Helpless, the black-robed man still has to deal with it, since Qiao Ling'er is unwilling to make a move, then the black-robed man can only deal with it by himself, and it just so happens that he also wants to see how big the gap between his current strength and the senior martial artist is.

Senior Great Martial Artist Bai Hao also killed one, but it was a situation where he was using the Bone Spirit Ghost Fire, and in the end, his mind was hit hard.

This time, Bai Hao didn't plan to use the Bone Spirit Ghost Fire to see what the odds were.

"Drink!"

This time, it was still Bai Hao who seized the opportunity and took the lead in attacking.

Years of fighting in the barren land have made Bai Hao understand a truth, strike first, and be controlled later!

Therefore, every time he fights against someone, Bai Hao will take the lead in attacking, seizing the first opportunity with a thunderous attack.

"Little thing, suffer death!"

Seeing that Qiao Ling'er didn't mean to make a move, the black-robed man also breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he felt a little more confident in his heart.

"Shadow Technique, Seven Killing Fists!"

The powerful aura of the black-robed man exploded in an instant, and the spiritual power in his body directly came out of his body and greeted Bai Hao.

The Seven Killing Fist, the Shadow Technique, although the power is not as amazing as the Heavenly Barbarian Fist, it is definitely not bad.

In particular, the Seven Kills Fist was filled with a strong aura of slaughter, which made Bai Hao feel a little jealous.

The black-robed man threw a punch, and in addition to the ferocious fist power in the air, it was a rich murderous aura, and one after another silver-white blades separated from the fist strength, slashed through the air, and slashed towards Bai Hao.

Although Bai Hao had already taken precautions, he also felt a little flustered in the face of this sharp blade that suddenly broke away from his fist strength

When dealing with the fist strength of the black-robed man, Bai Hao also had to guard against those invincible killing blades, and he was really overwhelmed for a while.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp blade slashed through Bai Hao's body, directly cutting his clothes, leaving scratches on his body that were not deep or shallow.

However, because of the cultivation of Heavenly Barbarianism, Bai Hao's physical body was extremely strong, and these injuries did not cause him much damage.

Although there were not many injuries, as the scratches on his body increased, Bai Hao's face became extremely ugly.

The two fists collided, and Bai Hao was unknowingly slashed so many times by the murderous blade in the opponent's fist, which had to make Bai Hao feel angry and angry.

"Purple Thunder Arm, Thunder Might!"

At this moment, Bai Hao finally couldn't help but erupt, and the moment the purple thunder arm awakened, dazzling golden barbarian lines spread all over his arm.

The purple thunder arm belongs to the thunder magic weapon, and even in the barren land, it is definitely a treasure-level existence.

It's just that as early as in the previous life, the purple thunder arm had already fused with Bai Hao's soul, and the purple thunder arm had also become a part of Bai Hao's soul.

And when Bai Hao's physical body was destroyed, he was brought to this martial arts world by Xinghai Mian in a special way.

The strength of the Purple Thunder Arm has not been suppressed, perhaps because Bai Hao's current strength is too weak, and all its power has not really awakened at all.

The purple thunder arm seemed to feel Bai Hao's emotional changes, and at this moment, a roar suddenly came out from the depths of Bai Hao's heart!

Thundered!

The crack of the sky, the power of thunder, the mark of the star of the sky, the thunder of the world!

Although the Purple Thunder Arm is far from reaching the level of world destruction, once it is angry, it is definitely not something that a great martial artist can resist.

A punch was thrown, and suddenly the thunder was dense, and the power of the powerful thunder and lightning was like a loose horse, attacking the black-robed man without Bai Hao's control.

There was a "crackling" sound in mid-air, which made people feel trembling and shuddering in their ears.

"Such a powerful thunder power, he is not a thunder martial artist, why can he exert such a pure power of thunder and lightning. ”

Qiao Ling'er, who was sitting on the ancient tree, saw this scene, and her eyes immediately widened, and there was a look of disbelief in her eyes.

On the other side, Shi Mingkun and Wang Pengfei, who were fighting with the black-robed people, were also attracted by Bai Hao's powerful thunder power.

As a thunder cultivator, Shi Mingkun clearly felt the purity of that thunderous aura.

It's just that he knows that the power of thunder did not burst out from Bai Hao's body, but from his arm.

Shi Mingkun was very keenly aware of a trace of abnormality from Bai Hao's pair of purple thunder arms.

"The power of purple thunder, the sky is strong!"

Just when everyone was still in an incomparably shocked state, Bai Hao's figure flickered and he had already made a quick move.

The power of one punch, the power of the thunder on the purple thunder arm and the strength of the Tianman Fist were perfectly integrated, bringing the power of the Tianman Fist to the limit.

In the midst of the fist, a golden tiger quickly formed a tall figure and stood in front of Bai Hao, revealing an indescribable domineering aura on his body.

Fierce, violent, domineering, kingly, none of these words can describe it more appropriately!

Roar!

The golden tiger raised its head to the sky and roared, and suddenly a powerful energy rushed towards the black-robed man!

Bang! Bang!

The black-robed man's original fierce fist power was instantly shattered, and the murderous blades hidden around at the same time slowly dispersed.

The strength of the fist was broken, and the black-robed man suffered a backlash, his face became a little pale, and he "rubbed" several steps back under his feet.

"Is this all the strength of a high-level martial artist?

Bai Hao chuckled, waved his fist and greeted the black-robed man again, and the aura in his body skyrocketed to an astonishing level.

Roar!

With a loud roar, the golden tiger exuded an unusually domineering aura like the king of beasts, and rushed towards the black-robed man.

"Hmph, don't be complacent so early, the strength of a high-level martial artist is not something you can despise. ”

Looking at the oncoming golden tiger, the black-robed man snorted coldly, pointed his toes on the ground, kicked on the ground suddenly, and met him.

"Shadow Technique, Seven Killing Punches!"

I saw that the aura on the black-robed man suddenly rose, and with a punch, the sharp killing blade rippled in all directions.

Bang! Bang!

The two collided with each other again, fists facing each other, and their strength was connected, and the mighty power of thunder was against the slaying blades from all directions.

For a while, the two were inseparable and inseparable, and soon the battle entered a white-hot state, and it seemed that it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat in a short time.

As for the battle on the other side, it has completely come to an end.

Shi Mingkun and Wang Pengfei, two powerful combat powers, joined forces, even the black-robed man with a peak martial artist was definitely not an opponent.

In just a few breaths, in less than a hundred moves, the black-robed man was already scarred and seriously injured.

On the black-robed man's body, sword marks, lightning scratches, no less than 100 wounds of all sizes, and blood stains on his body, even if the great martial artist has a deep cultivation, he can't stop fainting after excessive blood loss.

Slowly, the black-robed man's attack became slower, and the pause in the middle became much larger, obviously it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and it couldn't last long.

Seeing that the black-robed man was getting weaker and weaker, Shi Mingkun didn't bother to entangle with him anymore, and directly used strong killing methods as soon as he made a move.

"The power of thunder, the wind and thunder are coming!"

With a soft shout, as Shi Mingkun's arm fell, dozens of rolling thunderbolts fell from the sky and attacked the black-robed man.

Thundered!

The thunderbolt directly broke through all of the black-robed man's defenses and passed over his head.

Being struck by so many thunderbolts, even the black-robed man of the peak martial artist could hardly bear it.

I saw that the black-robed man's body shook and fell to the ground with a thud, although his eyes were open, but there was no life, obviously dead.