The strongest training system

Chapter 360

Wang Hao held the Longyuan sword, and his murderous aura was boiling.

Ling Tingfeng devoured the two of them one after another, and his strength had returned to its peak. He licked his dry lips. Although the sacrifice could not be carried out, if he could eat all the remaining ninety sacrifices, his strength would increase to Unimaginable extent!

Wang Hao secretly calculated that the duration of the nightmare is about to run out, and if he wants to kill Ling Tingfeng, he must hold back nothing!
Seeing that Wang Hao didn't move at all, Ling Tingfeng sneered and said, "Aren't you going to stop me? I'm going to feast on it!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the sacrifice closest to him.

"puff!"

A streak of energy slashed across Ling Tingfeng's fingers, and blood spattered all over the ground.

"Hmph!" Ling Tingfeng snorted coldly, "It seems that we have to kill you first, and then enjoy the delicious food!"

Wang Hao took a deep breath, stretched out his arms, and the Long Yuan sword was in front of him.

The last time of the nightmare was only enough for him to use three moves, and he decided to concentrate the time of using three moves into one sword.

Wang Hao did not use his strongest martial skill, the Falling Star Sword. The power of the Falling Star Sword is too terrifying. First, it will hurt the innocent warriors tied to the stone pillar. Second, once the Falling Star Sword blows this place down, he and Zhao Muer There is no possibility of escape.

"The way of the sword is righteous!"

Wang Hao condensed the power of swordsmanship and righteousness into a scabbard shining with stars with the method of returning to the clan of thousands of swords.

The Longyuan sword was inserted into the scabbard, and every time it was inserted, the power it condensed would become three points stronger.

When the Longyuan Sword was fully sheathed, the power it exuded had already made the ground tremble.

Ling Tingfeng's pupils constricted, and the strength Wang Hao showed was beyond his imagination. The heart in his chest was beating wildly, and the feeling of death enveloped his whole body.

"How could he have such power!"

Ling Tingfeng's body trembled, he was very sure that he couldn't stop the sword!
Just when his mood was about to collapse, Ling Tingfeng suddenly noticed that Wang Hao's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"The secret technique he used is about to fail!" Ling Tingfeng's eyes regained their brilliance, "It's the end of the crossbow, isn't this the last blow?"

Ling Tingfeng's eyes regained his confidence, "As long as you don't kill me with this move, it will be your death!"

"The demon disintegrates!"

Ling Tingfeng also tried his best. He activated the forbidden method, forcibly activated all the acupoints in his body, and the devilish energy corroded his blood, but it also brought him surging power.

Facing Ling Tingfeng, whose power was soaring, Wang Hao's application was always so calm. He held the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other hand, and pushed the sword body into the scabbard smoothly.

The scabbard trembled crazily, as if it was about to be unable to withstand the power contained in the Long Yuan sword.

"call!"

Wang Hao exhaled heavily, he felt dizzy for a while, and the power in his body, like a flood from a sluice, frantically passed away.

"Are you reaching your limit?"

Menglong once told Wang Hao that the side effects of nightmares are enough to cause death. Although Wang Hao has the body protection of chi kiss blood and can survive, he may also lose the ability to fight.

Just as Ling Tingfeng thought, if Wang Hao's sword couldn't kill him, Zhao Mu'er, who was in the realm of Tianwu, couldn't stop Ling Tingfeng, who was in the realm of Lingwu!

This sword is the decisive battle!

When Wang Hao's power dropped to the lowest point, the power of the sword in his hand rose to the limit, and there was only the last gap between the hilt and the scabbard, which hadn't been closed yet.

This sword combined the power of nightmare and Wang Hao's complete comprehension of the righteousness of the sword.

"Snapped!"

An inaudible sound sounded, and there was no gap between the Longyuan Sword and the scabbard that condensed the righteousness of the sword.

In an instant, the aura on Wang Hao disappeared. If others closed their eyes, they couldn't even feel Wang Hao's existence, as if he was no longer in this world.

For a moment, all that was left in the underground was the devilish energy roaring out from Ling Tingfeng's body.

The demon energy was so strong that Zhao Mu'er couldn't stand upright. She shielded her body with both arms, and barely opened a gap in her eyes.

Amidst the demonic energy, Zhao Mu'er saw a majestic figure, standing still.

Suddenly, Zhao Muer's mind suddenly recalled a scene, the same in front of a strong enemy, also a stalwart figure, even if the enemy is as strong as a tsunami, that figure can also shelter him from the wind and rain.

She prayed in her heart, "Wang Hao, you must win!"

At this time, Ling Tingfeng's flesh and blood had been corroded by the demon energy, leaving only a thin layer of skin.

But he didn't care, as long as he survived, with so many sacrifices at the Heavenly Martial Realm underground, if he swallowed two of them at will, he would be able to recover.

He roared angrily, "Wang Hao, come on!"

In Wang Hao's eyes, there was a flash of light, and he exhausted his last strength to launch his movement into the clouds.

The Longyuan Sword was wearing a scabbard, pointing at Ling Tingfeng's chest, Wang Hao's figure moved slowly in the devilish wind, but was very steady.

"Devil Sky Kung Fu!"

Although he couldn't feel the power contained in Wang Hao's sword, Ling Tingfeng didn't dare to be careless. He gathered all the power he had gathered in front of him.

Summoned by Ling Tingfeng, the raging demon energy gathered in front of him and spun crazily.

The devilish vortex, like a shield, stood between Wang Hao and Ling Tingfeng.

It was like a huge meat grinder, and at this moment, Wang Hao was rushing into the meat grinder.

The magic vortex does not produce suction, but a huge repulsion. Wang Hao's movement towards Ling Tingfeng became slower.

Seeing Wang Hao like this, Ling Tingfeng became excited, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that I overestimated him? If I only have this strength, then I must be the one who won today!"

Wang Hao's figure was stagnant in the air, and he had no more strength to fight against the vortex of magic energy.

Wang Hao's loss of strength does not mean that the sword in his hand has also lost its strength. The scabbard of the Longyuan sword began to disintegrate from the top.

From the scabbard at the edge of the sword, several strands of fluorescent light as thick as hairs were separated, slowly rotating in the same direction.

The scabbard bloomed, revealing the sword edge hidden in it, Wang Hao's lost power reappeared!

The Longyuan sword trapped in the scabbard revealed its edge, and the sharp sword force caused the devilish vortex to slowly open a crack.

Ling Tingfeng was shocked in his heart. He hurriedly mobilized his power to bring the devil energy vortex together again. This was his last barrier. Once Wang Hao cut it open, the result would be death.

"I won't lose again!"

Ling Tingfeng roared crazily, his hands trembled violently, and his skin, which had lost flesh and blood, trembled in the wind like rags.

The scabbard of the Longyuan sword bloomed faster and faster, and Wang Hao cut through the wind and waves under the fierce sword force.

"Break it!"

After the scabbard was fully bloomed, Wang Hao waved his left hand and slapped the hilt of the Longyuan Sword with his palm. The Longyuan Sword turned into a bloody light and pierced through the vortex of demonic energy!
The vortex of devilish energy came to an abrupt end, Ling Tingfeng fell to the ground, and the Long Yuan sword had already been submerged into the hilt on his chest.

"No... I don't believe it... I'm not reconciled..."

Ling Tingfeng wanted to stand up, but before he could stand up, the bones of his legs broke and he fell to the ground.

At this time, Ling Tingfeng was just a skeleton covered in skin. If it wasn't for Moxiu's stronger vitality than ordinary warriors, he would have died long ago.

Looking at the sacrificial offering that was close at hand, Ling Tingfeng was filled with despair.

He was defeated after all, and lost to Wang Hao again.

"Pfft!"

Wang Hao sat down on the ground with his back leaning against a stone pillar, panting heavily.

"Wang Hao!"

Zhao Muer hurriedly ran to Wang Hao's side, frantically looking for the life-saving elixir from Yuan Jie, Wang Hao's face was as pale as paper, even his lips were as dry as cracked land, Zhao Muer's Heartache like needles.

Looking at Zhao Muer's anxious appearance, Wang Hao endured the pain all over his body and showed a smile.

"Mu'er, don't worry, I won't die."

Tears welled up in Zhao Mu'er's eyes, and they fell down. She nodded vigorously, "You can't die, I won't let you die!"

She stuffed a pill into Wang Hao's mouth, and Wang Hao swallowed it slowly.

Wang Hao wanted to sit up, but he couldn't even move his fingers. He said softly, "Go and rescue Zhao Jun!"

Zhao Mu'er nodded, walked up to Zhao Jun, and cut off the chains that bound her.

Perhaps it was because the imprisoned time was not long, and Zhao Jun's injury was obviously much lighter compared to other sacrifices. Zhao Mu'er gave her some Yuanli, and Zhao Jun woke up soon.

Looking at Zhao Mu'er, Zhao Jun asked weakly, "Who are you?"

Zhao Mu'er helped Zhao Jun up, "It was Wang Hao who saved you."

Only now did Zhao Jun see Wang Hao, and she was moved, "Wang Hao, I owe you another favor!"

"A friend, why do you need to say thank you? Zhao Jun, if you still have the strength, you can kill Ling Tingfeng for me. I don't want to dirty Mu'er's hands, so I can only trouble you."

Zhao Jun looked at Ling Tingfeng, with an astonishing killing intent erupting from her body. Like the other sacrifices, she was tortured by Ling Tingfeng a lot.

"Mo Xiu, go to hell!"

Just as Zhao Jun was walking towards Ling Tingfeng, there were suddenly dense footsteps in the corridor leading to the ground, and a terrifying force enveloped the ground!
"Wang Hao, are you alright?"

The ones who charged into the ground first were the nervous Chen Yuan and the murderous domain master.

Seeing that Wang Hao was fine, Chen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. She almost broke her leg in order to find rescuers.

The domain master looked at the appearance of the underground altar, his eyes were as heavy as water.

He walked towards Ling Tingfeng step by step, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

Seeing the domain master doing it himself, Zhao Jun got out of the way. She looked at the old man, but found that the domain master's eyes showed complicated expressions.

This look seems to be tangled, whether to kill Ling Tingfeng or not.

Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to speak, but he was shocked to find that his throat was pinched by an invisible force, and he couldn't make a sound.

The talented fighters from the three major colleges rushed underground one after another. Everyone was shocked by the scenery on the altar. No one noticed that the domain master seemed to be a little abnormal.

The domain master walked in front of Ling Tingfeng, and the power in his palm could be easily wiped out as long as one-tenth of it was poured out.

Ling Tingfeng raised his head vigorously, with a half-smile on his face.

"What are you waiting for?!"

(End of this chapter)