Supreme Elder Han Jian took out the Heavenly Blood Sword and did not use the blade, he was worried that he would be smashed into parts by Wu Hao's fist, just the shattered body fist, as long as Wu Hao bombarded a few more punches, Han Jian was worried that he would follow in Meng Chong's footsteps.

It's just that after taking out the Heavenly Blood Sword, he regretted it, because Wu Hao took out the Tiangang Sword, and the azure Tiangang Sword was like a puddle of autumn water, which was held in Wu Hao's hand.

The Heavenly Blood Sword was as red as snow, and the Supreme Elder Han Jian held this sword in his hand, and the bloody aura on his body lingered, as if he was a life-seeking devil who broke out of hell, and the expression on his face was fierce and vicious, just like the fangs of Qingmiao.

Wu Hao held the Tiangang Sword in his hand, and the blue sword light shrouded Wu Hao in it, and many onlookers even had an illusion that this young man holding the Tiangang Sword was not Wu Hao, who was less than twenty years old, but the former head of the mountain-like half a year ago.

The Tiangang Sword is a token of the Tiangang Sword Sect, and many times the controller of this sword is equivalent to the head of the Sword Sect, so when Wu Hao held the sword and confronted Han Jian, many people had already been convinced by Wu Hao.

Wu Hao's shot was the sword of heaven, and the spirituality of the void condensed on this long sword, and the sword in Wu Hao's hand turned into a blue streamer, jumping towards Han Jian's face.

Han Jian shouted, and the bloody qi was filled with it, and the Heavenly Blood Sword in his hand swung, driving patches of red light to block in front of the Tiangang Sword.

Rumble!

Encountering blue and blood red, the sky was like a ceremonial flower blooming, Wu Hao Tiangang stepped forward, took more than a dozen steps back, temporarily away from the battlefield, and left Han Jian in place, his face pale.

Han Jian looked at the Heavenly Blood Sword in his hand in a daze, and there were several peanut-sized cuts on the body of the Heavenly Blood Sword at this time. It was the mark left by the Tiangang Sword on him.

The Heavenly Blood Sword and the Tiangang Sword are both Heavenly Martial Warrior-level divine weapons, but they are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, the Heavenly Blood Sword is just a divine weapon created when Han Jian was promoted to the Heavenly Martial Artist, and the Tiangang Sword is a divine weapon inherited by the Tiangang Sword Sect for thousands of years, and the power of the two is naturally different.

"Boy, the Tiangang Sword is only powerful if it cooperates with the three swords of Tiangang, if you can use the Dream Sword, the old man will die, but unfortunately, will you use it?" Han Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had already seen the power of the Heavenly Sword just now, if Wu Hao's realm was not far from him, I was afraid it would be enough to kill him, and the only thing he was glad about now was that Wu Hao's level was not enough.

The Heavenly Blood Sword violently erupted in the void with a powerful absorbing force, and many disciples began to panic, as countless blood droplets appeared on their pores, breaking free from their bodies and beginning to condense towards the Heavenly Blood Sword in Han Jian's hand.

Including Ma Ruoyu and Niu Dazhi, all the disciples who were absorbed by the drops of blood turned pale. A feeling of dizziness rushed over me.

"Elder Taishang, you can't do this......" It was the new elder of the Tiangang Sword Sect who spoke, and when Han Jian began to absorb his blood drops, he opened his mouth to tell the fear in his heart.

"Don't worry. It's just borrowing a few drops of blood from each of you, what's the matter?Getting rid of Wu Hao's remnant, each of you is a great achievement!" Han Jian stood in the void, carrying the Heavenly Blood Sword and shouted.

Everyone has more than ten catties of blood in their bodies. If you simply take a few drops, it seems that there is really no major problem, and when you think of this, everyone's faces are calmer.

"This is the blood devouring technique of the Shura clan. You're such a ruthless person. Tang Xiaoxuan opened his mouth and uncovered Han Jian's conspiracy.

Blood swallowing is a taboo method even in the Shura clan, don't look at him just took a few drops of blood from everyone, but these few drops of blood are the essence of blood, generally speaking, as long as more than twenty drops of blood are absorbed by the blood swallowing technique, then this person is basically scrapped, and now everyone on the scene, except for Tang Xiaoxuan, everyone was absorbed by him five or six drops of blood, which is also the reason for everyone's dizziness, if it is only five or six drops of blood, can you use vertigo?

"What nonsense are you talking about, how can I be proficient in the evil art of blood devouring?" A trace of panic appeared on Han Jian's face, he waved the Heavenly Blood Sword in his hand, and a blood-colored long sword above ten zhang appeared in the void, and the blade of the sword was facing Wu Hao's head.

Wu Hao's figure fell into the illusion, and a small blue sword the size of a palm appeared beside him, and Han Jianmeng's color changed.

Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Even if you haven't seen a pig run, I've heard people say that pigs are expressed, so when I saw this palm-sized blue sword, Han Jian's head grew for a while.

Damn, this is actually the Sword of Dreams, known as the ultimate killing move of the three swords of Tiangang, an attack that is almost dreamy.

Back then, Long Tiangang was not qualified to use this sword, how did Wu Hao use it? Why could he use this move? Han Jian was puzzled, could it be that Wu Hao's understanding of the three swords of Tiangang had surpassed Long Tiangang?

He didn't have the time and energy to guess, because the fantastic sword had already been activated, Wu Hao's figure blurred, and Han Jian instantly fell into a dream.

A dreamlike blue, the length of the sword light was less than a foot, and it stabbed at Han Jian silently, and at this time, the Supreme Elder used the Heavenly Blood Sword in his hand to dance a huge blood ball, blocking in front of the Tiangang Sword.

The confrontation between the two was not as fierce as before, and the silent Tiangang Sword pierced into the blood ball of the Heavenly Blood Sword, and then quietly passed through the blood ball, and continued to stab towards Han Jian's heart.

Han Jian was shocked, he was not worried that the other party's strength was stronger than his own, the path of martial arts, no matter how strong or weak, there was always a vein to look for, what he was worried about was that he couldn't understand the opponent's attack method.

A one-foot-long round tortoise shell appeared in front of Han Jian, this is his beast soul, the tortoise shell of the turtle, known for its super defense, Han Jian relied on this tortoise shell to dodge the opponent's attacks countless times, and now he doesn't know if his tortoise shell, which has never let him down, can block the legendary dream sword.

The one-foot-long short sword pierced the tortoise shell, and the slightest ripple rippled on the tortoise shell, as if a small stone had smashed into the water, and then Han Jian saw the short sword pass through the tortoise shell and stab Han Jian's heart.

Han Jian was shocked, and he couldn't wait to pump his mouth, because he ignored a problem that he should have known a long time ago, that is, the Dream Sword could ignore defense, because it was a dual attack of physical and soul, and it would not change because of the hardness of the tortoise shell.

Han Jian rose from the ground, his feet seemed to be stepping on a monkey, two kicks, he must leave this place as much as possible, otherwise he will die!

Tang Xiaoxuan hasn't made a move yet, just one Earth Martial Artist Sevenfold Heaven Wu Hao has made him almost alive, and he no longer has the courage to face Wu Hao.

But it's a pity that if the Dream Sword can be dodged so easily, then it is not the treasure of the Tiangang Sword Sect, and the Dream Sword, as the head of the three swords of Tiangang, can be underestimated?

A touch of blue light pierced Han Jian's heart under Han Jian's incredulous, unbelievable, desperate and other negative feelings, and the fear and despair in Han Jian's eyes quickly dissipated.

He died, and the soul of a dead person should naturally not have negative emotions such as fear and despair.

The crowd was already stupid, if Wu Hao killed Meng Chong, although everyone was surprised, but they could still accept it, then Wu Hao's killing of Han Jian had fundamentally deprived the Tiangang Sword Sect of the courage to resist - even the most powerful Taishang Elder was dead, what tricks could the Tiangang Sword Sect play?

Many people have realized that it seems that the sky is about to change today, and Meng Bufan, the head of the Tiangang Sword Sect, should be the shortest-lived head in the history of the Sword Sect.

A burly figure rushed away holding the corpse on the ground, Wu Hao frowned, the person who escaped was none other than Meng Bufan, the head of the Tiangang Sword Sect, and the corpse that was held in his arms was his son Meng Chong.

"Where is it so easy to leave?" Wu Hao sneered, he returned to Tiangang Mountain today, and the person he was most eager to kill was Meng Bufan, if you let Meng Bufan run, you would be a failure this time.

Tiangang stepped forward under his feet, and Wu Hao chased after him.

Wu Hao's speed was originally faster than Meng Bufan's, not to mention that Meng Bufan was still holding a corpse, so Wu Hao and Meng Bufan's speed was getting closer and closer, as if he knew that it would be difficult to escape Wu Hao's pursuit, Meng Bufan held the corpse in his arms and walked towards the direction of the demon cave.

Wu Hao sneered, when the Demon Suppression Tower suppressed the Ten Princes of the Shura Clan, the Demon Cave was indeed a dangerous place for the world's top people, but now that the Ten Princes of the Shura have escaped and ascended to heaven, the Demon Suppression Tower was also given to Lu Yingying by Tang Xiaoxuan and brought back to the coast of the East China Sea, what else is there to be afraid of in the Demon Cave?

When Wu Hao chased to the edge of the cliff, Meng Bufan was holding his son's corpse, his face full of grief and indignation.

"Wu Hao, after all, you and I don't have much hatred, you want to be the head of this Tiangang Sword Sect, I'll give it to you, how about you wrap around my life?" Meng Bufan showed a struggling look on his face.

He knew that in a battle with Wu Hao, the odds of victory were not good, even the most powerful Supreme Elder of the Tiangang Sword Sect was dead, what tricks could he play? Even if he worked hard, at most it was just a result of losing both, and maybe he wouldn't even be able to lose both.

"There's not much hatred?" Wu Hao sneered, "You seem to be too forgetful, the voice and smile of the fallen leaf seniors are still in front of you, and the master of the Lu Jian Sect has repeatedly appeared in my dreams, you actually dare to say that there is not much hatred? Do you have to throw your son into the well to call it hatred? Hehe, I forgot, your son is dead, even if he throws it into the well, it doesn't matter!"

"So, it's impossible for you to let me go?" Meng Bufan raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Hao and asked.

"What do you say?" Wu Hao asked him rhetorically, if he wanted to let Meng Bufan go, let Lu Jian and Luoye come back to life first. (To be continued......)