No one pays attention to what the guards think anymore, and success or failure depends on this battle.

But compared to Zhang Fu and the others, Ming Hao is still much weaker.

One of the Mao brothers was seriously injured under Duan Hai's raid, and only one person remained, plus Wang Wei and Ming Hao, who were in the middle of the royal rank, could only barely deal with a pseudo-king rank, as for the three sixth-order martial artists, it was okay to fight soy sauce, and now only Ming Hao and the other three could fight.

There is no room for Ming Hao to think too much, and the war is already on the verge of breaking out.

Especially the boss of the Mao brothers, who is holding the second brother, has red eyes with anger, the second brother of the Mao family is already his only relative, and now he is seriously injured, and the boss of the Mao family is no longer as calm as before.

Wang Wei couldn't help but sigh again and again when he saw this situation, I am afraid that there will be no life today, but he does not regret it, if he is given another chance, he will do the same, rather than being frightened every day under Zhang Fu, it is better to Bo him.

"Haha, King-level Shengdan, success is also him, and defeat is also him. "Ming Hao also knows that today is afraid that he will not be able to escape.

Since there is nothing to say, let's fight, life and death are up to heaven.

Scarlet hell

Ming Hao immediately used the power of the godhead to trigger the bloody hell to attack Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu naturally didn't say anything, and he also greeted Ming Hao with white needles in both hands.

They are all old opponents, so naturally they don't have any worries, and they are in a mess.

On the contrary, it is Duan Hai, now he is very hesitant, the atmosphere he just said is Lingran, but Zhang Fu's personality is also cold, he may really be killed by Zhang Fu after today according to what Ming Hao said.

However, the boss of the Mao clan did not let him continue to be entangled, the so-called brotherhood, in the face of the injury of the second brother, he had already lost his fear of the strength of Duan Hai's pseudo-king rank, and only wanted to kill Duan Hai to avenge the second brother.

Duan Hai had no choice but to draw his sword and resist.

Wang Wei saw that he had to cooperate with the boss of the Mao clan to attack Duan Hai together, otherwise he might be killed by Duan Hai in a few rounds just by relying on the boss of the Mao clan who had just advanced to the seventh order.

Wang Wei's three sixth-order subordinates saw Wang Wei rushing forward, and they also abandoned their bows and changed their swords to kill Duan Hai together.

In the face of the attacks of these five people, Duan Hai was also in a hurry, after all, he had just broken through to the pseudo-king rank, and he was not like an arm for his own strength, especially Wang Wei, who was a seventh-order powerhouse for decades, and his attack was very dangerous for Duan Hai.

On the other hand, Ming Hao is already in danger here, although along the way, Ming Hao has relieved the suction of the godhead, but the godhead is with the increase of use, every time it will strengthen a trace of suction.

It's a pity that the current situation no longer makes it impossible for Ming Hao not to use the power of the Godhead, and only Ming Hao himself can barely compete with Zhang Fu here.

Zhang Fu's two white needles flew up and down with a unique beauty, but Ming Hao didn't have time to appreciate it now, the Qingtian Thorn had been taken out, with a dagger and a Huangquan sword, barely resisting, now if he was a little careless, Ming Hao would be pierced through his chest by this thin needle, Ming Hao also needed to take a trace of precautions every time, in case Zhang Fu followed the example of the last time he threw the thin needle, so that Ming Hao might be doomed.

But Wang Wei is not much stronger than Ming Hao, relying on him and the boss of the Mao clan to fight against Duan Hai is also dangerous, if it weren't for the boss of the Mao clan's fighting style that made Duan Hai scruples, he might have been defeated by Duan Hai by now, as for the three sixth-order martial artists, they are really fighting soy sauce, and they can barely contain Duan Hai, the difference between the sixth-order and the pseudo-king level is too great.

The battle is just the beginning, and the defeat is decided.

Ming Hao was very unwilling, all the efforts and preparations had already been perceived by Zhang Fu, and a king-level holy pill would make Ming Hao's perfect plan fall to death.

With a burst of anger, Ming Hao erupted in blood.

Not good, the attack of the royal rank.

Zhang Fu is now more and more opaque, the little fifth-order has been in a stalemate with himself for so long, and he still uses the attack of the king rank, it is incredible.

However, Zhang Fu was not idle, and in the face of the bloody hell after Ming Hao's blood explosion, the thin needle in Zhang Fu's hand also turned into a flash of light, and he greeted him.

With each collision, the roar and the overflowing power of the attack destroyed the surrounding guards who were undecided, and even Duan Hai's battle circle was affected by this power, which interrupted Duan Hai's attack and gave the boss of the Mao clan a breather.

After the boss of the Mao clan calmed down, he was also afraid for a while, when he attacked with his life just now, he was full of flaws, but for some reason, Duan Hai didn't seem to find his flaws. Or they didn't take the opportunity to kill themselves after discovering it.

The power of the Blood Hell and the Blood Explosion did not seriously injure Zhang Fu, but only exchanged for a trace of blood at the corner of Zhang Fu's mouth.

hiss

Ming Hao, who took a breath, was shocked, this was an attack of the king rank, and it didn't even make Zhang Fu suffer a serious injury, it seems that the power of the godhead really weakened with the increase of suction.

In desperation, Ming Hao took out the Nebula Trace Battle Armor, intending to use the power of the Nebula Trace and the Dragon Inner Armor to resist Zhang Fu as much as possible.

Looking at Ming Hao, who was wearing the Nebula Lost Trace Battle Armor, Zhang Fu suddenly realized that it was this Battle Armor that blocked the breath.

However, these did not stop Zhang Fu's attack, with the continuous attack of the two fine needles, Ming Hao's pace of retreat is getting faster and faster, although if he gets out now, Ming Hao has a great chance to escape from here, but Ming Hao did not do this, if Ming Hao retreats now, Wang Wei, Li Qing and the Mao brothers will definitely die without a place to be buried, even if it is not for the seven refinements of death, Ming Hao cannot watch Zhang Fugou who is like a demon living in the world, causing trouble to the people.

The Huangquan Sword accurately resisted the attack of the fine needle, but as Ming Hao's strength became weaker and weaker, the resistance of the Huangquan Sword also slowed down. Ming Hao has been in danger many times, the most serious one, if it weren't for Ming Hao's quick hands, maybe the current Ming Hao would have turned into a corpse.

Duan Hai was even more ferocious, and when he became familiar with the power of the pseudo-king rank, he began to fight back, the iron rod in the hands of the boss of the Mao clan was already bad and could not be used, Wang Wei was also suppressed by Duan Hai and had no way to fight back, but Duan Hai still did not make a heavy hand, and gave up several opportunities to severely damage the two.

The second Mao family on the side was already sober, looking at the situation in the field very anxious, but unfortunately he was too seriously injured, and he couldn't stand up after several attempts, and the guards watching from the side ran over a little boldly, supported the second Mao child, and took him far away to avoid hurting him in the aftermath of the battle.

These guards were also very impatient when they looked at the two battlefields, how much they hoped that Ming Hao and the others would kill Zhang Fu, but they were too weak, and they had no way to do anything without any foundation for fighting spirit, so they could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.