Meng Hao galloped in this North Sea, speeding faster and faster. The Dan Sea inside his body was majestic. It didn't take long for him to faintly see the sky outside the lake. In an instant, he slammed his whole body and set off a large wave from the North Sea. Directly rush out.
Almost at the moment when Meng Hao rushed out, two sword lights flew out from different directions on the North Sea Lake between the whistling lights, and came straight to Meng Hao. When they were around Meng Hao, they fell under his feet. A sword whispered and floated beside it.
At the same time, the lake banged again, and Ding Xin's figure flew out suddenly. The moment he flew out, Ding Xin saw Meng Hao at a glance. His entire complexion changed drastically, revealing unbelievable meaning. He didn't. I thought, Meng Hao...he didn't die!
"This is impossible. Before the foundation-building period, no one can resist me paying the price of repairing after losing my life, and the sect's unique learning, purple energy, will come to the east!!" Ding Xin stared at Meng Hao firmly, and took a few steps back. Still can't believe that Meng Hao is still alive.
Or, he doesn’t want to believe it, because at this moment he is no longer in the 9th condensing layer, and even the condensing 8th layer is about to be unstable. As the chest injury is harder to heal, as the spiritual energy dissipates, I am afraid. After a while, he will fall by 80% and become the seventh layer of Qi Condensation.
Ding Xin's complexion paled immediately, but he was not Qian Shuihen and others. After seeing Meng Hao, although shocked, he woke up in a blink of an eye. Without hesitation, he turned and took a step forward, and the big leaf under his feet appeared instantly. Holding his body away in an instant, he fled without a fight.
He had to escape, he had already seen that Meng Hao's injuries had all recovered, and his cultivation level was more diligent than before, and at this moment, how could he not escape with five labors and seven injuries.
Meng Hao coldly watched Ding Xin go away quickly, and did not immediately pursue him, but lowered his head towards the Beihai below, earnestly clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
"This great grace, I will never forget it forever!" Meng Hao's voice was firmly cut. When he raised his head after speaking, his sleeves flicked, and a flying sword buzzed under his feet, turning into a Changhong who took him straight to Ding Xin and escaped. Direction chase.
"From now on, you are Meng's prey." Murderous intent was revealed in Meng Hao's eyes. After leaving the patron sect, apart from Shangguanxiu, this Ding Xin was the person Meng Hao strongly wanted to kill. He wanted to kill at this moment. Turning into a fine light in his eyes, he has never suffered such an injury since he has cultivated the Taoism, and even this is no longer considered an injury. He has... died once!
The cold light in his eyes was shining at this moment, and Meng Hao's speed was so fast that he left the area of the North Sea in an instant. After a stick of incense, he saw Ding Xin who was swallowing a pill because his cultivation base had fallen slowly in front of him.
Without a word, Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward. The wooden sword beside him flew out and went straight to Ding Xin. Ding Xin's expression changed drastically and he turned around suddenly. He knew the weirdness of Meng Hao's wooden sword. At this moment, he slapped the storage bag without hesitation, and suddenly the black longbow appeared, and after being pulled away quickly, he shot an arrow regardless of the aura's dissipation.
With a loud bang, the Nali Arrow collided with the wooden sword in the air. When the roar spread, the sharp arrow collapsed, and the impact caused Meng Hao's wooden sword to stop.
Meng Hao's face was expressionless, his right hand raised and pointed again when he was chasing, the wooden sword rushed out again, Ding Xin's face was pale, and he had to shoot another arrow.
The roar echoed, and the wooden sword came again.
Bloodshot appeared in Ding Xin's eyes. How could he fail to understand that this is Meng Hao's revenge. At this moment, the other party's purpose is to spend his own cultivation level and let himself die from exhaustion.
But after his cultivation base fell to the 9th floor, he was even more injured. He was already in a weak position at the moment, and he was shocked by the power of the wooden sword. He no longer possesses the power of the past, and even after Ding Xin shot the sixth arrow, his body shook suddenly and his face was pale. At this moment, his cultivation base was about to fall from the eighth layer of condensing gas to the seventh layer of condensing gas. Floor.
The cultivation base stagnated, and the wooden sword came in an instant, passing through Ding Xin's chest. The blood was not the point, but the blood was still set off. Ding Xin screamed, and when the blood spurted, he backed away in a hurry.
His body was trembling, and he clearly sensed that the spiritual energy in his body was dissipating from the sword wound at this moment. The shaky cultivation base immediately fell, from the eighth layer of condensing gas to the seventh layer of condensing gas!
This is not a drop in the real cultivation base, but the recovery of the spiritual energy in the body is not proportional to the consumption. With this continuous consumption, the spiritual energy is getting less and less, so it is equivalent to the seventh layer of condensing energy.
And even if Ding Xin swallowed the pill, the two sword creations on his body also had the effect of dispersing spirits, making it difficult for him to recover in a short time.
"You dare to kill me, Zi Yunzong will chase you for a hundred years and never die!" Ding Xin uttered a stern roar. At the moment, he screamed out, embarrassed, and when he was roaring, he screamed again and was caught by Meng Hao's wooden sword. Sweeping across the body, although not penetrating, a blood stain was drawn, making the spiritual energy dissipate faster.
"Meng has already died once." Meng Hao spoke lightly, his eyes indifferent, and raised his right hand and pointed again.
Time gradually passed, and it was only half an hour in the blink of an eye. During this half hour, Ding Xin’s screams continued to be heard. At this moment, his body was densely packed with nearly a hundred sword marks and blood was covered. Those wounds were not vital, but Such blood flow is enough to cause death.
Even if Ding Xin is a monk, he is still dizzy now, but all this is nothing compared to his inner panic. What he panicks is his body, as if it has become a sieve. The speed of terror dissipated.
Six layers of condensing gas, five layers of condensing gas, four layers of condensing gas...
With a bang, Ding Xin's body fell directly to the ground. He spouted blood and ran forward desperately. He was already unable to fly, and his cultivation level had fallen to the third level comparable to Qi Condensation.
"Meng Hao, if you kill me, you will die without a place to be buried in the future! I am a disciple of the Zi Yunzong inner sect. If I die, your entire country of Zhao will be implicated. You dare to kill me!" Ding Xin trembled, Qiang Enduring the fear, blood spurted again.
Meng Hao grabbed Ding Xin's large flying leaf, said nothing, pointed his right hand, and the wooden sword flew straight out to Ding Xin again.
After a stick of incense, Ding Xin fell into the jungle. At this moment, he could no longer see the appearance of a major disciple. He stared at the approaching Meng Hao, with a strong sense of spite in his eyes. The spite was even greater. He regrets deeply. He regrets that he shouldn't have the idea of seeing the other party's demonization in the previous pursuit, but that he should shoot and kill the other party at all costs.
"I should have killed you before!" Ding Xin gritted his teeth, his chest rising and falling, and it seemed that there was not much air in the air at this moment.
"You taught me this." Meng Hao put away the heart of continuing revenge, raised the sword in his hand, and Ding Xin's head flew up, blood was splashed, and the head fell not far away, rolling around, leaning against Under a big tree.
Still struggling, with unwillingness in his eyes, he is unwilling, because he is the ninth-level disciple of the Zi Yunzong Condensing Qi, because he is the next arrogant, because he is destined to build a foundation, once the foundation is built, he can become a purple luck One of Zong Tianjiao, famous for the Southern Region.
But now, he died in the remote country of Zhao, at the hands of Meng Hao, a monk who he thought was an ant.
Meng Hao closed his eyes and opened it after a long time. This was not the first time he had murdered, and he had no longer felt the emotions he had after the murder. He has already died once.
"The first time I saw Yan Ziguo that day, I should kill him, and everyone around him should kill him." Meng Hao showed a sense of decisiveness in his eyes. He found the root cause and tasted the one that was not decisively killed. Series consequences.
"I don't want to die a second time." Meng Hao lifted his right hand up and grabbed the void, and immediately Ding Xin's storage bag flew up. When he held it in his hand, his sleeve was flicked, and the fire python appeared covering Ding Xin's body. And the head quickly became a fly ash.
Meng Hao turned around and walked away.
It was the setting sun at this moment. As Meng Hao went away, snow fell in the sky again. This snow covered the footprints behind him and submerged the bloody temperature here. With Meng Hao, he went further and further.
"I am the snow in the cold winter, I can't get close to the summer, because summer... Snow will melt, that is not its world, not my world." Snow.