Sun Hao stretched out his hand, and three heads flew over. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sun Hao shook his head slightly, and on the top of his head, a strand of hair passed through the silver helmet, flew out, stretched out in an instant, and ran through the three heads, like a sugar gourd, strung together.

The three heads, still glaring angrily and not looking at each other, were strung by Sun Hao with hair, hung behind the silver helmet, and swayed in the wind.

In the Jiang family's city, the panicked screams suddenly made a big fuss.

The slightly stronger monks, in all directions, or the sword or the body condensed into the air, fled quickly outward.

On the agarwood sword, Sun Hao shouted coldly: "Those who dare to flee will be killed......

The body shook slightly, and the power of the peerless sword bone rushed out, and the hair on Sun Hao's head suddenly turned into a Dao Dao flying sword, and with Sun Hao's vibration, it flew out.

Puff, puff, the flying swords turned by thousands of hairs instantly filled the sky above Jiang Cheng, and those monks who dared to fly up and flee, who thought they were stronger, were all killed in the air by the sword blades turned into hairs without exception.

The strands of hair swirled and cut off the heads of the slain monks, strung up one by one, and flew back upside down.

When all the hair flew back from the sky above the Jiang family's city, Sun Hao's back, on the floating hair, there were no less than a hundred excellent heads of the Jiang family's elite monks.

Drips of blood poured out from these unwilling severed heads.

Sun Hao's silver armor was also covered with blood-colored spots.

In Jiang Cheng, no one dared to fly up and escape.

The ginger water continued to rise, and the mortal had to climb to a higher building, his eyes looked at Sun Hao, revealing a frightened and inexplicable expression.

Jiang Yujian, Jiang Fuhe, what did these two Jiang family disciples do to provoke this fierce god.

Today, I'm afraid it is really a catastrophe for the Jiang family's life and death.

In the secret room, the white-haired ancestor said leisurely: "Now, Yu Jian, you can have two choices, one is to choose to stay here and watch coldly, the result is naturally to flood Jiang Cheng, and hundreds of millions of Jiang family sons and daughters will become your cause and effect......;

Jiang Fuhe said in a low voice: "Childe, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, what if Sun Hao slaughters hundreds of millions of Jiang family's children? As long as Gongzi you can endure it, my Jiang family will be able to rise again one day......"

Jiang Yuzhen looked at the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man said lightly: "Yes, although what Jiang Fuhe said is not personal, although you will completely become the descendant of the Jiang family in the future, if you can survive this difficulty and grow enough to compete with Sun Hao's height in the future, it is also a good choice. ”

Jiang Yuzhen looked at the white-haired old man a little blankly, and said, "Grandpa, that day, Dawning City was in danger, was it wrong for me to propose it like this? If I am wrong, why don't you stop me, grandpa?"

The white-haired old man looked at the sky and looked at Sun Hao in the air: "The proposal is naturally wrong, otherwise, I won't get such retribution, grandpa, I also want to stop you, but the way of heaven cannot be violated, there is a providence in the dark, even if I can stop your proposal, maybe my Jiang family will have other causes and effects, all of this is doomed, you are just a chess piece......

A miserable smile appeared on Jiang Yuzhen's face: "If it is a chess piece, you must have the consciousness of a chess piece, isn't it, grandpa?"

The white-haired old man said in a low voice: "If you can be ruthless, come with me, and watch the hundreds of millions of Jiang family sons and daughters bury you with cold eyes, you will naturally be able to escape the fate of the chess pieces." ”

Jiang Yuzhen looked at the old man's hands.

Above the old man's hands, in a huge crystal ball, there was a scene of the people in Jiang Cheng struggling and the water raging.

His eyes moistened slightly, Jiang Yuzhen lowered his head, and bowed respectfully to the old man: "Grandpa, I still choose to accept my fate, if I am a chess piece, I should have the consciousness of a chess piece......"

Jiang Fuhe was frightened: "Childe, don't ......"

The white-haired old man said coldly: "Shut up, if it weren't for you, our Jiang family wouldn't have suffered such a catastrophe, do you still want to bewitch the lord now?" Let me go......"

Sun Hao's heart was as cold as iron, coldly, watching the ginger water gradually rise, coldly, watching the ginger water flood the street shops and drowning the low bungalows, there was not the slightest pity in his eyes.

There are some mistakes that cannot be made.

There are some bottom lines that cannot be touched, no matter who you are, since you dare to do it, you must be mentally prepared to bear the consequences.

Seeing that the ginger water is still rising, it is seen that a large number of mortals are about to be submerged in the ginger water.

Within Jiang Cheng, three figures flew up.

In the middle, the white-haired old man bowed to Sun Hao and said: "Jiang family Jiang Zikong, I have seen Lei Peng Tianjian, two rebels, I have already brought it to you, please spare the hundreds of millions of innocent civilians of my Jiang family." ”

Sun Hao said coldly: "Civilians can be spared, but if there are only the two of them, it is not enough." ”

Between the words, the foot stepped lightly, the agarwood sword shook, and the broken river was suddenly retracted, and the blocked flood, with a bang, poured downward, torrenting thousands of miles, and the huge shock wave of the flowing water has flattened the mountains and rivers below.

The Jiang family's indecent industry was ruined.

In Jiangcheng, there are also many shops and houses that have been destroyed in the rapidly receding river. After the flood, Jiang Cheng was in a mess, and a large number of mortals sat on the tile surface in distraction, crying bitterly.

Above the sky, Jiang Zikong sighed slightly, and said leisurely: "A catastrophe fell from the sky, how innocent are the hundreds of millions of mortals in my Jiang family?

Sun Hao said coldly: "So what?"

Jiang Zikong said again: "Then agarwood, do you know, to be precise, among the ten castes in ancient times, my Jiang family is enough to rank in the top three, and the trend of my Jiang family is also closely related to the general trend of my human race?"

Sun Hao laughed and said fiercely: "If the human race is your Jiang family's behavior, this kind of general trend, don't do it, today, let you talk about it, I can't miss any of the grudges I should take, Jiang Yujian, Jiang Fuhe, do you come to send you to death yourself, or wait for me to dispose of your Jiang family, and then come and finish you off with my own hands?"

At this time, Jiang Zikong had already let go of his control over the two of them, and Jiang Fuhe shook his foot and flew off the sword, and without saying a word, he quickly ran away from Jiang Cheng.

But only flying more than three zhang away, Sun Hao's flying sword turned into a strand of hair was already flying, and with a pop, it pierced through his heart.

Jiang Fuhe stared blankly at the long sword inserted in his chest, and before he could completely lose his life, the flying sword swirled, shaved off his head, flew back, and hung on the back of Sun Hao's head.

Jiang Yuzhen was much more single, stood up with his sword, and in the midst of singing, he bravely rushed towards Sun Hao.

Holding the flying sword in front of him with both hands, the whole body collapsed straight, and the speed was extremely fast, Jiang Yuzhen turned into a sword with his body, and the body and sword were one, piercing the void with the momentum, and he was sharp, forgetting to die, and striking a crazy blow.

Rushed all the way to Sun Hao's body, Sun Hao still didn't react, within the silver armor, there was only a pair of eyes, staring at Jiang Yuzhen fiercely, this is the culprit, the culprit who can't be overdone by a thousand cuts.

Seeing that Sun Hao didn't react at all, Jiang Yuzhen was slightly happy in his heart, and without hesitation, he raised his sword and stabbed down.

I'm not afraid that no matter how powerful your Sun Hao and Sun Agarwood are, if you want to take over the flying sword that is integrated with my body and sword, and the skill of my life is integrated, it is enough for you to drink a pot.

With a bang, Jiang Yujian's flying sword was accurately pointed at Sun Hao's body.

However, just like an ordinary sword weapon hitting Jin Tie, with a crisp sound, Jiang Yujian's sword was completely blocked from Sun Hao's silver armor.

Sun Hao stretched out his right hand, clamped his index finger and middle finger, clamped Jiang Yujian's flying sword, and twisted it slightly.

Jiang Yujian's soul was refreshed, and he grew up with himself, and the incomparably tough flying sword had been broken.

Coldly, staring at Jiang Yujian, Sun Hao said fiercely: "With your sins, it is not an exaggeration to cut a thousand knives, you, suffer death......

The agarwood sword above his head shook slightly, and the Dao sword feathers flew out of the agarwood sword, piercing Jiang Yujian's body like a feather.

Stunned, holding a broken flying sword in his hand, standing in front of Sun Hao, Jiang Yuzhen said with difficulty: "You and I, but we are both chess ......"

Before he finished speaking, the body below his head was scattered in all directions, and he had been cut into an unknown number of pieces by the sword qi, fluttering and falling into the air.

Sun Hao waved his hair, and a long hair rushed out, rushing in from Jiang Yujian's Heavenly Spirit Cover, stringing his head and hanging it on the back of his head.

On the other side, the white-haired Jiang Zikong said leisurely: "Could it be that those blood-dripping souls behind you still can't calm the anger in your heart?"

Sun Hao looked at him coldly: "It's not enough ......" (to be continued.) )