Qin Hao took a few steps back, and every step he stepped on the ground made a low sound, and the ground cracked.

The old man of Soul-Devouring also took a few steps back, and the Soul-Devouring Sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, and then he barely stabilized his body.

He looked up at Qin Hao, with a solemn expression on his face.

He is the cultivation level of the Martial Saint Xiaocheng and the blessing of the Soul-Devouring Sword, but he can't beat Qin Hao?

How is this possible?

Then, he looked at the ground next to him, his face extremely gloomy.

At this time, there were many corpses on the ground, some of which were masters from Yunzhou, but more were people from their Blood Picture Studio.

After the battle just now, there were not many masters left in their Blood Picture Studio.

"No, it seems that this kid must be solved immediately."

The old man in the Soul-Devouring looked at Qin Hao, his face full of gloomy.

If this kid is not solved, if he waits for his help to free up, it will be troublesome.

"kill!"

The old soul-devouring old man roared angrily, and the light of the soul-devouring sword in his hand surged, rising directly to more than ten feet long, like a long blood-colored dragon, rushing towards Qin Hao.

"kill!"

Qin Hao was not waiting for an opportunity to kill the people in the Blood Shadow Building, but jumped into the air and punched out.

The golden fist light slashed through the void, and the air made an explosion.

boom!

The golden fist light instantly collided with the blood-colored sword light, and a roar sounded like a heaven and earth.

The energy gushed, and a vast shock wave spread instantly.

Rumble!

A small building next to it collapsed instantly, and all the trees in the distance were cut off in half.

Qin Hao took more than ten steps back, let out a slight whisper, and his blood tumbling.

The old man with Soul-Devouring looked in pain and a wisp of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

"This... the poster is injured?"

"Impossible! The owner of the post is the highest combat power and an invincible existence in our Blood Picture Studio. How could he be injured?"

"Yes, I must have read it wrong. How could Qin Hao be so evil?"

"Yes, the poster just failed for a while, and it was impossible to lose!"

The killers of the Blood Film Studio who were watching the battle in the distance all looked panicked when they saw this scene.

Qin Hao has killed so many experts from their Blood Picture Studio one after another.

If Qin Hao still gained the upper hand in the decisive battle with their poster, then they would really be desperate.

The old man of Soul-Devouring wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, looked at Qin Hao, and said, "Qin Hao, you really made me look at him more and more with admiration."

Qin Hao looked indifferent and said lightly: "If you have this little skill, you... can go on the road."

After saying that, Qin Hao was shocked, his feet gushed with energy, and with a bang, he rushed towards the Soul-Devouring Old Man.

His whole body was covered with golden energy, and even his hair seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold.

He was like a golden warrior, very brave.

"kill!"

The old soul-devouring man held the Soul-devouring Sword in his hand, sucked and spit out the sword light, and kept slashing at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao was like a dragon, flexibly avoiding the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the golden fist and scarlet sword lights in the space were flying, which was quite terrifying.

Bang!

Finally, Qin Hao found an opportunity and punched the old man in the chest, making a low voice.

However, Qin Hao was also slapped by the Soul-Devouring Old Man.

"Um."

Qin Hao's face looked painful, he let out a small mouthful of blood.

puff!

The old man of Soul-Devouring opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of dark blood.

call out!

The old man with Soul-Devouring looked shocked, his body jumped, and he jumped onto a tree.

"Qin Hao, I don't believe it anymore. Can't kill you?"

The old man in the Soul-Devouring Roared, his whole body was shocked, and a dark red energy surged into the sky.

Rumble!

A roar came out from the sky, and the vital energy of the heaven and earth around him continued to converge towards the Soul-Devouring Old Man.

The soul-devouring sword in his hand shone with a scarlet sword light, and it became stronger and stronger.

In just a moment, a huge blood-red sword floated in front of him.

This blood-red sword is very huge, and it has never given way to the terrifying Sky-Sword used by Qin Hao.

As soon as the blood-red sword was released, the temperature in this space seemed to drop a little.

Mr. He and others were even more shocked.

Even the saint changed his face and wanted to fly towards Qin Hao.

However, as soon as she moved, she was stopped by Ming Yan.

"Little girl, where do you want to go?"

Ming Yan looked at the saint and said gloomyly.

In fact, he felt very uncomfortable at this time because during the battle just now, he was slapped twice by the saint and was seriously injured.

But he forced himself to suppress his injuries at this time.

Because, he must stop this terrifying woman.

Otherwise, if she and Qin Hao join forces, the poster would be in danger.

If the poster solves Qin Hao and frees up his hands, their Blood Picture Studio may not lose in today's battle.

Thinking of this, his whole body gushed his energy and fought even harder with the saint.

The saint frowned slightly. She wanted to support Qin Hao, but at this time she had to deal with the battle.

"It's okay, just solve them."

At this time, Qin Hao's faint voice came.

Um?

When the saint heard Qin Hao's words, his pretty face was stunned.

This guy is so confident?

But since Qin Hao said so, she no longer worried.

Because, she knew that although Qin Hao seemed very arrogant, he actually never did anything unsure.

Since he said that, he must have a way to deal with the Soul-Devouring Old Man.

The old man of Soul-Devouring looked at Qin Hao, smiled gloomyly, and then slapped his chest with a palm.

puff!

He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it on the Soul-Devouring Sword.

boom!

In an instant, the blood-red sword in the air surged a little more, and a storm blew around.

The storm is getting stronger and stronger, and it is very gloomy, making a whimpering sound, like a roar of a ghost.

In the end, this storm even involved the Soul-Devouring Old Man.

this……

When Mr. He and others saw this scene, they all looked shocked.

At this time, they all felt inexplicably palpitations and even felt a sense of death.

Zhu Shibin and others also opened their mouths wide and their faces were full of horror.

At this moment, they looked at the storm and felt like they were facing countless evil spirits, making their hearts pound.
To be continued...