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His golden realm seemed to be invalid at this moment, and the sword qi condensed by countless golden yellow colors was slightly incited, but it no longer possessed the power of the powerful realm.

Lu Hao's sword successfully broke through his golden realm, and the super powerful realm formed by the three major sword intents instantly acted on his body, and his golden dragon body was instantly cut into countless energy fragments, and the whole thing was shattered.

Huang Longzheng fell down expressionlessly, there was a drop of red blood in the center of his eyebrows, if Lu Hao stabbed forward a little more, he could directly kill him!

Call!

This moment seemed to be very long, but in fact, it was not even a hundredth of a blink of an eye, except for a few powerhouses such as the Ancient Moon Holy Son, the others had not noticed what was happening at all, and only saw the two who were originally fighting, and the Yellow Dragon Attack suddenly fell.

"Huanglong's attack was lost! How did he lose? It's so fast, I didn't see how Lu Hao came out with his sword at all!"

"I didn't see it either, it's too strong!" the disciples exclaimed.

Even the Ancient Moon Holy Son and the Night Death Holy Son showed a look of surprise.

And in the eyes of the Ancient Moon Holy Son, there was more hatred and jealousy, the hatred naturally came from the fact that he defeated the little brother he sent out, which was equivalent to slapping him in the face, and the jealousy came from the artistic conception of time that Lu Hao comprehended.

It is difficult to comprehend the artistic conception of time without a certain chance, even some demon-level geniuses rarely comprehend it, such as the Holy Son of the Ancient Moon and the Holy Son of the Night Death also did not comprehend the artistic conception of time.

"Hmph, boy, you are very remarkable, you actually comprehend the artistic conception of time, so you dare to be so crazy? You don't even care about this holy son!" "Gu Yue Holy Son has always been a person who holds grudges, and he originally planned to use today's battle to beat Lu Hao well, but now he has no intention of encircling Lu Hao at all.

Especially after seeing Lu Hao comprehend the artistic conception of time, he now only wants to completely nip Lu Hao in the bud, maybe if Lu Hao is allowed to develop, it is likely to threaten his status as the Holy Son, after all, in the entire Sword Alliance, the competition between the Holy Sons is also very fierce.

The Ancient Moon Holy Son exuded a faint murderous intent all over his body, and slowly walked towards Lu Hao, an invisible coercion towards Lu Hao.

"Guyue Holy Son! This is the sword fighting platform for pre-selected disciples, you can't ......" The record deacon had just announced Lu Hao's victory, and when he saw Gu Yue's holy son's actions, he hurriedly said.

"This Holy Son does things with your consent?" Gu Yue Holy Son turned around, coldly forgot about the record deacon, and sneered.

The record deacon immediately stopped talking, although he was a staff member of the Sword Alliance, but he was also the most ordinary member, since the Holy Son of Guyue was a Holy Son, he might become the ruler of the Sword Alliance in the future, so he didn't dare to offend more.

"Oops, that Lu Hao is miserable, I didn't expect that Gu Yue Holy Son to do it himself!"

"Gu Yue, are you too presumptuous, you have forgotten all the rules of the Sword Alliance, you actually want to do something to a pre-selected disciple here!" At this moment, the breath of the Night Death Holy Son was also released, and with a move, he stopped in front of the Ancient Moon Holy Son.

"Nightfall, do you really want to have a lot of trouble, go against me?" said Gu Yue Saint Son coldly.

"Gu Yue, you are too crazy! to borrow your words, do you still need your consent to do things in this Holy Son?"

"Okay! Nightfall! You have a kind!" said the Ancient Moon Holy Son coldly.

Suddenly, his figure swayed out like a dragon, and a palm slowly pushed flat, like thousands of blade-like air currents gathered in his palm, and the next moment was a palm slapped out.

"Evil Dragon Plate!" Gu Yue Holy Son let out a low shout, and the domineering and arrogant palm burst out.

The face of the Night Death Saint Son turned grim, his right hand condensed into a fist and closed it around his waist, and a fierce spiral struck out, and a red fire dragon suddenly erupted, burning the void.

"Blazing Fist!"

Rumble!

The two fists suddenly resisted, and at the central junction, two violent energies splattered everywhere, and exploded in the next moment, and both of them were shocked back a distance of several feet.

"Night Death, I didn't expect your Night Soul Holy Technique to be cultivated to the eighth level, no wonder you are so confident!" the corners of Gu Yue Saint Son's mouth were the same, and he said coldly.

"You're not bad, it seems that the Treasure of the Burning Moon has already cultivated to the peak of the eightfold, and it is only one step away from the ninefold!"

Gu Yue Holy Son narrowed his eyes, but he didn't mean to do it again, because he knew that it was inappropriate to do it here, if it caused a big disturbance, even if he was the Holy Son, he would be punished by the Sword Alliance, and besides, it would be difficult to tell the winner from someone of Nightfall's level.

The palm just now also seemed to release a lot of anger from the Ancient Moon Holy Son, he waved his sleeves, stood with his hands in his hands, glanced at Lu Hao coldly, and said lightly: "I hope you will break through the Venerable Realm as soon as possible." After saying this, the Holy Son of Gu Yue turned around and left.

Gu Yue Shengzi's tone was very light, but the threat in it was self-evident.

Looking at the back of the Gu Yue Holy Son's departure, Lu Hao's eyes narrowed, and he felt a trace of pressure for the first time, although the Gu Yue Holy Son and the Night Death Holy Son were just punching each other, but Lu Hao knew that the gap between himself and the two was very huge, even if he broke through the Supreme One, he was not the opponent of the two, and even if the hole cards were all out, he would be defeated by the two of them in a few moves.

So Lu Hao has a new motivation to become stronger.

"Thank you just now. "If the Holy Son of Guyue really wants to do something to Lu Hao, Lu Hao really can't help it, so he thanked the Holy Son of the Night Death.

"It's a trivial matter, this Gu Yue is very arrogant, I have long wanted to teach him a lesson. "The Holy Son of the Night Death has regained his light and breezy posture, giving people a sense of intimacy.

The defeat of the Yellow Dragon Attack is a matter of fact, but seeing that the Holy Son of Guyue is eyeing Lu Hao, many people are not very optimistic about Lu Hao's future in the future, and if they offend a Holy Son, it will be difficult to mix in the Sword Alliance in the future.

However, the Holy Son of the Night Death publicly expressed his support for Lu Hao, he undoubtedly wanted to win Lu Hao's favor and want him to join his team, and he did not force Lu Hao to join because of this matter, which made Lu Hao a little embarrassed.

But I'm embarrassed, I'm sorry, Lu Hao owes the Holy Son of Night Death once this time, it doesn't mean that he must join the other party's team, he can also repay this favor in other ways in the future, Lu Hao still has to think carefully about joining someone else's team.

After solving this matter, Lu Hao returned to his boring cultivation, always working hard to impact the Venerable Realm.