"I'll fight!" Wu Hao seized the opportunity and beat Tan Song with seven moves in a row, and when Tan Song landed, the whole person was already like a puddle of mud, and his ribs had been broken seven or eight!

"Do you have any last words?" Wu Hao stepped on Tan Song's heart, and the sharp sword pointed at the vital position of Tan Song's throat.

"Ahem...... Tan Song spit out a mouthful of blood with difficulty, and tried hard to change a 'kind' smile and said: "Wu Hao, in fact, we don't have any deep hatred, right?

"Ma Ruoyu and you don't have a deep hatred, right?" Wu Hao said with a smile, "But how did you do it......?

"Wu Hao, think about the consequences, if you kill me, Brother Song Ying won't let you go!" Seeing that it was soft, Tan Song began to threaten Wu Hao again.

"Wu Hao, let Tan Song go immediately, and then roll over and die!" Song Ying shouted, and his voice burst into the void.

"It seems that Song Ying is very dissatisfied with you. Wu Hao patted Tan Song's face with his palm, "It looks like he wants you to die too!"

"You talk nonsense. "Song Ying shouted, Wu Hao actually slandered him in front of everyone, is there any royal law, is there any heavenly reason?

Of course, when he thought about it like this, Song Ying would definitely not think of him, but Song Ying never talked about the king's law and heavenly principles.

"You told me to let Tan Song go, and then roll over and die. Isn't that right?" Wu Hao repeated Song Ying's words just now.

"Not bad. Song Ying said proudly, he is the ninth cunning of the outer disciples, the real human martial artist Sanzhongtian, he should have this pride and domineering.

Although Wu Hao's earth-shattering white tiger roar was sharp, he was confident that his huge spiritual power could be offset - there was no invincible technique in this world, and if there was too much gap in the strength realm, no matter how powerful the move was, it would be in vain!

Although Wu Hao defeated Tan Song, Song Ying still didn't take it seriously, in his opinion, Wu Hao was still the object he could bully at will.

"You want me to go over and die, why should I let Tan Song go?" Wu Hao sneered, "You're going to kill me, and you want me to let go of your minions?" are you an idiot for me, or when you're an idiot yourself!"

Song Ying's face turned pale, and she was speechless.

He is usually arrogant, when did he put a little person who is a martial artist and a heavy sky in his eyes? But now he is asked by a villain, how can he deal with himself?

"If you want to kill Tan Song, I will break you into pieces. Song Ying threatened.

"Who hasn't died since ancient times, so why bother about how to die?" Wu Hao sneered, looking indifferent.

"Remember, boy, the next time you are a dog, find a benevolent owner. Wu Hao looked at Tan Song with a smile, completely ignoring the terrified expression on his face, "You worked hard for him, but he didn't take you to heart at all, in fact, as long as he said a soft word to me and begged for mercy, maybe I would let you go!"

Tan Song looked at Song Ying with pleading eyes, Song Ying's face was wonderful, like the screen of a large color TV, and the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple appeared alternately on his face.

"This bastard!" Song Ying scolded Wu Hao in his heart, he really didn't care about Tan Song's life or death-is a dog, the critical moment is for sacrifice, otherwise what are you doing with a dog?

But what do you ask him to do in full view?

If you don't care about Tan Song's life or death, it will be a bad reputation, how will you raise a dog in the future?

Which one doesn't want to find a righteous big brother?

But let him beg Wu Hao for mercy?

How could this be possible? How could the ninth genius disciple of his dignified outer sect beg for mercy from a disciple who had just entered the Tiangang Sword Sect in front of everyone?

Dilemma, Wu Hao put Song Ying in a dilemma, why did he hate why Wu Hao didn't kill Tan Song with a sword?

Many followers gathered around Song Ying looked at each other, Tan Song's today may be his tomorrow, is he Song Ying really worth following?

"Kill!" Song Ying suddenly roared, and his body stabbed at Wu Hao like a sharp sword, his speed was extremely fast, and he came to Wu Hao almost instantly.

The sharp sword swallowed, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, Wu Hao sneered, and casually threw Tan Song out under him, what did he want to see how Song Ying reacted, and what kind of shamelessness could he be?

Song Ying has two choices, one is to let go of Tan Song who flew over, but the hasty change of moves will definitely leave a flaw, and there is a one percent or even one thousandth probability that Wu Hao will seize the opportunity and take the lead.

There is also a possibility, that is, directly swing the sword and hit directly, no matter who is in the way of the attack route, they will be cut in two, the advantage of this is that there is no need to hastily change the move, do not lose the opportunity, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, do not take human life seriously!

Song Ying only hesitated for a moment, not even a second, and quickly swung his sword and struck directly.

In front of other people's lives and his own safety, Song Ying chose the latter cleanly, and his sharp sword body directly passed through Tan Song's body, stabbing him into a heart-chilling cold!

"You ......" Tan Song tried to keep his eyes open, he really couldn't imagine that Song Jun actually killed him cleanly......

When he was dying, Wu Hao's sentence suddenly appeared in Tan Song's mind: You must choose a good owner to be a dog in your next life......

I hate it......

Many people looked at Song Ying in shock, a living person said kill if he said kill, even if he raised a dog, he should raise feelings, right?

"I will avenge you. Looking at Tan Song's resentful gaze, Song Jun was also a little stupid, so he had to take revenge and talk about it.

As for who is the murderer who killed Tan Song, Song Jun has always thought that the murderer should be Wu Hao!

If he hadn't thrown Tan Song over and given himself a dilemma, how could he swing his sword? Although Tan Song was a dog in his opinion, he didn't have a penchant for killing dogs!

"Revenge, then you should draw your sword and cut yourself!" Wu Hao sneered, "I can't see it, the sword is clean and neat, and I really deserve to be the ninth disciple of the outer sect!"

"You're going to die!" Song Jun looked at Wu Hao resentfully, the killing intent on his body raged unabashedly, and countless dust on the ground rose one after another because he couldn't withstand the agitation of the killing intent, like a sandstorm hanging on the platform of life and death.

"That depends on whether you have that strength!" Wu Hao squinted his eyes, the white tiger beast soul merged, the long sword in his hand waved, and the white rainbow pierced Song Ying's face through the sun.

Song Ying waved his hand, and actually grabbed Wu Hao's long sword directly, and the sound of gold and iron came out between the long sword and his hands.

The strength of the human warrior triple heaven is definitely far superior to the human warrior one heavy heaven, but it should not be grasped by the sharp long sword, right, Wu Hao frowned, Song Ying can be so powerful?

"Song Ying is worthy of being the ninth of the outer disciples, and he can actually snatch the white blade empty-handed...... someone said.

"Wu Hao is finished, the gap between the two is too big, and it is not an order of magnitude ......at all" There are disciples who are pointing at the country, and now they are very good.

"Little guy, let's see if you can surprise my old man one more time......" In the distance, an old man with a broom squinted at Wu Hao, and farther away, Tang Xiaoxuan's Danfeng eyes stared at the battlefield tightly.

Song Ying sneered, only by killing Wu Hao with the most violent means can his damaged reputation be compensated.

"Let go!" Song Ying shouted, and the huge spiritual power passed through the long sword and hit Wu Hao's heart.

Wu Hao retreated quickly, Tiangang stepped forward, and it took nine steps in a row to stop his pace, and the long sword had already let go.

"Kill!" Wu Hao shouted, and a terrifying roar of a tiger rang out like thunder, and the sound waves sprang out from Wu Hao's mouth, like an angry dragon hitting Song Ying's heart.

The sound wave lasted for three breaths, and when the dust settled, Song Ying was still standing in place, although her face was slightly pale, her chest was also undulating, the hair on her head was scattered, and the whole person was unbearable, but there was no serious injury.

"Do you really think that you can be invincible in the world with a sonic attack?" Song Ying walked towards Wu Hao step by step, and the pressure that accompanied the footwork was doubled and enveloped Wu Hao's body.

"No matter how good the exercises are, they must have enough spiritual power to support them, and if the level and realm are not enough, no matter how good the exercises are, they will be in vain. Song Ying looked at Wu Hao mockingly, "Hand over the sonic attack technique, and I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

"You kneel down and beg me, and I will tell you the exercises of the White Tiger Roar. Wu Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

"Yes, but you'll change your mind in a moment. Song Ying sneered, and flew up with a kick that went directly to Wu Hao's chest.

Tiangang stepped forward, and Wu Hao retreated quickly, but Song Ying's speed was not slower than Wu Hao's at all, and even surpassed!

Wu Hao dodged his blow with difficulty, the wound was pulled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

Wu Hao is now desperately in need of a sword, and he still has the second move of the Aurora Nine Swords, chasing the wind, if there is a chance, maybe there is a certain probability that the salted fish will turn over.

But his sword had been knocked off.

"Out of the sword!" A familiar voice sounded in Wu Hao's ears, and everyone didn't understand what was going on, Wu Hao's hand had an extra sword, a standard green steel sword of an outer disciple.

Wu Hao's body shook, the whole person was like a dream, he exerted Tiangangbu to the limit, and there were even many phantoms in front of everyone's eyes.

"Chasing the wind!" Wu Hao groaned, the green steel sword in his hand was like a light wind blowing over the mountain, and stabbed at Song Ying's throat lightly, the movement was very light, and it seemed to be very slow.

Song Ying's face changed drastically, and when he reacted, the sharp long sword had even stabbed him in the throat.

Without thinking about it, Song Ying directly grabbed Wu Hao's long sword, and it was a similar scene just now.

"Damn, why did he dare to grab a sharp sword?" Ma Ruoyu scolded, and Xiao Ling'er was even more anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

Wu Hao and Song Ying were very close, and at this time, Wu Hao found out that Song Ying, a bastard, was actually wearing a pair of white gloves!