The little old man raised his hand.

The shadow that Zhao Hao gave him was too deep, so he didn't dare to hold it up at all.

Zhao Hao's aftermath swept over Yang Yan and Xue Qianxun's two daughters, and noticed that the two daughters were struggling after hearing the little old man's words~ stabbed for a moment, obviously still wanting to sacrifice their lives to save the Lord.

Seeing this, a flash of determination flashed in Zhao Hao's eyes.

"Since you know my identity, you still dare to make a move on me, who gave you the guts?" Zhao Hao's voice was weak, and even he could hear the feeling of being powerless when he spoke, but the little old man didn't dare to slack off.

If you haven't experienced that era, you can't understand Zhao Hao's strength.

Back then, he could only look up to Zhao Hao, and Zhao Hao didn't even have the interest to look at him more.

Three hundred years have passed, and he himself has become a legend, but when he saw Zhao Hao again, even though Zhao Hao had lost all his martial arts, he still had palpitations.

Three hundred years ago, on the Tianshan Mountain, Zhao Hao broke through the sky, and the shock left by this incident on the little old man was too great, so big that three hundred years later, he still couldn't forget it.

He was confident that he was already stronger than Zhao Hao showed three hundred years ago, but now he still didn't know how Zhao Hao did it.

Zhao Hao is a demon to him.

Zhao Hao felt very unbelievable when he saw Yuan Qinggu again after three hundred years, but Yuan Qinggu was not like this.

Only Yuan Qinggu himself knows how much he has paid to survive to this day, and now except for people like Zhao Hao who can break through the falsehood, even those who have seen Yuan Qinggu three hundred years ago will definitely not be able to recognize his true identity.

He's not just about a makeover.

But Zhao Hao, as in the past, does not seem to have changed in the slightest.

How could this not make Hara Aoya feel terrified?

Although Zhao Hao seems to have lost all his martial arts now, Zhao Hao once broke through the sky three hundred years ago, and Yuan Qinggu is not sure whether Zhao Hao still has that kind of strength now.

What happened to Zhao Hao was a mystery that he couldn't understand for the time being.

"No matter what. You must die. Yuan Qinggu said decisively.

The conflict between him and Zhao Hao is inevitable, whether it is three hundred years ago or now.

If Zhao Hao doesn't die, he will definitely try his best to kill him, although Yuan Qinggu is conceited, he doesn't dare to say that he can leave his life in Zhao Hao's pursuit.

He can despise anyone in this world, but he can't despise Zhao Hao.

"You make me angry. Do you know?" Zhao Hao's tone suddenly became very violent.

The sudden appearance of Yuan Qinggu made Zhao Hao's original plan have to be changed, and the loss is not small.

What made Zhao Hao most unwilling was his martial arts.

"Yuan Qinggu, you damn it, something like an ant, you dare to shout in front of me. Zhao Hao said word by word, accompanied by Zhao Hao's voice, Zhao Hao's momentum was also skyrocketing step by step.

Yuan Qingya's face changed greatly.

It was completely different from what he had originally inquired about.

If Zhao Hao's martial arts are exhausted. Yuan Qinggu did not grasp the whole body in Zhao Hao's hands.

Zhao Hao's strength back then was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Zhao Hao stood up, and as he got up, the sword qi in the room skyrocketed, and even the divine swords in the hands of Gong Jiu and Yan Thirteen trembled slightly.

"I spent five years sharpening a sword, and I was already about to finish it, but you want to disturb me at this time, Yuan Qinggu. Do you think you deserve to die?" Zhao Hao's voice completely changed at this time, and he no longer had the weakness he had before. It's not like the usual clouds and breezy winds, but more like a high god's mansion, indifferent, ruthless, and looking down on all beings.

His figure was not burly, but at this moment, the little old man felt as if Zhao Hao was standing above the Nine Heavens, and the sword qi coming from Zhao Hao's body even made him subconsciously take a step back.

However, Hara Qinggu is not an ordinary person after all. After three hundred years of training, a pig should become a sperm, not to mention the original Qinggu.

"In this way, I still interrupted your cultivation, okay. It couldn't be better. Yuan Qinggu laughed.

"If I am successful in cultivation, an ant character like you may not be able to see it, even if you and I are enemies, maybe I don't bother to kill you, but you let me stop halfway, half the effort, if I don't kill you, how can I solve the hatred in my heart?" Zhao Hao glanced at Yuan Qinggu.

Then Yuan Qinggu snorted, and the whole person took a step back.

"How is it possible? What kind of martial arts is this?" A trace of horror flashed in Yuan Qinggu's eyes.

He dared to swear to the sky, Zhao Hao didn't make a move at all, but an incomparable sword qi appeared in front of him out of thin air, if he hadn't reacted in time, this sword would have been able to make him suffer a lot of injuries.

Zhao Hao didn't speak, just glanced at Yuan Qinggu again, and Yuan Qinggu took a step back again, and the horror in his eyes became even more serious.

This time he finally saw Zhao Hao's move clearly, because of this, Yuan Qinggu almost lost his mind, and three hundred years of energy could not make Yuan Qinggu remain calm at this moment.

Because he never dreamed that someone would be able to emit sword qi with his eyes?

Is this still human?

Is this what people can achieve?

Yuan Qinggu thought that after three hundred years, he was already strong enough, even if he really matched Zhao Hao, he would not necessarily fall behind.

But at this moment, Zhao Hao's strength reoccupied his mind, and Yuan Qinggu couldn't even raise the slightest battle intent.

Zhao Hao's strength, like a god, made him completely incomprehensible.

This kind of feeling, he had it three hundred years ago, and he thought that after three hundred years, he would not have this feeling again, but unfortunately, Zhao Hao's appearance reawakened his memory.

Zhao Hao suddenly felt a little excited.

Yuan Qinggu is not worthy of being his opponent at all, cat and mouse, after all, it is just a waste of time.

When it comes to real strength, in fact, the current Yuan Qinggu is not necessarily much weaker than Zhao Hao, but his fear of Zhao Hao has been planted three hundred years ago, and now his strength can only be exerted seventy percent.

Even if Zhao Hao did not achieve perfection, he was already sure of victory.

Zhao Hao was just a pity, he originally had the opportunity to practice the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" that could beat the high martial arts world, but now he could only give up helplessly, and instead cultivated the "innate broken body invisible sword qi" that hung the middle martial arts world.

However, Zhao Hao did not regret it.

His life was saved, and his martial arts could continue to be cultivated.

Life is gone, no matter how high the martial arts are, there is no meaning in the slightest.

Decisions in times of danger are the most fundamental qualities of a person.

If you are willing to give up, you can get more.

Zhao Hao pointed at the same time, swiped lightly at Yuan Qinggu, and then coldly spit out a word: "Death!"

PS: Thank you for listening to the snow 588 rewards, thank you for listening to the wind and drinking wine as a song for the reward, and the following will enter the hanging time. (To be continued.) )