Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 863 No Breaking, No Standing! (1)
That contemptuous tone was still aloof and disdainful.

Ling Hao lowered his head lightly, with the fine hair on his forehead blowing wildly with the wind around him, and on the back of his bronze-colored skin, dark shadows fell, "Holy cultivator, you deserve to die. "

Between the opening and closing of the iron lips, he just spit out a few words coldly, no more, no less.

"Hmph!" Shengxiu snorted coldly as he tossed his robe.

"what--"

But in the next moment, Ling Hao didn't give him any chance to speak.

He raised his arms, held the Celestial Ax tightly with his strong hands, raised his head high, and after a long howl piercing the Changhong, he swung his arms straight down with the force of splitting mountains and breaking the sea. wind.

"What!" Shengxiu's pupils shrank violently, and he let out an unbelievable scream.

Because, at this moment, he unexpectedly discovered that the power Ling Hao wielded was mixed with the same silver power as himself. This kind of cognition almost made him crazy and collapsed instantly!
"Buzz!"

The powerful and domineering saint, who had been consumed a lot by Ling Wushuang, was exhausted physically and mentally.

The semi-circular silver-gray arc seemed to be slow, but the speed actually reached the realm of flickering light and shadow. When the holy cultivator turned sideways in a thrilling way, he slashed fiercely on his left shoulder. The position where he was alive was cut off by Ling Hao with an axe.

"what--"

Painful howls, like ghosts and ghosts in a region littered with corpses.

The severed arm flew out, and the gray pupils of the holy cultivator stared as wide as a bull. The ironic and aloof color was replaced by a ferocious and unbelievable twist, and the whole body was driven to fall towards the twisted space behind.

But how is this enough?
In Ling Hao's heart, there seemed to be a raging fire burning.

The old man opened his mouth, he couldn't believe what he saw, what's going on, what kind of power is this, why does he feel that the city lord seems to have been promoted again, but the Supreme Emperor Dzogchen, can he be promoted again?
"what!"

With an angry whistle, Ling Hao raised his arms again, holding the Heavenly God Axe in his strong hands, spinning it and drawing a strong and resolute arc in the air, and finally, taking advantage of the trend, it slashed out horizontally!

"Om-"

Shengxiu's strength was not false, but he narrowly escaped Ling Hao's attack at the critical moment.

Crazy, this man is crazy!
"Boom!"

Shengxiu's complexion changed, and under the extreme fright, his gray pupils seemed to lose focus. When Shengxiu dodged this attack, he didn't react to Ling Hao's next attack. a force.

"Pfft!"

The silver-gray semicircular light arc slashed down with force.

"what--"

Cries of pain filled the area in an instant.

Another bloody severed arm fell from the sky, and it seemed that the withered claw-like fingers were twitching in pain.

In less than a minute, both arms of Shengxiu were chopped off by the maddened Ling Hao!
"Ancestor!"

Seeing this situation, the remnant soldiers chasing after from the Guangming Holy Soul Hall were frightened almost out of their wits, screaming in terror one after another, accompanied by the screams of the saint cultivators, making the sky even more chaotic.

"Swish!"

In the dark sky, lights and shadows fluttered and gathered towards this side.

"Old ancestor, hurry up!"

After the previous strangulation, the people from the Bright Holy Soul Hall and the Valley of the Fire Bathed Pills were almost wiped out, and the ones who escaped in such a dangerous situation were only two or three masters who rushed towards this side quickly .

"Ah, Ling Hao!"

The holy cultivator raised his head and let out howling ghosts and wolves, his gray-black eyeballs protruded violently, almost falling out of their sockets, hot blood spurted out from his severed arm, dyeing his long robe purple-black. Makes one's scalp tingle.

"City Lord!"

The situation of Shengxiu is indeed terrible, but Ling Hao, who is under the rage, is not much better. He doesn't know how to spare his life. Even if his strength has made a breakthrough, but it is not someone who is crazy about overdrawing his life like this. They can bear it, not to mention that Ling Hao was still seriously injured before.

Ouyang Qianze pursed her cherry red lips tightly, hugging the frail body of the woman in her arms, at this moment, she could only fly back and dodge carefully.

He knew that at this moment, no one could stop Ling Hao.

On top of Ling Hao's bewitching face carved with knives and axes, there was an unprecedented gloomy look, "Sage cultivator, you have to pay the price for what you have done!"

"Ah!" Looking up to the sky and screaming through the sky, Ling Hao, who was so angry that he didn't give the holy cultivator any chance to breathe, raised his arms and raised the god axe, and at the same time he jumped, he waved his hand and chopped it down.

"Buzz!"

The silver-gray power coming out of that bend was a bit more terrifying than before.

The canthus of the holy cultivator was shattered, and his breath was suffocated for an instant, but he was extremely unwilling to struggle to the death. With a ferocious roar, he almost used all the strength in his body, and rushed towards the space next to him recklessly.

"puff!"

There was a sound of skin and flesh being exploded, and the wind brought out by the god-opening ax whizzed past his waist, tearing apart that mighty body like a sharp sword.

In an instant, the skin was torn apart!

The scarlet blood splattered, dyed the entire sky a dazzling red, and amidst the hog-killing howls of the saint cultivator, it was like a blood-red glow all over the sky, spreading out desperately and coldly.

The deep traces of bones almost cut him off in half!
"No——" Desperate horror shot out from the eyes of the holy cultivator, and an unprecedented sense of creepiness appeared in his heart. His eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he looked blankly at the man in the blue robe opposite him holding the giant ax that opened the sky.

At this moment, Ling Hao's tall and muscular body seemed to be a god of war like a giant!
"Om-"

Almost exhausting all the strength in Ling Hao's body, the last blow came out suddenly.

The swaying power, the power of profound energy, is pulling the surrounding wind and clouds to change, like a tumbling wave, heading towards the direction of the saint, covering the sky and covering the earth!

"Ancestor!"

Several people in the Guangming Holy Soul Hall, including the two burly men who were seriously injured in the previous battle with Ouyang Qianze, finally rushed to the side of Shengxiu at the last moment, but they were swept by the wind around them. It was so shocking that green smoke came out of his whole body.

Breaking into the battlefield of such a master is undoubtedly looking for death.

However, in such a situation where the ancestor's life is hanging by a thread, who can take care of so much?

(End of this chapter)