"Noise!" Meng Ran has made up his mind.

A body of Haoran righteousness boiling and rolling, competing with Wang Hao, without any concessions.

Momentum like a rainbow!

"Since the toast is not eaten and punished, then I am not welcome." Wang Hao said in a deep voice.

A swing of the bloody sword.

The majestic bloody sword qi soared into the sky, slashing at his head simply and rudely.

"Boom!"

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded.

"Yang Haoran ......is upright," Meng Ran muttered.

One step forward, not retreat, but forward.

In order to refer to the sword, he performed the Yangwu sword technique, and the sword qi bloomed with his fingertips, colliding with the scarlet sword qi in the air.

Neck and neck!

"Wang Hao, be careful with his swordsmanship...... Problematic! The third prince couldn't help but remind.

Stand aside and keep your eyes peeled.

Only Wang Hao's sword moves and Meng Ran's swordsmanship in the field were left in his eyes.

I've been crazy about swords all my life!

If you don't go crazy, you can't live......

"Actually, this swordsmanship...... Me too! Wang Hao grinned.

His eyes were like electricity, and he looked at Meng Ran, who was righteous and awe-inspiring opposite, and smiled evilly.

Under the stunned gazes of Meng Ran and the Third Prince, he jumped forward, the sword in his hand trembled, and he performed a move that was even more powerful and terrifying than just now.

However, what he raised was not Haoran righteousness, but the ultimate murderous spirit.

Murderous!

"Broken!"

A low roar.

A strange blood light suddenly bloomed from the Blood Drinking Demon Sword, containing supreme killing momentum and stabbing forward.

"Poof!" Meng Ran snorted.

The body took a few steps back, revealing a hellish expression.

Unbelievable!

Looking down at the fingers of the sword, where the fingers were together, a deep wound appeared that could be seen to the bone.

The invincible talent protector actually broke the defense.

At this moment, he was defeated!

to make a move.

Defeated under the swordsmanship of Yangwu, which he was proud of.

Tick tock!

Blood slid down his fingertips...... Shocking.

"How is that possible...... How do you know my Yangwu swordsmanship? Meng Ran couldn't accept it.

His eyes were full of shock and astonishment, and he looked at Wang Hao's eyes, very jealous.

His arms trembled, his body shook, and the killing sword qi full of destructive power penetrated through the wound, raging and destroying in his meridians.

"You are not a disciple of the Jixia Academy, why do you cultivate my swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship you perform is even more terrifying than mine?"

"Is this swordsmanship difficult?" Wang Hao said disdainfully.

"If you want to blame it, blame you for finding the wrong opponent...... In front of me, he dared to get an axe. ”

Reckless!

Be on one's high horse!

"What kind of swordsmanship does this kid still have...... His kendo talent is also too demonic. The third prince was stunned.

I was prepared in my heart, and I thought that Wang Hao was very strong, but I didn't expect Wang Hao to be so strong.

It's just wicked!

In front of Wang Hao, his kendo talent and the aura of glory over the years were all gone.

There is no advantage at all!

The scene in front of me seems familiar.

is also a trick, and the same swordsmanship turns decay into magic in Wang Hao's hands, becoming more mellow and silky...... Get close to the origin of kendo.

It's as if the sword moves were meant to be like this.

"Haaha...... The Great Summer Prison is known as the forbidden area of life, and it really lives up to its name......" Meng Ran laughed loudly.

The voice was full of pathos and desolation.

A look of determination appeared in his eyes, and he let the blood on his arms flow.

The heart is dead and dead!

Now that he is seriously injured, and his cultivation after being imprisoned for many years has not fully recovered, it is very difficult to escape from here today.

Hit hard.

The future is bleak, and there is no hope in life!

In addition, he was stimulated by taking his wife, and his heart was agitated...... There is no face to continue to live in the world.

"Hate! I hate it! I just hate that I can't kill the old thief of the Apocalypse with my own hands and take his life...... Eat its flesh and drink its blood! Meng Ran roared.

Grief and indignation!

The palm of the palm is shaking, and when he raises his hand, he is about to aim at his own heavenly spirit cover is palm.

Self-disconnected.

"Holy Son, no!" The scholar in Tsing Yi was shocked.

Curled up in the corner of the wall, the corners of his mouth were still stained with unwiped blood, and his breath was sluggish.

After seeing Meng Ran's movements clearly, his face was frightened, and he was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body.

"If you want to kill yourself in front of me, you can't help it?" Wang Hao said indifferently.

The words fell.

The blood sword struck, piercing his palm directly and nailing it to the wall, unable to move.

"Your home is a prison cell...... Your life is not yours until the execution is issued. ”

With a wave of his hand, the blood sword returned to the palm of his hand.

took out the shackles, put them on his body without saying a word, turned his head to look to the side and said, "Xiao Luo, come and take the handle and escort these two escaped fugitives back to the cell." ”

"Good...... Great. Xiao Luo woke up like a dream.

I looked at the scene in front of me in disbelief.

dragged the cold iron chains, rushed to the Tsing Yi scholar with a run, and tied it up simply and rudely.

While tying up, he scolded: "You are the most dishonest...... It's not been a day since it was locked in, and such a big moth came out. ”

The more you talk, the more angry you get.

Looking at the prisoner in front of him who was chained into a dumpling, he was still angry, and inserted three god-sealing arrays on the top of the other party's head, for fear that there would be another problem.

Just in case.

"Prison master, Xiaosheng knows that he is wrong, please don't slap your face again." The scholar in Tsing Yi begged for mercy.

"Humph! It's light to slap you in the face, and with your bad plot, you won't survive tomorrow at most. Xiao Luo snorted.

As soon as these words came out, the scholars in Tsing Yi panicked.

His expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly defended: "No...... You can't kill me, I'm an envoy of the Nanming Dynasty, and you have no right to kill me. ”

Crying heartbreakingly.

Looked at.

Wang Hao urged impatiently: "What nonsense are you talking to him, imprison him in the eighth layer of the heavenly prison, and wait for Zhou Dian Prison to be released." ”

After speaking.

Turning around, he escorted Meng Ran, whose face was like ashes, towards the ninth layer of the prison.

This man is extraordinary, he is a dangerous person, and he can't be imprisoned in other cells.

"Yes!" Xiao Luo said seriously.

dragged the prisoner like a dead dog, followed him, and walked to the depths of the prison.

The dust settled.

There was a whisper all around.

Looking at the backs of Wang Hao and Xiao Luo escorting the fugitives away, the exclamations in the hall continued.

"Wang Tixing, when did it become so powerful, and is the long sword in his hand a legendary artifact?!" A jailer was shocked.

"Oh my God! Wang Ti's punishment was even more powerful than that of the Third Highness, and he took action to suppress a strong man in the Merge Realm......"

"What kind of cultivation is he?"

Listening to the noisy discussion in his ears, the third prince was expressionless.

His eyes were uncertain, looking at the direction in which Wang Hao disappeared, and chased after him without hesitation.

Come to the ninth level of the dungeon.

Escorting Meng Ran past the cell of the sixth princess, the body that was originally a walking corpse suddenly stopped.

"Who's being held here?" Meng Ran said in a hoarse voice.

Standing motionless in front of the cell of the sixth princess, turning her head sideways, her eyes fixed on the shadow in the cell.

"The Six Princesses of Great Xia!" Wang Hao said.

With the force of his palm, he forcibly pushed him away and walked towards cell No. 108 in the depths of the prison.

"Little Prison Master, what's the matter with this person, shouldn't someone come to rob the prison?" The young master of the Netherworld lay in front of the iron gate and looked at the road.

"He is the son of Confucianism, and he just tried to escape from prison, but he didn't ......succeed," Wang Hao explained.

"Clams? He is the Confucian saint who was cuckolded by the Emperor of the Apocalypse? The Netherworld Young Lord was surprised.

Before the words fell, the voice stopped abruptly.

A cold look instantly frightened him to shut up on the spot, not daring to ridicule and ridicule again.

It wasn't until Meng Ran was escorted away by Wang Hao that he began to pout and muttered, "What's the big deal...... It's not a wreck. ”