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Chapter 119 Ghost Blood Demon King

"Is it very unexpected?" Xue Luosha spoke lightly.

"Are you only allowed to send someone to the Kingdom of Daxia, so we are not allowed to come to your nest?"

"I really don't know how to live or die!" The Ghost Blood Demon King shouted loudly: "You came just right, so that I won't make a special trip to the Great Xia Kingdom!"

After saying that, he looked at Ling Hao and the other two and said, "If you guessed correctly, the people Huo Mei brought this time are all dead at your hands, right?"

"You are very brave. You have a lot of energy to kill my woman and dare to appear in front of me."

"Today, I will use your blood to pay tribute to the people in my Blood Evil Hall!"

"You will commit suicide, I will leave you a complete corpse!" Before the Ghost Blood Demon King finished speaking, Ling Hao spoke lightly.

"Hmm!?" Hearing Ling Hao's words, the Ghost Blood Demon King turned his gaze: "Are you talking to me?"

"If you don't want to die like Huo Mei and the others, I would like to advise you to listen to me." Ling Hao spoke again.

"Is Huo Mei dead in your hands?" The momentum of the Ghost Blood Demon King instantly rose to the extreme.

"Boy, no matter who you are, today, I will definitely tear you into pieces!"

After the words came to an end, he roared and said, "Kill them!"

Wow!

With his order, everyone in the hall moved, and their aura surged at the same time, rushing towards Ling Hao and the other four.

Although they were afraid of the power of Ling Hao's previous sword, they knew better that if they didn't take action, they would die even more miserably. Moreover, there were so many people on their side, so they were not afraid of not being able to kill the other party.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

At the same time, countless chaotic footsteps sounded outside the door, and a large group of gangs from the Blood Evil Hall rushed in without any nonsense. The weapons raised up were attacking.

"A bunch of ants!" Lu Yue and the other two said in a deep voice, their bodies flashed out at a rapid speed, and each activated their entire body power and smashed them out.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The next moment, countless blood mists appeared in the air, and all those below the late stage of the warrior exploded in one move.

"Damn!"

The other three war gods in the Blood Evil Hall roared and attacked Lu Yue and the other two at a high speed.

call out!

At this moment, a blood-red sword light flashed again, slashing out from Ling Hao's hand like lightning, with thunder and a rainbow of momentum.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Wherever the sword light passed, it was destroyed and destroyed. Hundreds of people's heads soared into the sky, and blood columns were like springs.

When Ling Hao took out his sword, the three war gods noticed an extremely terrifying sense of crisis. The pupils shrank to the size of wheat and hurriedly hid aside.

One of the men in the small-level war gods was half a beat slower, and their body was cut from their waist by a knife light, and their flesh and blood flew across the body, and two pieces of their bodies fell to the ground.

hiss!

Seeing this scene, a sound of gasping in the hall sounded.

He killed hundreds of people with one sword, and also included a war god and several powerful warriors in the late stage realm!

So scary!?

"Boy, you deserve to die!" Seeing this, the Ghost Blood Demon King started angrily.

Pick up two wolf-toothed maces from the side and quickly soared into the air, like a big roc spreading its wings, as fast as lightning.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Immediately afterwards, his hands and wrists flipped rapidly, pulling out countless sharp afterimages in the void, carrying over a sea of ​​energy and attacking Ling Hao, with a huge momentum!

"I don't know how to live or die!" Ling Hao spoke in a deep voice, and his aura rose at the same time.

call out!

The next moment, his wrist flipped, and the Blood Shadow Mad Sword slashed out again with an extremely sharp cold light roaring out, and a harsh roar of wind sounded in the air.

"Hmm!" Just as Ling Hao started, the ghost blood demon king's pupils shrank to the size of a needle, and a terrifying aura of crisis filled every pore in his body.

It was not until this time that he realized that he had far underestimated Ling Hao's strength!

This is not just a war god-level figure. He is definitely a strong man in the late stage of the War Lord, and his combat power is still above him!

There were storm waves in my heart. Is Daxia really that scary? Anyone who comes out is such a top-level powerhouse!

Without too much thought, he quickly retracted his momentum and returned to defense, crossed his hands in his chest, and two maces were crossed across his chest, trying to block Ling Hao's sword.

Crack! Crack!

However, he obviously underestimated Ling Hao's strength again. The mace forged by steel shattered like tofu, and the sword light had not diminished, and the force flashed through his arm.

Well!

The whole arm fell to the ground, and blood squirted wildly.

This is all due to his slightly shifting body at the last moment, otherwise he would be split into two.

Passion! Passion! Passing!

Immediately afterwards, the Ghost Blood Demon King quickly retreated back more than ten steps, and the tiles under his feet shattered like spider webs.

puff!

After finally stabilizing his body, he opened his mouth and sprayed a large mouthful of blood. His entire aura immediately became weak, and his combat power was less than 30%.

"How...how is it possible!?" He looked up at Ling Hao with difficulty, and a look of extreme fear flashed in his pupils.

No matter how you say it, you are the strength of Zhan Zun Xiaocheng. Even if you are in the dark world, you are still a leader, but you can't stop the opponent's move.

Too scary!

"It's not bad, I can take my move!" Ling Hao took a deep breath and spoke lightly.

He is injured and can only activate this level of skill at present.

Otherwise, just a little person like the Ghost Blood Demon King could not stand here and talk nonsense.

"You...who are you?" The Ghost Blood Demon King spoke again with difficulty.

"You people in the dark world really think that the thousands of years of precipitation of our Daxia Kingdom is a joke?" Ling Hao responded coldly.

"A year ago, I had already taught you a lesson in the dark world, but you turned a blind eye to it, so I can't blame me!"

"What!?" Hearing Ling Hao's words, the Ghost Blood Demon King trembled all over and his face was horrified: "You...you are Ling Shuai!?"

"I just realized now that it's too late!" Ling Hao responded in a deep voice.

call!

After obtaining his promise, the ghost blood demon king, who was full of souls, flashed toward the window behind.

After knowing Ling Hao's identity, he, who had already suffered heavy damage, no longer had the slightest desire to fight. He only had one word in his heart, escape!

Like Huo Mei, he never expected to get involved in this evil god!

A year ago, it was absolutely easy to kill five powerful people in the late stage of the God of War with one sword.

Don’t say that you are just a small success in Zhan Zun, I’m afraid even the peak of Zhan Zun may not be an opponent!

If you don’t run away at this time, you will have to wait for death if you stay!

"You can't escape, you will die today!" Ling Hao's figure flashed out at the same time.

"Don't kill me...I'm willing to surrender...Don't kill me..." The Ghost Blood Demon King ran wildly while screaming.

The powerful man at the level of War Zun had a teleportation speed much faster than the God of War. In one blink of an eye, he ran a few kilometers away.

However, with his current state, how could he be faster than Ling Hao? In a few seconds, he had already flashed less than a hundred meters behind him.

"Sorry, if you want to surrender, you are not qualified enough!" Ling Hao responded coldly.
Chapter completed!
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