Chapter 203: All Killed

These six were disciples of Miluo Palace, and their broken clothes couldn't hide the scars all over their bodies. After Mu Hao formed the Yuan Shen, he could use the Yuan Shen to investigate the things within ten miles of the surroundings, and naturally found that there were still six people who had not arrived.

"Mu Hao, the people have already arrived, now you can let me wait to enter the peak and valley of the Immortal Tombs!", Shan Xin stepped forward and made his debut. Hearing this, Mu Hao slowly opened his eyes, a faint chill appeared in his dark eyes, holding the bleeding sword, he took a step forward without hesitation, and muttered, "Is it finally here?"

"Well, excluding the three of you, there are already eighty-two people here, and we should have all arrived!", Shan Xin accentuated his tone when he said eighty-two.

After Mu Hao heard this, he raised his sword, and the cold sword peak pointed at Shan Xin and the others from afar. In the stunned gaze of Shan Xin and others, Mu Hao walked forward step by step. At the moment when he was less than a meter away from Shan Xin, Mu Hao's raised sword swept a piercing sword light, piercing Shan Xin's throat without warning, and blood burst out from his neck and splashed on the dead leaves.

The sudden scene made everyone's expressions stunned, and then they exclaimed: "Mu Hao, you are crazy!" The cold eyes swept over the stunned faces, and Mu Haoyun said lightly: "Fat Dun, Nizi, I am responsible for clearing the field, and you are responsible for the people who try to escape!"

This cold voice made the disciples of the major forces change color when they heard it, what did he want to do? Clear the field, leave all his more than eighty people here, and use his own strength?

"Mu Hao, you're crazy!", one after another exclamations swept out like mushrooms after a rain, with a little trembling and panic inside. On the bones, frightened eyes gathered on Mu Hao's body. Meeting these gazes, Mu Hao's face was expressionless, ignoring these exclamations.

The sword moved, the cold light flashed, and the brilliant sword light bloomed in the brilliant sunlight, setting off a series of scarlet blood flowers. Mu Hao's disregard for life made the disciples of the major forces tremble. Intellectually told them to stay away from this madman, but when they saw the peaks and valleys of the immortal tombs in front of them, they were a little unwilling.

As long as you step into the mouth of the peak and valley of the Immortal Tombs, you can leave this damn place. Perhaps under the domination of this thought, several disciples of the Miluo Palace and the Lingxiao Sect stepped forward and said hoarsely: "Everyone, Mu Hao obviously wants to put us to death today, once we sit and wait to die, what awaits me is death, it is better to join forces and kill Mu Hao!"

"Yes, there are a lot of us, if we join forces, even if we laugh at the sky, we must temporarily avoid the edge!", "They are only three people, there is nothing to fear!", these young people who spoke out had hideous faces and fierce eyes, and they pounced towards Mu Hao with their respective magic weapons.

The herd effect, this immutable theorem, applies everywhere. Driven by several young people, the disciples of the major forces who were in doubt also showed fierce light in their eyes.

"Zheng!", the dazzling sword light tore apart the gentle sunlight, and one by one the figures swept out, more than eighty ways, and the breath of different strengths and weaknesses gathered together, like a surging flood, with an incomparable momentum of moving forward, rushing towards Mu Hao.

Shen Yue's fair-skinned and slender jade hand pressed the hilt of the sword slightly, and the lotus step was light, following Mu Hao. However, Mu Hao's emaciated figure blocked Shen Yue's view, "I'll be in charge of clearing the field!" The plain tone revealed Mu Hao's incomparable confidence, Gu Jing's unwavering gaze, quietly looking at the disciples of the major forces who came to him, with a little expectation in his eyes.

The disciple who single-handedly resists the major forces is not because Mu Hao is arrogant, but because he is convinced of his own strength. In the case of the strength of the two sides, he would not hesitate to let Sun Hao and Shen Yue make a move, and among the disciples of these major forces in front of him, although there are many existences of the ninth layer of Yuanying, it seems to be huge, but it is chaotic.

The most important thing is that the disciples of these major forces in front of him are all "fortune boys" and "free sparring" in Mu Hao's eyes. In line with the principle of not wasting it, how could Mu Hao let Shen Yue and Sun Hao do it, Mu Hao walked out leisurely, and then quickly raised his sword.

The sword light was slightly cold, and a blue robe floated up. The dazzling sword light pierced through his eyebrows like a divine help, and the precision was outrageous. The sword shadow was all over the sky, and Mu Hao shot lightly, and each sword pierced the opponent's eyebrows, as if it had been practiced countless times.

At the same time, Mu Hao's figure was as erratic as light and light under the shadow of the sword, always avoiding dangerous attacks at the most appropriate moment. This scene fell into the eyes of Shen Yue and Sun Hao, even if they had witnessed it with their own eyes, the scene where Mu Hao was seriously injured with a sword and laughed at the sky.

But at this moment, the breathing of the two of them also became rare and heavy. It was really hard for them to imagine that Mu Hao alone was the disciple of the major forces. In such a situation, each of his swords landed with incomparably precise accuracy where the enemy appeared, which required terrible calculation and judgment.

"It's really crazy, if you make a slight mistake, it's not good to take a sword!", Sun Hao muttered, his eyes were a little solemn, with his eyesight, he could naturally see the stakes in it. On Shen Yue's pretty face, a smile rose slightly at the corner of his mouth, and Shen Yue's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly: "He is using these people to hone his footwork and swordsmanship, as well as his reflexes, judgment, and body control ability!"

"Only he has this courage!", Sun Hao's eyes showed admiration. Scarlet blood flowers sprinkled down, and Mu Hao, who was floating in the blood rain, was like a demon walking in the abyss of hell, raised in his hand, and the sword light that stabbed out could always pierce the enemy's eyebrows, and a fatal blow was no exception.

In just a few dozen breaths, dozens of disciples of the major forces who rushed to the front died under Mu Hao's sword, and the splashed blood stained the dead wood and grass everywhere, adding a little bloody smell to this endless barren land.

When the corpses around Mu Hao were piled up to their waists, these disciples of the major forces finally felt palpitations and raised their eyes to look around. Only then did I find that there were less than 20 of the more than 80 people left. In other words, in the short confrontation, more than sixty people have died under Mu Hao's sword.

Inky black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. Mu Hao held the sword and stood on top of the pile of corpses, the bloody sword refracted a biting chill in the sunlight. Catching up with this elegant figure, the disciples of the major forces seemed to have the fear in their hearts as if they had been infinitely magnified.

Eventually, someone could no longer bear the suffocation of fear, exclaimed, and staggered backwards. Mu Hao's toes kicked slightly, and he stabbed out with the purest and most elegant posture. The dazzling sword light, with the killing sword, set off a scarlet blood flower.

"It's over!", the voice did not fall. Mu Hao's figure had already swept among the disciples of the surviving major forces. Stepping on the blood flower, the brilliant sword light appeared in the sight of everyone in the most elegant posture. Under the bright sunshine, Mu Hao seemed to be dancing, fluttering like a frightening dragon. Even in the daytime, it still gives people a dazzling beauty, scarlet blood flowers, brought up in a row, and the blood stains on the ground are slowly thickened.

"Spike!", unmatched power, plus outrageous precision. Mu Hao raised his sword as if he forgot himself, and stabbed out with a sword that was understated. Immersed in each sword, Mu Hao's sword stopped in mid-air until there was no longer a standing figure around.

Raising his head, Mu Hao surrounded the mess all around, and the autumn wind suddenly rose, setting off the smell of blood all over the ground, adding a little coldness to this piece of world. These faces are still very unfamiliar to him, and even Mu Hao has never seen these people before, and seeing these faces full of fear and hideousness, Mu Hao does not have any pity in his heart.

These people must die, their hands are stained with the blood of too many people, Wang Lei, Xu Kong, Ye Ziyang, Qin Kongmo, Zhan Taiyu ······. These people are all the sons of some elders and powerful people of the major forces, and if these people know about it, they will kill their sons and daughters. Mu Hao has no doubt that these people will inevitably do something crazy, he will not be naïve, those guys will abide by the so-called rules of the game.

Mu Hao originally planned to leave Shen Shi's five people behind, but first, Shen Shi gave Mu Hao the feeling that he was more dangerous and powerful than Xiao Cangtian, and the four people behind him were also masters of the half-step God Transformation Stage;

The most important thing is that with Shen Shi, a master, he went out first, as long as he took care of his hands and feet, no one would believe that a monk at the peak of Jindan would kill the disciples of all forces, and would only doubt Shen Shi, who was the highest strength. Shen Shi and the others said that this was their own doing, but they were afraid that no one would believe it, after all, they went out first, and they were the five strongest people. Everyone would only think that Mu Hao was as timid as a mouse, hiding, and escaped the pursuit of Shen Shi and others. Mu Hao would never hand over his fate to anyone, not even heaven!

Condescendingly, Mu Hao's deep eyes stared at the endless forest sea in the distance, the autumn breeze blew, setting off layers of undulating green waves, which were mixed with a little withered yellow, Mu Hao's eyes seemed to sweep through the heavy forest sea, and saw the towering sword peak in the peak of the immortal tomb, as if he saw the crazy roaring giant beast in the immortal tomb, and the thin corner of his mouth lifted a smile: "Always find a scapegoat!"

Turning around, Mu Hao said to Sun Hao and Shen Yue, who were stunned, "I'll leave the matter of packing up the spoils to you!" "All dead?", Sun Hao looked at the scarlet all over the ground, but no one answered his question, and there were only three of them left in the empty immortal tomb peaks.

In just a few minutes, more than eighty people all died under Mu Hao's sword. Shen Yue's eyes as beautiful as the moon stared at the scattered corpses, and clenched his fists hard. The corners of her pretty mouth couldn't hide her excited mood at the moment, and she slapped Sun Hao, "Fat dun, don't be stunned, quickly pack up the loot!".

After speaking, Shen Yue showed a thrilling smile to Mu Hao, and was about to speak. "I am fifty percent of the loot, you and Fat Dun fifty percent!", Mu Hao chuckled, stepped up with his sword, and without giving Shen Yue a word, he walked towards the mouth of the peak and valley of the Immortal Tombs, and staggered past Shen Yue.

But Shen Yue's expression was stunned, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered in a low voice: "I want to say that all the spoils of this war are yours." Haha······ , I actually earned it for nothing!", Shen Yue's eyes flashed with a little excitement, and he rushed towards the pile of corpses happily, shouting: "Fat Dun stop, just let me do this kind of thing, you are clumsy, I don't know how many treasures you want to destroy!"

Mu Hao's body was like a fallen leaf that suddenly stopped in the wind, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was a faint pain in his heart, and fifty percent of the loot was gone.

When there were still a few meters away from the peak and valley mouth of the immortal tombs, Mu Hao stopped and stared at the mouth of the peaks and valleys of the immortal tombs, and the diffuse blood light burst out, faintly threatening. The long sword was returned to the sheath, and Mu Hao's hand was still white, without the slightest trace of blood.

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