when his fingers touched the silk thread, the silk thread actually passed through his palm!

"Is it a hallucination?!"

His illusion was quickly shattered, and he only heard Jia Houwei whisper: "The art of leaving the dust, around the fingers!"

The silk thread condensed from the dust suddenly tightened, Jia Houwei gently waved the knife, and the condensed thread from the dust turned into the fastest weapon in the world, cutting off the enemy's head!

Zhuo Bufan looked stunned, he has been evaluating the strength of the two, in his opinion, Wang Hao's strength is not bad, as for Jia Houwei, he can crush him to death with one finger.

However, it was this fat man who he didn't look at, and quietly killed his own men!

What made him even more embarrassed was that until the corpses of his subordinates were lying on the ground, he didn't see clearly what kind of means Jia Houwei used to kill people without interest!

At the moment when Zhuo Bufan was distracted, Wang Hao suddenly broke out!

While dragging the two of them, Wang Hao has been observing Zhuo Bufan's every move with the rest of his eyes, although he has not yet fought with Zhuo Bufan, he can also deduce the approximate strength of the other party from Zhao Jun's defeat.

The conflict between the two sides is inevitable, and if you want to fight with Zhuo Bufan, you must first cut off the other party's wings!

Wang Hao deliberately hid his strength and fought with Zhuo Bufan's two subordinates, just to confuse Zhuo Bufan and make him disdain to do it himself, and Jia Houwei killed another subordinate, making Zhuo Bufan lose his mind for a moment, which created an opportunity for Wang Hao!

"Blood Soul!"

Wang Hao's momentum suddenly exploded, and there was a blood mist condensed on his body, like a burning red flame!

The evil qi on Long Yuan's sword surged, Wang Hao's speed suddenly increased by more than double, and the two martial artists in front of him had not yet reacted, only felt a chill in his chest, and lost all his strength.

"Slash!"

The bodies of the two slowly collapsed to the ground, without any sound, and Zhuo Bufan's three subordinates were all dead!