Chapter 169: A Precise Sword

When everyone watching the battle was about to pick their hearts to their throats, Sun Hao attacked at this moment, holding a bamboo sword, and galloped towards one of the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect on the third layer of Yuanying like a ghost.

"A sword without discipline can be described as full of flaws!" In the distance, on the slope of a steep and strange rock. Ye Ziyang stood with his hands in his hands, Huo Ran got up, his face was shocked, and he looked at Mu Hao's simple sword in surprise, with an indescribable feeling.

In the fierce battle, Zhao Yi's pupils also shrank in vain. His strength was slightly superior to Ye Wudao's, and so was his eyesight. Under the gaze of his gaze, the sword weapon in Mu Hao's hand suddenly made a buzzing sound, the sound was like the waves crashing on the shore, and in half a sound, a sword shadow with light and dark changes appeared in front of him, dark as water.

At this moment, Mu Hao's sword moves immediately changed. The Moon Water Shadow Sword was just one of the sword lights. In the moment of lightning, the sound of gold and iron clash mixed with a few sparks splashed in the field. "Ding!" Zhao Yi's unshakable sword was like a lonely boat in the wild waves, and it was destroyed in an instant. In particular, the force from the hilt of the sword was wave after wave, and wave after wave.

Unable to withstand the impact of this huge force, Zhao Yi's body retreated a few steps backwards, and his feet retreated a few meters on the ground before stopping. At the same time, after Mu Hao defeated Zhao Yi with a sword, his body flipped in mid-air in an extremely graceful posture, making people dizzy, and coming like a breeze to meet Ye Wudao.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Mu Hao, who was rapidly expanding in his pupils, and Ye Wudao was shocked to the extreme. Even if he believed that the fifth-order demon beast Red Fire Python could die in Mu Hao's hands, Ye Wudao didn't believe that Mu Hao's strength would be so terrifying, and he only thought that Mu Hao had killed the Red Fire Python by other means. Of course, this is also true!

The pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, Ye Wudao no longer dared to have any strength left at this moment, and kicked the ground with the soles of his feet. I saw that the air around him was a little distorted, and sword shadows shrouded towards Mu Hao, as long as Mu Hao dared to take half a step, he would inevitably have to withstand the bombardment of the heavy sword in Ye Wudao's hand. Ye Wudao was gambling, gambling Mu Hao didn't dare to overstep, but the former didn't notice it, and the corners of Mu Hao's mouth suddenly set off a salient arc.

In the face of the roaring heavy sword, Mu Hao did not dodge, but met it again. This thrilling sword made the hearts of the spectators tremble, especially before the sword was released, and it was so lightly swayed. In their opinion, if Mu Hao didn't dodge, he would definitely end up being split in half.

Standing in the distance, Ye Ziyang's pupils suddenly locked slightly, at this moment he had a feeling of trance, and when he met that chic figure, he couldn't help but think of Laughing Cangtian, "Will he become the second Laughing Cangtian?"

Under the gaze of countless Dao and different emotional eyes, Mu Hao met the heavy sword shadows. A strange scene appeared, his whole person was like a tender willow branch swaying in a storm, letting the sword shadow blast in, and then narrowly avoided it. At this scene, everyone who watched it broke out in a cold sweat, and the former was dancing on the tip of a knife. This courage made many disciples of the major forces secretly admire and mutter: "Crazy!"

However, just like this, Mu Hao avoided the shadow of the sword like a blind cat encountering a dead mouse. Appeared in front of Ye Wudao like a ghost, and in the horrified gaze around him, Mu Hao's left hand held in front of his chest was raised impressively, and pointed at the sword, with the sharp sound of the wind tearing the air, the sword pointed like a spear, and the finger was like a swimming dragon, and it slammed down on Ye Wudao's chest, right in the heart. Mu Hao didn't take out his sword, and tried to shake Ye Wudao with the power of **? Countless people's hearts were about to jump to their throats, and he couldn't do it.

All everyone heard was a "bang!" sound. The sound of the collision between the sword finger and the ** rose in a low voice at this moment, which made the hearts of the spectators jump suddenly. Immediately, in the eyes of countless ghosts, Ye Wudao, who was on the sixth floor of Yuanying, was like a kite with a broken line, throwing it into the distance and hitting the ground fiercely, and then it rolled on the ground several times like a dead dog before he stopped his tumbling body.

At this moment, there was a dead silence all around, and the air seemed to freeze. One by one, his eyes stopped on Ye Wudao's body, especially when he noticed that his breath was completely gone, and there was a great wave in his heart. Ye Wudao died, and Mu Hao's finger shattered Ye Wudao's heart earlier?

Zhan Taiyu and Han Tianming's eyes flashed with horror that was difficult to hide. Mu Hao's finger before, they were very familiar, like the finger of the laughing sky against the night purple sun. Suddenly, the corners of the two of their mouths were even more bitter, although their strength was not strong, their eyesight was good, and they could see at a glance that the former's finger was powerful, "It's only been a few days, under the combined attack of two Yuanying sixth-layer monks, one of the Yuanying sixth-layer powerhouses was killed." ”

This kind of achievement was enough to move Ye Ziyang and the others, and the most important thing was that after Mu Hao killed Ye Wudao, he had a light and breezy expression, as if he had done a trivial matter.

"Poof!" The bamboo knot in Sun Hao's hand lightly slashed through a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect on the fourth layer of Yuanying, and the neck of this disciple was freshly flowed into a pillar of blood, flying straight out of several feet, and the blood splashed in mid-air was even more dazzling and palpitating. When the sword fell, Sun Hao wandered among the many disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, and smiled: "Shen Yue, how about we play a game?"

"Whew!" Before Sun Hao's words fell, Shen Yue, who was standing upright, moved, and the long sword tied behind him was unsheathed, swaying like a fluttering ribbon, and the jade hand as thin as mutton fat was lightly held. The sword danced like a jade butterfly, extremely light and agile, shuttling among the many disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, setting off the blooming blood lotus. Dancing and killing, such an artistic action made countless people dizzy, Sun Hao was even more staring, so ferocious, only half a sound, several disciples of the Ling Xiao Sect died under Shen Yue's sword.

The screams sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and before everyone could react from the scene where Mu Hao killed Ye Wudao, they were shocked by the scene in front of them again.

Mu Hao pointed to the ground with the long award in his hand, retracted his gaze, turned to Zhao Yi, and said in a deep voice: "I have always agreed with bullying, but before making a move, I will at least find out the bottom of the other party, otherwise it will be too big to overturn in the gutter!"

Listening to Mu Hao's mocking words, Zhao Yi suddenly felt a chill from behind, and a chill rushed to his back to his mind. Especially the screams from behind made Zhao Yi feel like he was kicking the iron plate.

However, under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhao Yi's pride did not allow him to lower his head, his eyes were full of anger, and he responded fiercely: "Maybe it was my personal arbitrariness that brought the entire team to destruction. However, Your Excellency, don't underestimate the counterattack of a sixth-layer cultivator before his death, even if it is you, I'm afraid you will have to pay a heavy price!"

"A sword!" Mu Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a tone that made the listener's heart tremble: "Yuanying Sixth Layer, in my eyes, you are no different from a Jindan stage monk!" A dazzling sword light burst out in Mu Hao's hand, like a long dragon, and was handed out at an incredible speed.

Zhao Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and cold sweat soaked his whole body in an instant, he knew that he had no way to retreat from this sword. "Is this your true strength? I don't believe that a dignified powerhouse of the sixth layer of Yuanying will not be able to take this sword!"

Zhao Yi suppressed the fear in his heart, his body swept out with a fierce and fierce force, and the long sword in his hand was raised high, slashing towards Mu Hao. I have to say that Zhao Yi's sword is a bit unafraid of life and death, although it is full of flaws, but its power is extremely terrifying.

It's just that Mu Hao didn't even blink the corner of his eye, his right foot moved up slightly, and his body naturally opened sideways, as if there was a breeze pushing his body behind him, just like this, he avoided it lightly, and the long sword in his hand was even more incredibly slightly raised, changing the trajectory of its stabbing, but quietly pointing to the void where there was nothing, this sudden action made the onlookers puzzled.

"It's weird, he obviously avoided Zhao Yi's sword, but he put it away!" Ye Ziyang's eyes showed a strange look, and Mu Hao's subtle movements seemed to have given up the offensive in Ye Ziyang's eyes.

"Huhu!" The long sword raised up fell with the help of force, and it fell in vain, but Zhao Yi's heart was relieved in vain. He also noticed Mu Hao's sword, and finally deviated from the direction, "I finally took a sword!" Taking Mu Hao's sword, Zhao Yi couldn't help but feel endless ecstasy in his heart.

However, in the next moment, Zhao Yi's gaze was instantly dull, and his galloping figure, due to inertia, was slightly offset forward, and its position was exactly where Mu Hao's sword was pointing. A simple sword appeared in Zhao Yi's eyes, this sword that was originally pointed at the void fell on Zhao Yi's throat like this, and in the eyes of everyone, it was more like Zhao Yi himself rushing up stupidly.

A sword sealed the throat, and blood splattered all over the ground immediately, and the dazzling blood light stunned countless people. Even an existence like Ye Ziyang had a trace of sluggishness in his eyes.

"This ......" Zhao Yi covered his neck, the long sword in his hand hung weakly, and his voice became hoarse, until he died of exhaustion, and he didn't think about why Mu Hao's sword appeared anywhere, and he was even more stupid to the extreme.

"Poof!" Mu Hao drew his sword, blood splashed in mid-air, Zhao Yi puffed to the ground, the bloody sword was amazingly sharp, Mu Hao turned around, as if he had noticed something, and raised his eyes to look at Ye Ziyang who was standing on a high place.

This gaze made Ye Ziyang's pupils shrink slightly, and there was even sweat in the palms of his hands, "This sword was calculated by him, whether it was the sword that avoided Zhao Yi sideways, or the sword that landed in the void, both of them were calculated without deviation." At the same time, he also calculated the position where Zhao Yi would appear next. This precise and somewhat terrifying sword made Ye Ziyang feel a terrible pressure!

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