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Chapter 1580 Primordial Star (6)

The silver needles, which were blocked by the golden defensive cover, retreated quickly to Wang Rong's side as if they had been summoned by some kind, and spun around to form a huge silver defensive circle to block the sharp attack of the Qingfeng sword.

Zhao Hu saw that his Qingfeng sword was blocked by the silver defensive circle around Wang Rong's body, he frowned involuntarily, and snorted coldly, the movements in his hands accelerated, and the huge qi in his body continuously added the power of the Qingfeng sword. superior.

All of a sudden, the Qingfeng Sword, which was originally cold, was instantly wrapped in a layer of icy cold air, with a sharp light, cutting off a large number of silver needles abruptly, breaking through the silver defensive circle outside Wang Rong, and heading towards the other side. On the beautiful body, he was beheaded and killed.

When the silver defensive circle outside the body was defeated, Wang Rong's expression changed involuntarily, she let out a cry of surprise, and quickly cast her body skills, leaving the spot like lightning, dodging the killing blow of Qingfeng Sword, With a pale face, he pulled out a soft sword from his body, pointed at Zhao Hu, and angrily reprimanded loudly: "You forced me to do this, see how I can tear you apart to vent my hatred!"

Hearing Wang Rong's murderous words, Zhao Hu sneered, and said lightly: "If you have the ability, you can come here! Let me see what ability you have, and chop me into pieces! Also, your last Please pray that you can die directly under my sword, otherwise, I don't mind stripping you and hanging you on the ring for everyone to watch."

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, Wang Rong's already pale face became even more pale and bloodless, and she said angrily, "Bastard! Take your life!"

As soon as Wang Rong's voice fell, she saw his figure move, holding the soft sword in his hand, charging towards Zhao Hu's side like lightning, and in the process of charging, he kept waving the soft sword in his hand, sending out a A fierce sword light, with a bloodthirsty light that chooses and devours people, slashed towards Zhao Hu's body.

Faced with Wang Rong's dozens of sharp sword lights, Zhao Hu's expression remained unchanged. After waving the Qingfeng sword in his hand a few times, he saw dozens of sword lights with a chilling air. The bloodthirsty sword light that was sent to Wang Rong met with him in mid-air, making a violent explosion sound, and then turned into a little bit of starlight together, disappearing between the sky and the earth.

Looking at Zhao Hu and Wang Rong, who were fighting in full swing, the crowd watching the battle couldn't help but exclaimed loudly: "The Silver Needle Witch is an elite among the peak powerhouses of the golden core period! She was actually blocked by that kid! She is still in the Downwind is really incredible!"

"Who says it's not! From my point of view, Zhao Hu might really be able to surprise us. He has been undefeated for six consecutive days and has the qualifications to challenge the Lord of the City!"

"What are you kidding! This is just an appetizer! Although our Cloud City is not ranked high among many small cities, we still have a lot of strong people at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, and among them are those who can compete with the Nascent Soul Stage. There are quite a few strong players at the peak of the golden core period, although Zhao Hu is powerful, but it is not impossible for him to stick to it for six days without losing a game!"

"That's right, this is just the beginning. Many real powerhouses are still practicing outside the city, or dealing with their own affairs in various corners. If they don't, they won't get the information about Zhao Hu's challenge. Once they get the information, rush here, Then Zhao Hu's challenge is almost over!"

"This is not necessarily the case! You must know that both the White-haired Sword Demon and the Silver Needle Witch are masters in our Yuncheng. Even among the peak Golden Core stage powerhouses, their strength is also in the middle and upper reaches. Zhao Hu Since he can easily defeat the White-haired Sword Demon and hold the Silver Needle Witch under him, maybe he really has the qualifications to challenge the City Lord!"

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"Stop talking so much nonsense, Zhao Hu has no qualifications to challenge the city lord, let's just look at it, even if we discuss it for a day, there is no way to reach a result, it's better to honestly watch the battle from the sidelines and watch the excitement!"

After Wang Rong's bloodthirsty sword glow met Zhao Hu's white sword glow and disappeared together between heaven and earth, Zhao Hu's expression remained unchanged, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand danced rapidly, one after another with compelling The cold white sword lights lined up in a straight line and attacked Wang Rong one by one.

Facing hundreds of icy white sword glows, they lined up and shot towards him. Wang Rong couldn't help but stopped her flying body quickly, and put the soft knife in her hand. The sword dance kept on, sending out bloodthirsty sword glows one after another, defeating the white sword glows with a chilling air.

When Wang Rong defeated all the hundreds of white sword glows with a threatening cold air, and continued to move rapidly backwards, attacking Zhao Hu fiercely, he suddenly found a series of cold air, wantonly moving freely in his body , constantly destroying the meridians in his body, making it impossible for him to mobilize the true energy in his body normally.

It turned out that while Wang Rong kept waving bloodthirsty sword lights one after another, defeating hundreds of white sword lights with a threatening cold air, one after another of cold air quietly followed the bloodthirsty sword lights emitted by them, Entered into his body, lurked until the cold air accumulated to a huge amount, and then issued an order under Zhao Hu's order, causing Wang Rong to fall into great pain, unable to mobilize a trace of true energy normally. , can only be slaughtered by Zhao Hu.

After Wang Rong lost his combat power, Zhao Hu walked slowly to his side with a sneer on his face, and said lightly: "Although you offended me just now, since your strength is not bad, you have arrived to serve me. To be the standard of my slave, so I will give you a way out, let go of your spiritual power, and let me leave a spiritual imprint on your mind."

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, Wang Rong forcibly suppressed the pain caused by the wanton coldness in her body, and begged for mercy softly: "Young master, how about letting me serve you unconditionally for a hundred years like Sun Xin?"

Hearing Wang Rong's words, Zhao Hu's face turned cold, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand moved slightly, and immediately cut through the clothes on Wang Rong's chest, revealing a large piece of snow-white skin, and stuck the cold Qingfeng sword on the On his snow-white skin, he said lightly: "Don't negotiate with me, you only have two choices now, die or become my slave and serve me forever."

Hearing the murderous words in Zhao Hu's mouth, Wang Rong trembled all over, and begged for mercy: "My lord, please forgive me, I will let go of your spiritual power, and let you leave a spiritual imprint on my mind."

After finishing speaking, Wang Rong actively let go of her mental power and avoided her own mind, while Zhao Hu immediately released a huge and incomparable spiritual power, shooting towards Wang Rong's mind, wanting to Leaving a spiritual imprint in his mind, completely controlling his life and death.

When Zhao Hu released a huge amount of mental power and entered Wang Rong's mind, Wang Rong's serious coldness flashed, and he shouted loudly: "Bastard, go to hell!"

While roaring loudly, the huge spiritual power released by Wang Rong returned to his mind in an instant, and launched a fierce counterattack against the spiritual power that Zhao Hu had entered into his mind, intending to completely cut off Zhao Hu and the spiritual power in his mind. The connection of strength, which hit Zhao Hu hard.

However, what made Wang Rong feel desperate was that the huge spiritual power in her mind, in front of Zhao Hu's spiritual power, was as big as the gap between a firefly and the light of a bright moon, and it couldn't affect Zhao Hu's spiritual power at all. The slightest influence aroused Zhao Hu's fierceness.

Seeing that Wang Rong was planning to plot against him, Zhao Hu frowned, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he roared angrily, "Bitch, you want to die!"

As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, he saw the Qingfeng sword in his hand with a threatening cold air. He breathed out a lot of cold air, wrapped and frozen Wang Rong with a frightened face, and then a golden sword glow shot from his finger. With a lasing shot, Wang Rong, who had been frozen, suddenly shattered as the ice shattered, and countless pieces of the shattered city died tragically on the ring.

The audience in the audience saw Wang Rong, the Silver Needle Witch, who persisted on the ring for only 1 minute before being ruthlessly killed by Zhao Hu, opened her mouth involuntarily, and let out an unbelievable exclamation Hearing, many Jindan stage peak masters who originally wanted to challenge on stage immediately gave up their plan to challenge on stage after some careful consideration.

Although the hill-like high-level spirit stones are extremely precious, they can improve one's strength to a higher level, but if one's own strength is not as good as that of others, and one goes up to the stage to challenge, in delusion to obtain a large number of high-level spirit stones, isn't it a high-level spirit stone? If you can't get it, you will take your own life or freedom into it.

Therefore, in the face of the mighty Zhao Hu, many strong men at the peak of the golden core stage who were about to move, instantly gave up their plans to challenge on stage, and began to stand in the audience with peace of mind, waiting for other strong men to make a move, and started a fierce confrontation with Zhao Hu. I can observe the fighting methods of other Golden Core stage peak powerhouses, give myself more inspiration, improve my fighting methods, and greatly improve my fighting ability.

Standing on the solid and broad arena, Zhao Hu saw that no one continued to challenge on the stage. He knew that the audience in the audience had been intimidated by him, while the other strong players had not received the information yet, or had just After getting the information, I haven't had time to rush back, so no one dares to challenge on stage.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu walked to the edge of the ring, bowed his hands to the crowd of audience, and said loudly, "Is there anyone else up to challenge?"

(End of this chapter)