"Received!" Lu Yue and others responded in unison, pulled out their swords from their waists and rushed out.

Huo Xiao and Ni Zi did not hesitate at all, and followed him without any hesitation.

"Kill!" Thirty or forty people on the other side didn't say much, raised the weapons in their hands and greeted them.

For a moment, the scene was caught in a fierce battle, with swords and swords flying.

"I have heard that the King of the West is a genius that is rare in a thousand years. Today I am lucky enough to ask the King of the West to give me some advice!"

The curly-haired old man looked at Ling Hao and spoke in a deep voice.

"You came here to stop me from going up the mountain, and don't evaluate whether you have that kind of strength first?" Ling Hao glanced at the other party in ignorance.

"Hehe, the King of the West was joking." The curly-haired old man smiled: "We naturally have already understood this."

"If our information is correct, the current cultivation level of the Western King should be in the half-step supreme realm, right?"

"In addition, I also know that the Western King can challenge the level above the level. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be able to activate the combat power of the first-grade Supreme Realm."

"So, do you think you can compete with me with your cultivation level at the late stage of the Supreme Realm?" Ling Hao smiled.

"Let me take action! Let me learn about the tricks of the Western King Ling Shuai!" After the curly old man said that, he raised his hand and rushed towards Ling Hao.

The momentum of his body instantly rose to the extreme, and his cultivation level of entering the second level with half of his foot was fully revealed.

"If you can take this sword, I will let you have a way out!" Ling Hao's voice sounded at the same time.

After the words came to an end, he flipped his wrist without any tricks, and activated the Blood Shadow Sword Technique to slash out with one knife.

The blood-red sword light fell from the sky with a thunderous energy and slashed towards the old man with curly hair.

"Hmph! Be arrogant!"

The curly old man snorted coldly, activated ten successive forces, raised his hand and blasted out dozens of violent fist forces to meet the sword light, rolling up a powerful sound of breaking the wind.

But the next moment, his face stiffened.

The sword light tore open his fist and slashed directly from his head, leaving a gully hundreds of meters long on the ground.

"How...how is it possible..."

After the old man said two words with difficulty, a blood line continued from the other forehead to the waist, and blood arrows shot out.

Immediately afterwards, the two halves of their bodies collapsed to the side, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

With Ling Hao's current cultivation level, if he had not deliberately suppressed it, he would have already entered the supreme position. To kill an opponent in the first level is not much different from stepping on to death an ant.

After casually sweeping the two halves of his body on the ground, Ling Hao flashed and rushed towards the battle circle of Lu Yue and others.

The whole process ended in seven or eight minutes. Thirty or forty people on the other side, except for the old goatee, the other people were all beheaded.

"How is it, are there anything else to say?" Ling Hao walked to the old man.

"Hmph!" The old man collapsed on the ground, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth: "What if you can pass this level of ours? You are destined to not reach the Kunlun peak today!"

"You're quite hard!" Ling Hao shrugged his shoulders and looked at Xuanpang and said, "Xuanpang, I'll leave it to you, let him explain clearly what countries these people come from."

"Okay!" Xuanpang nodded and responded, then walked towards the old man. At the same time, he turned his wrist and three silver needles appeared in his hand.

After a while, the old man's hysterical scream came.

"Brother, I've asked!" About three minutes later, Xuanpang walked to Ling Hao.

"From five different countries, similar to what you think, the Dongfang Kong people come from Dongyuan Kingdom and Dongfeng Kingdom."

"Several Westerners come from Xidan and Ximan countries, and there are two other people from Black Wind countries!"

"Yes!" Ling Hao nodded slightly.

"The surrounding countries are really not afraid of fighting!" Qinglong said in a deep voice: "When the national fortune arrives, they must feel what despair is!"

"Go up the mountain!" Ling Hao continued to say something and led everyone to the mountain pass.

Along the way, Huo Xiao described the series of processes for taking over the national destiny with Ling Hao and others in detail, and everyone had a preliminary understanding of it.

"Brother, someone is here again!" After a while, Lu Yue quickly walked to Ling Hao and spoke.

"Yes!" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hands to everyone: "Stay on the spot!"

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

As his words fell, five figures appeared three or four hundred meters away.

All of them are dressed in Taoist robes, and everyone wears a mask on their faces, and their true faces are not visible.

It can be seen from the aura of several people that they are all in the supreme realm of cultivation, and the strongest of them is the strength of the third-grade supreme with half a foot.

"Xi Wang, I have been waiting for you for a long time!" The leader of the black-robed old man looked at Ling Hao and spoke.

"Big Xia people?" Xuan Pang swears: "No wonder he is shameful. It turns out that he is a mess of the super sect!"

"You'd better control your mouth, otherwise I'll make you speechless later!" An old man in the gray robe glanced at Xuanpang and spoke angrily.

"You can do it all, but are you afraid of people saying it?" Qinglong responded coldly: "A bunch of national worms actually sent people to Kunlun Mountain!"

"I am really ashamed of you. You are not worthy of being the descendants of Yan and Huang!"

"Xi Wang, we are here to make a deal with you!" The old man in the black robe glanced at Qinglong coldly and continued to look at Ling Hao, "Trade?" Ling Hao said lightly: "Tell me!"

"The Western King should be very clear that taking over the national destiny requires not only great fortune, but also martial arts cultivation that is sufficient to withstand the national destiny." The old man in black robe looked at Ling Hao and said.

"The Western King is now half a step to the supreme strength. Although he can barely get through it, he is still a little weaker if he wants to take over the national destiny!"

"What are you calling a deal?" Ling Hao looked at the other party with a fixed eye.

"We can let the Western King climb the mountain, and we can even give ten thousand-year-old spirit fruits to the Western King." The old man continued to respond.

"I believe that with the Western King's martial arts talent, taking a few thousand-year-old spiritual fruits will definitely break through to the Supreme Realm in one fell swoop in a short time!"

"Only after truly entering the Supreme Realm and when the national fortune arrives, you can persevere until the end!"

"Otherwise, if you use your half-step supreme cultivation to take over the national destiny, it will probably be unbearable to even the first wave of impact!"

"Can you borers have such kindness?" Zhuihun sneered: "Where are the conditions?"

"If you guessed right, you should be coming for the characters from the Five Elements Channel, right?" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes and asked at the other party.

Since the other party did not want to stop him from coming up the mountain, it was obviously a different plan.

The role of the national fortune recipient has become a certain fact and cannot be changed. The only thing that can be thought about is the opportunity to open the Five Elements Channel.

When the country is destined, if everything goes well, the most direct beneficiary is the recipient, followed by the opener of the Five Elements Channel.

The ancient martial arts world obviously wants to make the final battle!
Chapter completed!