"Hahahaha!" was a little stunned, and then an arrogant laugh suddenly rose on Han Huo's fierce face.

"What a fucking bad luck!What a dog thing, and it still settles the uneven!" After laughing wildly, the corner of his eye glanced at Yang Hao, who was holding a stainless steel long sword, but after taking off the mortal fourfold, he said disdainfully.

"Since you want to be nosy, grandpa, I'll send you to the underworld to take care of it!" Holding the ring-headed big knife in his hand, he exerted his force violently, and many knife rings hit the blade, and a strange and strange sound wave suddenly sounded, like a hideous and terrifying demon phantom with a little soul-dementoring feeling.

That Yang Hao didn't move, as if he was stunned.

Grinning with a cold chill, he stomped on the soles of his feet and raised his broadsword, but in the bright sun, the extremely sharp blade was covered with cold temperature.

"Heart!Yang Hao!" Fang Xueliu frowned, and snorted coquettishly, because she just let this trick shake her mind.

The ring-headed big knife swung down at great speed in the air, like a white ray, with a huge force like chopping through the air, if this knife hit, then Yang Hao would definitely die.

Just when the knife was about to be cut off, it was too late and that was fast, Yang Hao raised a trace of electric arc in the black and shiny pupils of his face, and a lightning flower exploded at the empty ankle with the tip of his left foot as the center of the circle, and his body suddenly passed to the side with the sudden increase in speed, because the speed was too fast, and even left a phantom in place.

The blade slashed through the illusion and slashed directly into the ground, cracking the earth with a bang and cracking a crack seven or eight feet long.

"Huh?" Han Huo couldn't believe it, this was a very rare illusion martial art, and with this unexpected move, Han Huo had effortlessly killed a martial artist at the same stage as himself.

However, Han Huo didn't know that Yang Hao was a rune master with a powerful divine sense, and this kind of thing that could slightly affect people's five senses had no effect on the rune master at all.

"Where the hell are you looking?" Yang Hao stood on Han Huo's back and said softly, then clenched the hilt of the sword, and stabbed the long sword forward fiercely towards the heart.

After Han Huo, who had experienced a hundred battles, sensed the slight coldness coming from behind, his hair stood on end, like falling into an ice cave, and after years of iron and blood, Han Huo's nervous reaction had calmed down and was terrifying.

Squatting down on both knees, leaning forward, the long sword with a cold star came out of the body, the tip of the sword was glowing with a little beads of blood, and then a flying blood line rushed out of the wound.

"Poof!" spit out a mouthful of blood, jumped forward, pulled out the long sword straight, covered the wound with his palm, and stared at Yang Hao with his eyes, his eyes were like the cold wind of the cold winter moon, cold to the bone.

"This?" The people present saw the scene of Rutz, temporarily stopped the offensive of fighting, the boss with his mouth open, and his head went blank.

Shouldn't it be Yang Hao who was slashed by Han Huo? But why is this so? Such a question haunts every Rao Xinzheng

However, thanks to Han Huo's previous actions, the long sword was deflected by three inches, and he was not directly killed by a sword piercing the heart.

"You've succeeded in provoking me, now you're going to taste my wrath!"

Wiping away some of the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, a fire attribute aura like a substantial flame rose up, warming up the already extremely hot qi even more.

Holding the long knife in both hands, under the powerful temperature, the ring-headed broadsword was as red as a soldering iron.

"Die, bastard!" the shadow of the knife swept in with a wave of furious heat, as if it were overturned.

This Han Huo's real detached six-fold cultivation, every blow is a slash with anger, and even Yang Hao can only temporarily avoid the limelight.

Because Yang Hao is not very good at using swords, he is not very proficient in swordsmanship, and he has only practiced one and a half moves in the sect before, so after several offensive and defensive conversions, this loophole was firmly grasped by the extremely experienced Han Huo.

The incomparably tricky and strange knife technique did make Yang Hao a little overwhelmed.

It was another downward and upward oblique slash, the momentum of the knife was vigorous, and it slashed fiercely on Yang Hao's sword body, and the continuous sound of the sword sounded, almost making the long sword come out of his hand, and his hands were clenched, with this strength, his body quickly exploded back, and he temporarily got rid of the battle.

Under the rapid turn of the battle, the glimmer of hope that had only risen in the hearts of everyone in the Fang family was wiped out in an instant.

"It seems that we have to find a way to snatch his big sword to have a chance!" his eyes swept over the long knife wrapped in the waves of fire, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought about it.

"Hey, I thought you had two hits, but I didn't expect it to be a piece of waste!"

"Don't play!

The fire flashed under his feet, his upper body twisted, and the flames quickly filled the cold blade of the whole body, and even the tip of the knife swallowed a little red tongue of fire.

"Bell!" Yang Hao looked at the big knife that was dancing like a fire snake, raised the long sword in front of him, and some terrifying heat instantly burned the silver-white sword body red, and under the splash of sparks, the ordinary long sword faintly showed signs of collapse.

On the tip of his toes, he didn't want to fight with Han Huo, and in the midst of Lei Dan, the aura of the thunder attribute burst out, and after a burst of azure light, three identical Yang Hao appeared as if out of thin air.

"Phantom?" Han Huo, who was a little surprised, quickly reacted, and the phantom that came out could only have a hint of confusion

After smiling contemptuously, he carried his hand, and the big knife around the head danced several sword winds in the air, and then the speed skyrocketed, sweeping out like a flying rainbow, and the sword light shone brightly, like a volcanic eruption, quickly enveloping Yang Hao's clone.

"Bang, bang!" the sound of the balloon bursting sounded again and again.

The big knife was continuously broken, and when he looked up, Han Huo's knife momentum was still unabated, turning into lightning and slashing towards Yang Hao's true body.

The so-called one blow, then exhausted, three and decline.

Although the speed of that Han Huo did not decrease, the aura on the long knife had been reduced by more than half.

Yang Hao smiled slightly, saw the opportunity, raised the long sword sideways, and used the sword body to resist, as Yang Hao expected, the scorching temperature on the sword body also plummeted, and the hardness of the long sword was enough to block this time.

The thunder of his left fist wrapped it and swung forward, exploding colorful silver flowers in the air.

The corners of Han Huo's eyes twitched, and he also stood his palm, and the flame palm quickly blocked in front of him.

However, this kind of useless offensive that wastes spiritual power in vain is naturally indiscernible in the eyes of ordinary people, but Yang Hao has other plans.

The flames and thunder intertwined for a moment, bursting into a wave of qi that was not weak, Yang Hao's body immediately rose up, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the slightly wide blade, and the silver rings on the ring head of the big sword continued to collide on the blade, and it was a ring.

"Good opportunity!" Yang Hao squinted his eyes and the aura poured out wildly towards the sword body, like throwing a javelin, throwing the long sword in the direction and throwing it fiercely.

Like a blue light, the long sword pierced into a ring at its end, and Han Huo was not good, and when he wanted to hold the handle of the knife tightly, a jumping electric current suddenly stabbed from the long sword through the big knife into the palm of his hand

There was a tingling sensation unique to the thunder attribute, Han Huo shuddered, and came out of his hand, and the rapid power directly penetrated the long knife deep into a wide wall, looking at this weapon that exposed less than an inch of the handle, it would definitely not be able to take it out for a while.

Seeing the success of his plan, Yang Hao's delicate face showed an extremely confident smile.

In the battle of swords, you may have the upper hand, but when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I, Yang Hao, am enough to crush you.

Besides, without that ring-headed broadsword, Han Huo is like a tiger without claws.

"The seven veins are fully open!" With a loud shout, Yang Hao stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and a thin battle armor formed by purple thunder appeared on his body.

Like a purple cheetah, it leaped forward quickly, approaching in an instant, like a flash of moonlight, and a punch unreservedly bombarded Han Huo's face in a slightly stunned manner.

At this moment, the aura advantage of the thunder attribute is completely revealed, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, and one blow is endless.

Punches, whips, elbows, and knees, this Yang Hao is like a robot that can attack with his whole body, and the purple thunder light continues to explode on Han Huo's body.

"Puff puff!" was like a broken sandbag, under Yang Hao's ruthless blow, blood spat out of his mouth, and spilled out wildly.

Under Yang Hao's attack like a storm, Han Huo's face quickly swollen, and after a while, his nose and face were swollen.

Facing Yang Hao's fist, his hair was flying, he clenched his teeth tightly, and under his hideous face, he let out a deadly roar like a beast in a desperate situation.

"Xuan-rank low-level martial art-Flame Palm!" A flash of fiery red flashed on the palm, and immediately a raging flame rose up, and a red flame palm cut through the air with the power of burning everything, and pressed towards Yang Hao's chest like lightning.

Feeling this fateful blow, Yang Hao slowly raised his palm, and a purple thunder mass like a crescent moon condensed in the palm of his palm, and the light group continued to swallow out, causing a violent energy fluctuation.

"Boom!" The Purple Spiral Thunder Kill carried the power of the concussive space, like a comet with a long tail long, and slammed into the huge flame palm of Zheng

Even though Yang Hao's aura content was not as good as Han Huo's, the Xuan-level Purple Vortex Thunder Kill was two levels higher than the Flame Palm, and the power in it was too far behind.

There was a crisp sound of cloth tearing, and after the purple thunder was only blocked by the fire palm for a moment, it used its incomparable sharp energy to destroy the withering and decaying flames, turning into a cold light that exploded a bowl-sized wound in Han Huo's chest.

Yang Hao's face was expressionless, and he stepped step by step towards Han Huo, who fell to the ground, and the slight sound of stepping on the ground was like a countdown to death.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" he said on the ground, bleeding from the ground, his pale face, with a look of great horror in his eyes, in a tone that bordered on pleading.

"I have a treasure room, tens of thousands of spirit stones, and four or five young and beautiful Meiji, I will give them all to you. It seems that he is extremely afraid of death, Han Huo has changed his fierce attitude in the past, like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

"Hmm! you go on!" Yang Hao raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little interested.

"In a cave in the mountain behind the wasteland road, all the spirit stones I have been searching for many years..." When Han Huo raised his head, he suddenly saw the cold chill on Yang Hao's face and the brilliant thunder and lightning lotus flower condensed from his palm.

"Okay, I know, then you die!" The sentence was pronounced like a god, and the lotus flower floated away gently, a blinding bright light flashed, and then a deafening explosion sounded.

The thunder gradually subsided, and a deep pit of black gas suddenly formed at the location where Han Huo was before, except for a few broken clothes floating in the air, there was no trace of Han Huo's shadow.

"Actually... Win!" Fang Xue opened her beautiful eyes, covered her mouth with her jade hand, and said in disbelief.

The so-called tree fell and scattered, as soon as Han Huo died, many bandits of the Yellow Wind Thief panicked, threw down the weapons in their hands, pulled their legs and ran, and half of them dissipated in an instant.

"Gang Leader Han is dead!" Yellow Dog's throat tightened a little, and his Adam's apple moved with difficulty, as the leader of the Yellow Wind Thieves who was dominating the wasteland Dao, he died in a young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old

Glancing at Yang Hao, who was like a demon, with some fear, even though he was in the middle of the battle, the yellow dog also trembled in his heart, and the broadsword in his hand immediately became chaotic.

Seeing the opportunity, Fang, who was pale in complexion, relied on the blessing of the last breath of aura, a few blood-colored sword flowers were pulled, the sharp long sword flashed with blood, and the head of the yellow dog flew high.

It's just that even if the yellow dog dies, he can't understand why Han Huo, who has a great reputation, could lose the hand of a young man

In this way, the strongest gang of bandits in this wasteland road, the Yellow Wind Thieves, is all over.