Destiny Martial God

In front of the west gate of Jianlou!

After making an angry threat, Zhuo Yucheng directly used his big hand condensed with Yuanli and soul power to crush Yu Haoran to death.

After all, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was not the young hero he was known for, so Yu Haoran was definitely not strong.

Just when Zhuo Yucheng used his Yuan Power and Soul Power to condense his big hand, Yu Haoran silently thought that the countdown was over. He suddenly took a step forward and quickly struck with a heavy punch. While shattering the big hand in an instant, the power of the fist was not reduced at all. It hit Zhuo Yucheng hard on the head.

Under Zhuo Chengyu's unbelievable gaze, his entire head was completely blasted into countless pieces of meat.

After using Yuan Li to throw the splattered blood, brains, and Zhuo Yucheng's body hundreds of meters out of the sword tower, Yu Haoran sat cross-legged in front of the west gate with his knees bent, waiting for the sword tower to reopen.

"Even the deacon of Yuxu Palace dared to kill him. Where did this kid come from?" Looking at the headless body thrown out of the sword tower, among the people at the peak, there was a Martial Saint who knew Yuxu Palace very well. The third-level peak expert asked himself with a stunned look on his face.

"This person is Yu Haoran from the Baichi Sect, a second-rate sect in the Southern Region. He studied under Qingyun Peak Wuwei Sword Master Feng Qingyun."

Just when everyone was asking each other about Yu Haoran's origins, a voice introduced Yu Haoran's origins suddenly sounded from the top of the mountain.

"Who, who, who was speaking just now?"

The inexplicable sound of introduction immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the peak, but after everyone asked back and forth, no one at the scene stood up and admitted.

However, what no one noticed was that among the crowd on the west side of the peak, a middle-aged man in his forties and wearing a gray robe was looking down at the bluestone at his feet.

But there was strong hatred in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Yu Haoran, not only did you kill my wife and son, but you also forced me to give up my position as the leader of the sect and become a lost dog. This is something I, Zhao Ji, will never forget."

Eyes full of hatred were staring at the bluestone at his feet, and the middle-aged man's heart was filled with overwhelming hatred.

That's right, the person who just deliberately changed his voice to reveal Haoran's origin was none other than Zhao Ji, the former sect owner who escaped from the Baichi Gate.

Using the insidious means of deceiving his cousin, Zhao Ji successfully escaped from behind the Baichi Gate and went directly to the Tianxiang Pavilion branch in Xianyang City.

Originally, he thought that with his cultivation at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor, he deserved the attention of Tianxiang Pavilion, and they would definitely send strong men to help him regain the throne of the sect leader.

But what he never expected was that Tianxiang Pavilion not only rejected his request on the spot, but also pursued Tianxiang Pavilion for its losses after the mission failed.

If it weren't for the special relationship between him and Jiang Yan, the deputy master of Tianxiang Pavilion, he might not have been able to leave the branch of Tianxiang Pavilion in Xianyang City alive.

And all of this was brought to him by Yu Haoran, which made his hatred for Haoran reach an undying level.

However, as Yu Haoran's reputation grew, Zhao Ji sadly discovered that his desire for revenge became increasingly dim.

Especially some time ago, after Yu Haoran single-handedly killed eleven quasi-exalted beasts in the Hengduan Mountains under the witness of the rules of heaven, he knew that he alone would be unable to kill his enemy even if he died.

Therefore, he planned to leave the Southern Territory and go to the Central Territory to see if he could join a first-class sect, and then use the powerful strength of the first-class sect to help him destroy Yu Haoran.

But what he didn't expect was that during his short rest at Shuangniu Mountain, he not only unexpectedly saw Yu Haoran, but also saw him killing Zhuo Yucheng, the deacon of Yuxu Palace.

He knew his hope was coming!

If he secretly went to Yuxu Palace to report the news, he would not only be able to kill Yu Haoran with the help of the strong men in Yuxu Palace, but he would also have great hope of joining Yuxu Palace.

Although his status will not be very high, he can at least be able to gain a foothold in the central domain, and there is even hope that he can regain his throne as the leader of the Hundred Foot Sect with the help of the power of Yuxu Palace.

However, in order to prevent Yu Haoran from denying it, he must take the risk of exposing Haoran's origins.

In this case, in full view of the public, Yu Haoran would not be able to deny the guilt of killing Deacon Zhuo Yucheng.

When everyone's attention returned to the opening sword tower, Zhao Ji quietly left Shuangniu Mountain and went straight to the Yuxu Palace in the central region.

...!

Sitting cross-legged at the west gate of the sword tower with his knees bent, Yu Haoran slowly closed his eyes and separated his consciousness into two parts.

One consciousness is used to recall the understanding of swordsmanship in the previous life, and the other consciousness is used to look through all the swordsmanship and martial arts collected during this period, and increase one's accumulation of swordsmanship so that one can improve one's swordsmanship through the sword tower. for.

Time passes by minute by minute!

An hour later, as the light on the fifty-third floor east of the Sword Tower dimmed, a strong man at the peak of the ninth-grade Martial Saint walked out of the south gate of the Sword Tower with an excited expression.

As if he didn't see the crowd paying attention to him at the peak, the strong man at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint directly used his extreme speed to quickly return to the inn he rented in Youniu City, and began to realize the gains in the sword tower.

After another twenty minutes, as the light on the fifty-seventh floor in the north of the sword tower dimmed, a strong man who was also at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint walked out of the south gate of the sword tower with the same excitement, and then quickly Return to the inn in Youniu City.

Less than three minutes later, as the light on the 60th floor on the west side of the Sword Tower dimmed, a powerful man in the realm of a first-tribulation quasi-martial master walked out of the south gate of the Sword Tower with his eyebrows furrowed.

But he did not leave the peak immediately. Instead, he found a green rock on the peak, and then sat cross-legged on the green rock, and began to study the things that puzzled him just now.

The actions of the first-tribulation quasi-martial master made the faces of the people on the peak look ugly instantly.

Because this means that after the first-tribulation quasi-martial master figured out the confusion in his heart, he will definitely choose to re-enter the Sword Tower, which means that there will be another lack of quota to enter the Sword Tower next.

Just after the three strong men who entered the Sword Tower left, the three sword gates in the east, west and north that were originally closed quickly opened.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Haoran stood up directly and stepped into the Sword Tower.

As a strange energy swept through the flesh, a sword slowly condensed in the air on the first floor of the Sword Tower, an ordinary iron sword.

He waved at the iron sword in the air, and the iron sword instantly flew into his hand.

After holding the iron sword and making a sword flower, Yu Haoran looked directly at the figure slowly condensing in front of him, a warrior condensed purely by energy, a swordsman with only the first-grade martial arts apprentice.

Taking a deep breath, and also controlling his own strength to the first-grade martial arts apprentice, Yu Haoran took the lead in launching an attack.

A stabbing style in the basic sword technique accurately hit the swordsman's heart.