Chu Hao will never leave a disaster.

The other party's murderous intent is monstrous, and he still has no good thoughts.

In the future, it will be the next three abuses that endanger others.

This kind of person is not worthy of being a disciple of the Tianyang Sect, nor is he worthy of being a human being!

Reminds me of a painful memory.

The ruthlessness of the Jiang family once again alerted Chu Hao.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Rumble!

The golden figure standing quietly suddenly elongated.

It was a halo of light that was spreading rapidly.

Then, the incomparable golden shadow of the fist flew out.

The face of the disciple of the Tianyang Sect changed greatly, and he hurriedly raised his sword to resist.

Their brains react quickly.

The first thought of escaping was to escape.

After all, there are many obstacles nearby, and you can survive by hiding anywhere.

Unfortunately, the physical body cannot keep up with the transmission of nerves.

The disciples of the Tianyang Sect seemed to have become an ice sculpture, standing in place without moving.

Raise your sword.

It became the last action in their lives.

As soon as the roar fell, Chu Hao had already killed in front of him, and attacked with both fists.

The speed of the fist was so fast, and the power was particularly violent, gushing out like a mountain torrent rushing through an embankment.

That touch of true qi has been brought to the peak with the blessing of the Holy Body.

Even Wu Ping had to weigh himself.

Forcibly touching the Eucharist will never take the slightest advantage.

Bang!

Sonor!

The two long swords slashed out a blue half-moon arc.

Unbiased and crooked, Chu Hao's fist hit head-on.

At the touch of a movement, dazzling sparks burst out.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, a powerful impact force blasted the two Tianyang Sect disciples upside down.

From Wu Ping's point of view, Chu Hao's physical body was inevitably too powerful.

When the fist was raised, there was an irresistible wave of air.

Anyone who sees it can't help but shudder.

Don't look at the dark night power, filled with azure crystal sword light.

In fact, these scenes did not affect the situation of the war at all.

There is no trace of victory.

"Who is he?" Wu Ping couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Call!

Chu Hao's feet stepped on the mysterious steps, as subtle as the shadow of the wind.

For a moment, his eyebrows furrowed, and his whole body was full of war.

As a wisp of golden fist fingers revealed, it then slammed into the two disciples of the Tianyang Sect.

Bang!

The disciples of the Tianyang Sect finally landed.

The brain slammed into a big tree.

Stunned, he left a mark on the back of his head at the root of the ancient tree.

And there are strange rocks on the ground, and the abdominal organs are heavy again.

The two young men coughed up blood, and their swords flew wildly.

The state fell to a low point in an instant, and the cold aura of death lingered.

"Ahh The disciples of the Tianyang Sect were in great pain and let out wails again and again.

Stains of red blood stained the muddy soil.

The smell is terrible.

The bloody scenes in the dark night also looked shocking.

"It's weird...... Their realm is not much different from mine, but why is there such a big difference? ”

Chu Hao was puzzled and glanced at his golden palm.

These men were all first-class monks.

But for fighting, it's like they've just stepped into the chakra realm.

The swordsmanship is full of bells and whistles, and it has no substantive effect, let alone can be used to kill the enemy.

The three Tianyang Sect disciples lay on their stomachs in pools of blood, curled up and trembled.

The pain made every nerve cramp.

Every cell is splitting.

"What magic weapon did you use?!" Wu Ping's heart sank suddenly.

The blazing brilliance spread out like grains of sand, shining on Wu Ping's earthy gray cheeks, making it even more ugly and vigilant.

Chu Hao stood still, surprisingly calm.

I saw that his body was full of treasure, his arms were crystal clear, and the surface seemed to be inlaid with surging gold.

You can feel the ancient atmosphere that makes the soul throb from afar.

Wu Ping squinted.

I can't see through the ragged and terrible boy in front of me.

"I really want to ask a question, with these few tricks, how dare you come to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain?" Chu Hao was curious.

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of Wu Ping.

The wet ground cracked with every step, and the footprints sank deep into it.

Its posture is majestic in all directions, and it vaguely reveals a spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Perhaps the golden light flame was too sacred, making people think that Chu Hao was the god of war.

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Wu Ping said calmly.

Although the surface was calm, it could be seen from the dark and bright eyes that there was a touch of panic in it.

"I'm pretty sure, because you've touched my bottom line, go die!" Chu Hao yelled.

The deafening roar was like the revival of a wild beast, and the leaves on the side shook wildly and flew down.

Then, there was a bang in the air.

The blazing golden flames boiled.

It was Chu Hao's fist, and it rose sharply with a scorching temperature.

It's as if you're going to kill through three thousand worlds.

This punch is invincible!

"Then let you see what is the power over you!" Wu Ping howled, and immediately drew his sword.

In an instant, two vigorous figures were killed together.

Both sides punched and swords.

The strength is unreserved, and all of them are big killer moves!

They engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

The sword light and fist shadow whistled by the wind.

The ice-blue cold glow and the golden blood qi fought against each other.

Boom!

While!

Sonorous!

Bite!

A dozen rounds of engagements.

The two sides are fighting each other, and no one loses to anyone!

Chu Hao's fist was like an indestructible boulder.

Wu Ping's offensive role is only one, and that is to sharpen his sword......

"If that's all you can do, then take your life!" Wu Ping said with a smile.

When the words fell, the swordsmanship surged like a stormy wave.

Wave after wave of fluorescent-white sword light flew out.

It seems to contain the power of thunder, and the air seems to be cut apart.

A storm swept through the storm.

The sword shadows in the sky are extremely powerful.

In a crackling sound.

The roots of the dragon-like tree are split in two.

Endless debris and leaves were swept into the sky by the sword wind.

Suddenly, there were all kinds of "miscellaneous rain" in the sky.

There are turquoise green leaves, as well as white ginger ale, mixed with mostly gray-black muddy water.

So far, most of the space has been obscured,

This environment gives people a sense of extreme insecurity.

The shroud of darkness, the obscuration of sight.

You can't tell the motives of the other person's actions.

There's a good chance there's a devastating stab hidden behind a falling leaf!

Chu Hao's brows furrowed slightly, and he naturally noticed the abnormality, and hurriedly turned over and retreated.

I saw him hold the ground with one hand, and after slicing a graceful and ornate line in mid-air, he flashed into the place of visibility.

"Want to hide? That's all you can do! Wu Ping smiled coldly.

The panic in his eyes was swept away, and no less than fifty rounds of fighting.

In his own opinion, he has already won, and he has won Chu Hao too much!

"It's just a kid of the One Chakra Realm and Two Heavens, I don't know how thick the sky is, but I'm about to break through the bottleneck and become a person in the True Spirit Realm!" Wu Ping looked at Chu Hao proudly.

During this period, he still did not forget to swing the hilt of the sword, cutting out dazzling and brilliant arcs of light.

The arc light exudes a cold killing intent, and the one that splits is called a madness.

As if he was angry at the jungle......

That's right.

The chaotic sword light has been buzzing, but the strange thing is that it has never been able to cut Chu Hao.