The strongest training system

Chapter 563 Fierce Decisive Battle

Wang Hao instantly moved to the protective formation in the auditorium, and Ni Kong took over.

He probed a force of origin into Nikong's body, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Nikong is overdrawn due to excessive power and is unconscious. It only needs to be cultivated, and it is not a serious problem.

Bai Xiaosheng ran down from the martial arts viewing platform, Wang Hao handed Ni Kong over to him, returned to the competition platform, and handed Wen Dun, who had also passed out, to Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng said in a deep voice, "Be careful!"

Wang Hao nodded, stepped lightly, and flew into the sky.

The god of death stood beside the Zihe chariot, but he didn't reach out to snatch the Zihe chariot. He seemed to be waiting for Wang Hao's arrival.

Under the mask, there was a sarcastic laugh.

"Wang Hao, long time no see!"

Wang Hao frowned slightly. The voice of the god of death was obviously changed by some kind of secret method. He could not determine the identity of the god of death based on the voice alone.

But the words of the god of death confirmed his familiarity with the god of death before.

They know each other!
"who are you?"

The god of death raised his hands, and the flame-like magic energy was beating in his palms.

"Want to know who I am? Find out for yourself!"

The god of death waved his arms, and the two groups of demonic energy turned into two black panthers, and rushed towards Wang Hao.

"Sword One, draw the sword!"

Wang Hao drew out his sword without hesitation, and the phantom of the real dragon emerged from Longyuan sword, roaring and tearing the two black panthers into pieces.

"Dragon God Garuda!"

The golden cloak floated on Wang Hao's body, and the ancient seal talisman on the Dragon God Garuda's robe shone brightly. Wang Hao's speed tripled in an instant, and he came to the God of Death like a ray of light.

The blade of Longyuan Sword, shining with icy light, hit the mask of the god of death.

"Snapped!"

The sword edge pierced into the mask, and there was only a crisp sound, and a shallow crack appeared.

Perhaps it was the sound of the mask shattering that awakened the Grim Reaper, whose body and mind suddenly turned into a cloud of black devilish energy.

Wang Hao's figure passed through the devil's energy, and the devil's energy returned to the appearance of a god of death again.

Reaper reached out and touched the crack on the mask, his fingers trembling.

"I haven't seen you for so long, you really didn't disappoint me!"

There was undisguised hatred in Reaper's voice.

When Wang Hao turned around, the phantom of the real dragon did not dissipate, but danced and flew around his body.

"Since you don't want to reveal your identity, I'll do it myself and cut off your mask!"

Grim Reaper's fingers slowly closed and clenched into fists.

"It's still that arrogant, but this time there is no one to help you, how long will it last?"

While speaking, the god of death waved his arm, and an overwhelming demonic energy surged out, covering all the nearby sky.

There was no sunlight on the competition stage, and it was plunged into darkness.

Wang Hao sneered and said, "Don't you have some new methods?"

God of Death folded his palms together, and the demonic energy in the sky began to gather.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the sky-shattering dragon chant sounded in the demonic energy!
The magic energy gathered into a black dragon, and the god of death stepped on the dragon.

The demon dragon spread its wings and rushed towards Wang Hao. It opened its huge mouth and spewed out demonic energy with strong corrosive power.

"However, the counterfeit dares to show off in front of the real dragon!"

Wang Hao swung his sword, and the phantom of the real dragon surrounding him roared and rushed towards the demonic energy.

From the mouth of the real dragon, golden dragon's breath emerged, colliding with the devil's energy!
"boom!"

The magic energy and dragon's breath burst, and the violent shock wave almost blew out the magic energy on the dragon.

"Golden Armored Dragon!"

The golden armored dragon summoned by Wang Hao rose into the air and bit the dragon's neck.

"Beast, court death!"

The god of death gathers strength in his hands and wants to destroy the golden armored dragon.

At this moment, Wang Hao's voice flooded into his ears.

"Your opponent is me."

The god of death raised his head, and saw that Wang Hao had already stepped on the magic dragon, and the Long Yuan sword was stabbing at his chest.

"Humph! Courting death!"

The god of death waved his hands, and a wide blade emerged from the devilish energy.

He grabbed the broad sword with one hand and slashed towards Wang Hao.

The sword collided with the sword, and the flames overflowed. Wang Hao frowned slightly. The power of the god of death was far beyond his imagination.

"Swallowing Demon Nine Slashes!"

Grim Reaper held a wide blade in his hand, and slashed out nine swords in succession. Each of his swords was so powerful that he almost couldn't hold back Wang Hao.

"Dragon God Transformation!"

Wang Hao instantly transformed into a transformation, and his strength doubled.

"Sword Six, annihilate!"

A sword swept across, cutting a gap in Death's robe.

The god of death snorted coldly, and swept the broad sword in his hand, blocking Wang Hao's attack.

Wang Hao's power soared, and Death's power also rose accordingly.

"Have you been hiding your strength?"

Wang Hao felt a slight chill in his heart. The strength of the god of death was like a bottomless pit. The longer the fight, the more terrifying he felt.

"How strong is this guy?"

Wang Hao didn't have time to think, because the god of death had already killed him again.

"What, are you afraid?"

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes, and his fighting spirit surged. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he was.

"Afraid? I, Wang Hao, never have this word in my dictionary!"

While speaking, Wang Hao slapped the God of Death's chest with his palm. The God of Death's horizontal sword blocked it, but was blasted off the dragon's back by a powerful force.

With a leap, Wang Hao also jumped off the dragon's back and jumped onto the ring again.

In the sky, the devil dragon condensed with the demonic energy of the god of death was fighting fiercely with the dragon with the golden armor. On the dilapidated martial arts arena, Wang Hao and the god of death looked at each other.

Wang Hao's eyes were full of strong will to fight, but Death's eyes were full of killing intent!
Crazy devilish energy gushed out from Death God's body. The devilish energy was highly corrosive, and it was actually corrupting the arena without seal talisman protection.

The god of death roared in a low voice: "Wang Hao, just accept death obediently!"

The broad sword in his hand stirred up the wind and cloud, and the devilish energy was attracted, and the metallic broad sword gradually turned into pitch black.

The power of the god of death skyrocketed again, completely surpassing Wang Hao!

"what?!"

Wang Hao was deeply shocked. The God of Death's realm at this time had already reached the peak of the Ninth Level of Spiritual Martial Realm, but he gave Wang Hao the feeling that he still had not reached the peak!
"Is this guy really a martial artist at the Spiritual Martial Realm?"

The uneasiness in Wang Hao's heart became more and more intense, and a feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

"Perhaps, the mastermind behind this martial arts competition is not a mysterious person that no one knows, but the god of death who is standing on the competition stage and fighting me!"

"Who is he?"

Wang Hao took a deep breath, and actually began to operate the Nine Dragons Art in the middle of the battle.

"It's time to use the first hole card."

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"

Five loud dragon chants resounded through the sky, and the phantom of the five-headed dragon appeared behind Wang Hao.

"Five bloodlines!"

The exclamation resounded through the martial arts arena, and the people on the arena got up one after another, with shocked expressions on their faces.

The elder of Lei Ming Mansion's fingers were trembling, he finally understood where Lei Qing's intuition not to have an affair with Wang Hao came from.

"So it's not the same name, it's really him!"

The prestige of the blood of the five dragons has already spread throughout the fourth heaven in the battle of ten sons who broke the game, but everyone thought that Wang Hao had already been taken to the seventh heaven by the Supreme, so they didn't associate the two together.

"No wonder it's so powerful, it's actually the top ten who broke the game!"

Neither Wang Hao nor the god of death paid attention to the discussion on the martial arts platform. The god of death looked at the five dragons behind Wang Hao and sneered deeply: "Has it increased to five? It really opened my eyes." ah!"

He paused, and raised the ink-like sword in his hand.

"However, no matter how much you have grown over the years, you will never be my opponent. You will definitely die today!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Hao's mouth, and an evil light appeared in his eyes.

"If your mouth could kill, I would have been blown to death by you several times!"

Wang Hao's sarcasm made the eyes under the death mask even colder.

He slowly raised the sword in his hand, his demonic energy soaring to the sky.

"Swallow!"

The sword fell silently, as if the sound of the whole world had disappeared.

The black sword fell slowly, and the next moment, the martial arts platform under Wang Hao's feet turned into dust and disappeared.

"what?!"

Wang Hao was taken aback and hurried into the air.

The sword of death is infinitely powerful, but it has no power, and it is used to deal with Wang Hao.

This sword just destroyed the martial arts arena.

Wang Hao asked, "What are you doing?"

The god of death under the mask smiled coldly.

"What to do? If you look down, don't you know?"

Hearing this, Wang Hao looked down, and saw a faint glimmer of light under the ruined competition stage.

"what is this?"

Just when Wang Hao was about to activate the Eye of the True Dragon to find out, the light under the competition stage became even brighter.

This is a... Formation!
Wang Hao, a master-level seal talisman master, recognized several key seal talismans that make up the formation at a glance.

"Gathering spirits?"

Wang Hao's heart skipped a beat, and only then did he realize that the air around him contained abundant energy.

It is the origin force released by the participating warriors in the martial arts competition.

Wang Hao quickly figured everything out, and he said in a deep voice: "It turns out that you are the mysterious person who stole the Zihe Chariot from the Artifact Refining Association, and you also secretly planned this martial arts competition. battle and absorb their energy."

"It's really smart," the God of Death praised, "The formation I want to operate requires the purest elemental force, even if it is extracted from the elemental crystal, it is not qualified, and you, the strong in the spiritual realm, have accumulated a lot of energy through practice. The original force is very suitable."

"A formation to operate?"

Wang Hao's pupils constricted, he ignited the Eye of the True Dragon, and suddenly discovered that there were other formations hidden under the Spirit Gathering Formation.

Most importantly, it was not the first time he had seen this hidden formation.

"Magic Sacrifice Formation!"

The last time I saw the Demon Sacrifice Formation was in the underground of Yunfeng City. Ling Tingfeng killed nearly a hundred geniuses at the Heavenly Martial Realm in exchange for the power of the six great demon kings of the abyss.

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and asked, "Why do you know this formation?!"

"Hehehehe..." Death laughed loudly, "Why? I thought this formation was originally prepared for me!"

He reached out to grab the mask on his face and slowly took it off.

"It's you!"

(End of this chapter)