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The air is twisted because of this thorn, and the wind is surging, just like a god given sword, winding on the edge of Lin Hao's sword.

Thunder burst out from his fingertips, followed the footsteps of the wind, with a dazzling electric fire deep into the poor head.

The cyan flame burst out. Before the blood flowed out, it had been evaporated by the amazing high temperature. The pain roared, and the head smashed to the ground. The originally golden pupils had been stained with blood. They twisted their bodies like crazy, trying to throw Lin Hao down.

But the other side clenched the handle of the sword in his hand, steadied himself, pushed the tip of the sword desperately, and stabbed the poor skull inch by inch.

The emperor also raised his long and short swords. The short swords cut the skin and flesh of the poor, while the long swords stabbed down with the burning flame. The blood and flesh were burnt black, which made the poor throw his face and tail and slap him painfully on his back. The air was full of the smell of burning skin and flesh and the roar of anger.

The soldiers of the imperial dynasty and the experts of the Martial emperor also bled his limbs, and his red hair fell all over the ground, which completely lost his majestic appearance.

Lin Hao's sword is hard to penetrate, but his body is too big and thick. Even if Lin Hao infuses spiritual power, he can only hurt his skin and flesh, and can't pierce his skull.

If the previous Lingqing gun was still there, it might be able to pierce the beast's head at this time, but now the weapon in hand just can't support it, let alone seriously hurt the beast.

Up to now, it's just a waste of time and number of people with it. Apart from cutting off its wings, this poor man has not been seriously injured.

The deeper the sword stabbed in Lin Hao's hand, as long as he didn't touch the real key of qiongqi, there was no way to kill it, and the emperor was the same. Although his cultivation had reached the second level of Wudi, he couldn't split the sword wind ten meters high and cut it off. He could only give it wounds and expect its blood to run out.

He frowned tightly and wanted to carry the spirit power again, but Lin Hao had already pulled out his sword, and his feet were in the air a little, and he fell to the ground.

The emperor also flew to the ground, and the two men's spiritual power came out at the same time, shaking away more than half of the soldiers under qiongqi's body. Before those people could get up and charge again, the behemoth in front of them fell on the ground, and their backs were close to the ground, and they started to roll madly.

For a moment, all the people were flying sand and stones in front of them. The poor people didn't want the dignity of fighting any more. With their huge body, they were fluttering on the ground, which not only made people dare not get close to it, but also blocked the wound with soil and dust. It was also an unclean hemostasis treatment for themselves.

It takes advantage of Lin Hao's distraction to protect the soldiers, and opens its thighs to devour those left alone who have no time to leave, desperately absorbing the spiritual power in the human body, in an attempt to restore its own strength.

No matter how powerful Lin Hao is, he can't protect everyone.

And poor strange has lost his sense, never raised his head, dead pressure on the ground, four claws are pushing the body to crawl around, tail also swing non-stop, caught people put into his mouth.

There are millions of people in this mountain, but it's useless to eat the weak ones. They are even dissatisfied with their teeth.