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Si Cheng an'er smiles and the purple bone fan knocks on his back.

"Kill him!"

All of a sudden, two figures came out directly, one red and one white in the air. The sword edge hit the skin, not only didn't pierce an inch, but also made a crisp sound. Lin Hao was shocked by the strength of the rebound.

At this time, although the strength to deal with only the peak Wuhuang Level 2, the physical strength has already surpassed the peak Wuhuang Level 2, and has reached the class like Lin Hao.

But a little pity flashed in the eyes of Sicheng Anle.

Although the medicine is powerful, it is based on people's own blood to enhance their strength. Once they are defeated, or the time for efficacy is over, they will lose their soul, not to mention their body.

Coping with this life is already water poured out at the moment, and it can't be saved any more.

Lin Hao thought that he would have no one to accompany him. Maybe he would have no one to kill?

But Sicheng Anle's heart is very clear. If Lin Hao is not a layman, he is a wanderer who doesn't want fame and wealth, and does everything by heart.

Today he has provoked him. If he loses any chance in the future, he will surely retaliate for what he has done today. It's better to start early and pull out this time bomb in advance.

At this time, the whole front hall has been completely empty. Like a frightened hen, all the geniuses are crowded in the corner of the front hall for fear that they will be involved in the battle with Lin Haodong.

But wangtianlou is worthy of being appointed by the crown prince. Lin Hao has a lot to do with him. None of the tables, chairs and benches in wangtianlou is broken.

The two figures were almost scared of the speed and power in the air.

The light red figure seems to be suppressing the white figure all the time. In the air, there is only a tinkling sound, but not a drop of blood drops down. Although the white robed boy is not stained with blood, he is not as stable as before. His breath is constantly hovering on the top throne, which makes people confused.

But Sicheng Anle didn't look relaxed.

That pill has raised the power to deal with it to a higher level. It's a killing skill to deal with me since I was in primary school. It can't have taken so long to finish the battle.

The outcome of the game is obviously uncertain.

But sitting at the table all the time, the old man in purple, who never intervened, stirred up a smile and knocked his fingers on the table. Suddenly he stood up and sighed, "it's over."

With the end of his words, a red and a white figure suddenly separated in the air. The young man in white stepped on the table with high morale. Although his chest kept undulating, his breath was not disordered, and there was no wound on his whole body.

But it has changed the way it used to be, even more rickety than before. The skin is blue gray, the chest is no longer undulating, the eyes are wide open, there is still a trace of blood left in the corner of the mouth, and the breath is gone.

For a moment, the whole front hall was quiet, and Sicheng Anle completely lost his calmness. The purple bone fan was directly broken by him, and the people next to him did not dare to say a word, for fear that he might get moldy.