Song Hao really didn't know, but his cute expression fell in the eyes of the other party, he was deliberately pretending to be stupid, and the middle-aged monk's face couldn't help but flash a trace of fierceness, and he laughed angrily: "Little guy, I really don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to play tricks on me, since this is the case, don't blame the deity for being ruthless." ”

Before the words fell, his figure was slightly blurred, and he turned into a wisp of green smoke again, and rushed towards Song Hao.

The speed is not inferior to the magic weapon sacrificed, but this time, Song Hao has been mentally prepared, and naturally he will not let him get his wish again, let alone be in a hurry.

He didn't have time to spend time with the other party, and with a flick of his robe, he offered his treasure, which was a fist-sized orb, shining with a cold light, and then a dense wind blade swarmed out from its surface.

Those wind blades are of different sizes, but even the smallest ones have a diameter of a few feet, which is very different from ordinary Five Elements spells, and in terms of power, it is naturally extraordinary.

Splitting the head and covering the face, it shoots towards the other party, and the angle is tricky, and it goes straight to the point.

Coupled with the extremely large number, this time the other party's body method is no longer good, and he can't think of retreating.

However, the middle-aged monk didn't dodge, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, he shouted, waved his hands, and a dense fist shadow roared out, the number was not inferior to the wind blade, and he smashed it fiercely forward.

Song Hao's pupils shrank, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes, and he didn't see his superfluous movements, just a divine thought, so a change suddenly emerged.

The sound of "whew" came to the ears, and the menacing wind blades actually spread out in all directions, so those whistling fist shadows all fell into the air.

Such a change made the middle-aged monk stunned, and his face was full of surprise.

"Break it for me!"

However, at this moment, a loud roar came into the ears, and before the words fell, the dense wind blades actually gathered together again, and closed in the middle, and for a while the light was so bright that people's eyes couldn't see clearly.

Later, the halo decreased slightly, and a vivid dragon came into view, more than ten feet long, with fangs and claws full of ferocious intent, and its entire body, which was composed of wind blades, exuded a terrifying aura, and flew towards the enemy.

Because of such an accident, the middle-aged monk was in a hurry, tired of coping, although he was not injured or fell, but he also seemed to be overwhelmed, the wind Jiaozhu was a treasure given to Song Hao by Baiwei Zhenren, and the power was really good.

The middle-aged monk roared angrily, but even if he was good at refining the secret art of the body, it was an impossible task to defeat the dragon that Song Hao had changed with mana in a short period of time, after all, Song Hao's mana was much purer than that of monks of the same level, so the power of the dragon that was transformed with treasures as a medium was even more majestic.

Let's put it this way, the strength of this dragon is almost not inferior to that of ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation building, so the middle-aged man in front of him, even if he can fight, will need to spend a lot of time.

To put it simply, he is just tired of coping, and this is a God-given opportunity for Song Hao.

And with his rich experience in fighting methods, how could he miss such an opportunity? So Song Hao's sleeve robe flicked, and seven cold and shining fairy swords flew out from his sleeves.

Ice Cold Wind Sword!

This is a complete set of spiritual weapons, which are extremely rare in the world of cultivating immortals, which can save divine consciousness and mana, but the power is far from being comparable to a single spiritual weapon, and it can even be said that it is not the same.

The enemy he met this time, although he was far inferior to Jindan Ancestor, his strength was not weak, and Song Hao didn't want to delay the time slowly, so although he couldn't go all out, he didn't deliberately keep anything.

As soon as you shoot, you kill.

The seven immortal swords suddenly roared towards the other party, and the middle-aged monk suddenly stumbled, and his face was difficult to see, and the hunter became the prey.

To be honest, he didn't take Song Hao in his eyes originally, but he never thought that such a terrifying and formidable enemy would come.

I was filled with remorse.

However, at this time, regret is useless at all, and after a moment of effort, a miserable scream of "ah" came into his ears, only to see the cold light flickering, blood splashing out, and he had been cut off an arm by Song Hao.

Even for immortal cultivators, this is a terrible serious injury, yes, and after this series of battles, he also recognized the fact that this kid in front of him is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, looking ordinary, but his strength is so strong that it is shocking, and it is definitely not something he can deal with.

Thirty-six plans, go for the best plan, continue to stay here, there will never be any good ending.

This thought turned in his mind, and he immediately fled without hesitation, this is naturally a very wise choice, but the question is, how could Song Hao let him go?

As mentioned earlier, Song Hao came here through an ultra-long-distance teleportation array, although he also had a little clue, but the sources of various information were still too few, and it was not easy to meet such an immortal cultivator, wouldn't it be a waste not to inquire about the news from him?

What's more, from the other party's words just now, it is obvious that this guy is not alone, and if he returns to the mountain now, won't he let him go back to report the news?

Song Hao wouldn't do such a stupid thing, so he chased after him.

The middle-aged monk is good at alchemy, and his body is quite good, and he is very fast, but that refers to tossing and turning at close range, and escaping is not what he is good at, to put it simply, it is a serious lack of endurance.

So there was no suspense at all, even if he tried his best, he was quickly caught up by Song Hao.

Damn it!

Naturally, he didn't want to be restrained, so he turned around, raised his right hand, slammed his chest, and then opened his mouth and spat out a fireball from his mouth.

This is naturally not an ordinary fireball, but his natal true fire, which is very powerful, even an ordinary Jindan early stage monk, and he is not willing to go straight to it.

Needless to say, this is naturally his killer feature.

After using this operation, the middle-aged monk's face turned pale, and his face showed a look of great vitality, but at this moment of crisis, where could he take care of so much, he immediately pinched his hands again, turned into a shocking rainbow, and continued to fly towards the sky.

In this person's mind, with the blockage of this natal true fire, even if he can't hurt the enemy, at least he can buy him some time.

Song Hao's face sank, he didn't slow down, but pinched his hands, and with his movements, an egg-sized flame appeared in front of him.

It was verdant, but in the center of the flame, it had a little bit of gold the size of a bean.

Needless to say, this is naturally Song Hao's best and most powerful spell, Immortal Kitchen Tianhuo!