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Chapter 279 The Battle of Geniuses
Zhuo Bufan was trembling with anger, he never expected that at the moment when he was distracted, Wang Hao, who had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, suddenly violently killed his other two subordinates!
So far, the three subordinates he has carefully cultivated, who can be called his right arm and right arm, have become a thing of the past.

"call!"

The temperature between the sky and the earth suddenly dropped, and the wind was mixed with a biting chill, blowing on everyone's faces, making it extraordinarily cold.

There are snowflakes falling from the sky, interacting with the strong wind, and turning into a blizzard in an instant.

In less than ten breaths, the entire mountains were covered with a layer of white clothes, wrapped in plain silver.

Jia Houwei, who had always been careless, also became extremely serious. Although it is not uncommon for a martial artist at the Tianwu realm to change the celestial phenomena by himself, it is the first time he has seen such a large-scale change of the celestial phenomena.

Jia Houwei said to Rou Ling in a deep voice: "The people who take you stay away."

Rou Ling hummed, and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Jun and Geng Jian and retreated. After taking two steps, she suddenly said worriedly: "Be careful."

Jia Houwei showed his own smile, and he said boldly: "Don't worry! How can I, Jia Houwei, be killed by such a small character?"

Rou Ling glanced at Jia Houwei gratefully, and said softly, "Thank you!"

Jia Houwei waved his hand, as if he was very impatient, "Don't thank me, I will take revenge on you after I kill this guy, don't expect me to show mercy."

Rou Ling stopped talking, she dragged Zhao Jun and Geng Jian to the edge of the Falcon Terrace, quietly watching the battle that was about to break out in the center of the Falcon Terrace.

The man in white clothes and white hair seemed to be interested in this battle, and the look in his eyes was less indifferent and more eager to try.

Jia Houwei walked to Wang Hao's side, Wang Hao said in a deep voice: "Fatty, this guy is different from all the opponents we have encountered before, be careful!"

In front of Wang Hao, Jia Houwei did not show his strength, he nodded heavily, "Got it."

"Frost Sword!"

Zhuo Bufan raised the sword in his hand, a lot of cold air gushed out from his hand, the cold air climbed up the sword along the hilt, and soon the whole sword was covered with thin ice.

"It's been a long time since no one dared to challenge me, Zhuo Bufan."

Zhuo Bufan seemed to have escaped from the anger, his tone was as cold as the Frost Sword in his hand.

After saying that, Zhuo Bufan swept the long sword in his hand lightly, and an almost invisible chill rushed towards Wang Hao and Jia Houwei.

"Golden pupils!"

Wang Hao ignited the golden pupils, and in the sight of the golden pupils, Zhuo Bufan's slashed frost energy was actually mixed with indescribably huge energy!

"hiss!"

Wang Hao took a deep breath. This Zhuo Bufan was clearly in the third level of the Heavenly Martial Realm like Zhao Jun, but the Yuanli he had mastered was several times that of Zhao Jun in terms of capacity and quality!
"Fatty, get out of the way!"

Wang Hao pushed Jia Houwei behind him, and at the same time, Long Yuanjian slashed towards Shuangqi fiercely!

"Sword dominates the world!"

The two forces collided together, but what made Wang Hao's heart tense was that the sword light he cut out turned into ice after being wrapped in frosty air!
"Snapped!"

The ice shattered, the sword light shattered and dissipated, but the frost energy rushed towards Wang Hao and Jia Houwei with undiminished power.

Wang Hao was shocked in his heart: "It's such a powerful frosty air that even the sword glow can be frozen!"

"Soul of the Laughing Wind!"

The mocking wind blood soul appeared behind Wang Hao. At the same time, Wang Hao took a deep breath, and a golden light emerged from his mouth.

"Dragon Breath!"

Wang Hao opened his mouth and spat out, golden flames spewed out from his mouth, dragons can breathe, and dragon breath is one of the most powerful demon fires in the world!

The dragon's breath that Wang Hao exhaled was mixed with indescribably high temperature, and the frosty air dissipated immediately when it touched the dragon's breath!
Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, "Some meaning, some tricks, so you have been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger all along!"

The dragon's breath was already rushing towards his face, but Zhuo Bufan had no intention of avoiding it at all.

"Xeon Demon Fire? I want to see if it can melt my frost!"

"Frost Night Thorn!"

Zhuo Bufan pierced the sword in his hand into the oncoming dragon's breath, and the blade entered the flames, immediately erupting with terrifying power!

"Freeze it!"

The huge energy turned into a steady stream of frost, freezing the dragon's breath!
"Crack!"

With a wave of Zhuo Bufan's hand, the ice shattered into countless powders, which drifted away with the cold wind.

When Zhuo Bufan made a move to deal with Longxi, Jia Houwei had already quietly touched Zhuo Bufan's back. Of course, he knew that his strength was far behind Zhuo Bufan's, so he didn't dare to advance rashly.

"Blade from Dust!"

Jia Houwei threw Aotian Kuangdao out, and the two short knives spun rapidly in the air, turning into two blade wheels, and slashed towards Zhuo Bufan at high speed.

Zhuo Bufan felt the fluctuations from behind, and sneered, "Overestimating one's abilities!"

He turned around and followed with a sword strike, only to hear a "snap!", and both short knives were chopped off.

Aotian Kuangdao returned to Jia Houwei's hands again, and at some point, two thin threads appeared on the blade.

Looking down at the thin thread wrapped around his neck, Zhuo Bufan showed an expression of surprise on his face.

"So you relied on this trick to kill my men?"

Jia Houwei said solemnly: "I only know now, it's too late!"

After the words fell, Jia Houwei pulled the double knives in his hands without hesitation.

"The technique of leaving dust, wrapping fingers and softening!"

The thread was tense, and Zhuo Bufan's head was separated from his neck.

"Crack!" Zhuo Bufan's head fell to the ground, rolled over for a few weeks, and then faced Jia Houwei, the last expression on his face was ruthless sarcasm.

"Fatty, be careful!"

Wang Hao reminded loudly that he could see very clearly that after Zhuo Bufan's head fell, there was no blood splashed, but cold air poured out from the incision.

Jia Houwei apparently noticed it too, and subconsciously rushed to the side.

Just as his feet left the ground, where he was standing, suddenly an ice pick emerged from the ground, almost stabbing him!
However, this was just the beginning. When Jia Houwei stabilized his figure, there was a howling cold wind blowing behind him.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw Zhuo Bufan standing behind him with killing intent on his face.

"Oops!"

Jia Houwei was taken aback. He wanted to dodge the attack again, but it was too late!
"Fatty man, go to the world below and repent!"

Zhuo Bufan swung the sword in his hand, the edge of the sword turned into a white light, and slashed at Jia Houwei's neck!

"Chasing moon steps!"

At the very moment, Wang Hao rushed over, and the Longyuan sword in his hand stabbed fiercely at Zhuo Bufan's heart!

If Zhuo Bufan insisted on killing Jia Houwei, then the Dragon Yuan sword would pierce into Zhuo Bufan's chest without hindrance!

Zhuo Bufan's face darkened. Although he really wanted to kill Jia Houwei, an outspoken fellow, he was unwilling to take his own life in exchange for Jia Houwei's.

Zhuo Bufan retreated and blocked Wang Hao's fatal blow.

Jia Houwei was saved, but the cold air from Zhuo Bufan's sword still hurt him.

Just as the sword edge scratched a trace of skin, the terrible cold air poured into Jia Houwei's meridians. He only felt cold all over his body, and the movements of his limbs became extremely sluggish.

"Fatty, go and heal your wounds!"

Wang Hao grabbed Jia Houwei's arm without hesitation, and while throwing him out of the battle circle, he injected a force containing the blood of Chi kiss into his body.

Jia Houwei stayed away from the two of them, feeling a little annoyed that he was still too weak to even help Wang Hao.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Wang Hao in front of him with great interest, and he sneered: "What a brotherly love, but it doesn't matter if you save him or not, anyway, you are all going to die today!"

Facing Zhuo Bufan's threat, Wang Hao didn't care, "Whoever dies lives, it's too early to draw conclusions now, isn't it?"

Zhuo Bufan laughed loudly, "Hahaha! You are very confident!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by Zhuo Bufan's terrifying power.

The power was so strong that it even surpassed Zhao Jun when he exploded with all his strength. The snow on the ground was washed away by the strong wind blowing from the power.

The person blown by the blizzard could barely open his eyes, but he couldn't get close to Wang Hao's body. The blood energy exuded by the blood soul formed a barrier to offset the strong wind.

Zhuo Bufan raised the sword in his hand and said arrogantly: "I'll give you a chance to guess, how many moves will I need to kill you?"

Wang Hao ignored Zhuo Bufan, the sword of morality had already begun to condense in his left hand.

Seeing that Wang Hao didn't answer himself, Zhuo Bufan spoke the answer instead of Wang Hao.

"One move! Just one move, and I can chop you into pieces!"

"Ice Sword Slash!"

Zhuo Bufan slashed with his sword, the terrifying sword energy mixed with even more terrifying frost energy swept towards Wang Hao, the speed was so fast that Wang Hao didn't have the slightest chance to dodge.

Wang Hao's expression was serious. He had guessed Zhuo Bufan's strength at first, but he didn't realize until now that he still underestimated Zhuo Bufan.

"I'm in the blood soul state, I'm afraid I can't stop this move, I can only use the Dragon God Transformation!"

With this in mind, Wang Hao launched the transformation without hesitation.

"Dragon God Transformation!"

The golden lines condensed from Wang Hao's chest, crawled along his neck, and finally condensed into a dragon pattern on Wang Hao's forehead.

After the transformation was completed, Wang Hao's power skyrocketed again, on par with Zhuo Bufan!
"The Sword of Morality!"

Wang Hao's body moved, and he displayed the righteousness of the sword, condensed into a sword of righteousness, and slashed towards Zhuo Bufan!
The swords of the two people were both thrilling, and the Falcon Terrace was actually divided into two from the middle under the pressure of the two swords!
Just when their swords were about to collide, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky out of thin air and landed between them.

The momentum of the thunder and lightning was not strong, but the power mixed with it forced Wang Hao and Zhuo Bufan's offensive to stop abruptly!

"who is it?!"

Wang Hao was horrified in his heart, he was able to force himself to stop with one move with full force, this person who summoned lightning was definitely not in the realm of Tianwu!
The white-haired man in white who had been watching the battle looked up at the sky, and murmured, "It's finally here."

Wang Hao and Zhuo Bufan also felt the strange power of the sky, they both raised their heads at the same time, and saw a middle-aged man with scars on his face, stepping on a big eagle, descending from the sky!

(End of this chapter)