Update time: 2013-09-27
For such a super sect, although a disciple of King Wu like Duan De is not the most outstanding genius in the sect, the sect still has high hopes for him to be selected into this quota. Although Ning Huxiao had never had a good impression of this lustful bearded man, he didn't want to see him die.
His legs were broken, and there was a life-extending magic medicine that could still heal him. It was like letting Duan De, a pervert, suffer once and learn a lesson. He might be a little more restrained in the future, but the man's vagina was stepped on in public. This is a severe humiliation to the whole thing.
Ning Huxiao couldn't bear it.
"Is it enough?" Ding Hao looked back at Ximen Qianxue and asked, "Senior Sister Qianxue, do you think it's enough? Why do I still feel so angry?"
Saying that, without waiting for Ximen Qianxue to answer, she suddenly stepped out with both feet.
Click!
Click!
There were two more sounds of bones breaking.
"Oh... Ho ho... Ah..." Duan De bowed his waist like a prawn out of water. He could not speak a word because of the severe pain, because his hands, like his knees, were also completely numb. Ding Hao stepped on it and turned into minced meat and bone foam...
The disciples all trembled.
Things happened so fast that they were too shocked to react.
This pretty boy who came out of nowhere was so arrogant. In front of so many people, he dared to be so presumptuous and use such calm and bloody methods. They couldn't help but overlap the image of Ding Hao and Ning Huxiao. The latter was also a cruel man known for his violence and murder.
Such people are all crazy.
"Spare me... save me... I... no..." Duan De's mouth looked like a fish that was about to suffocate.
Perhaps at this moment, he finally began to regret in his heart, and the boundless fear overwhelmed him like a tide. If he was given another chance, he vowed that he would never have the slightest thought about the woman named Ximen Qianxue again. , she must be treated as her own mother and grandmother.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.
At this time, Ning Huxiao finally took action.
"Death!" With a cruel cold snort, he sat on the chair and suddenly pointed his finger.
A burst of energy that splits the soul appears.
Four or five golden sword energy burst out from Ning Huxiao's fingers, piercing the void. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. In an instant, it had reached the position of Ding Hao's knees and palms. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was torn apart. The crack visible to the naked eye is extremely sharp, really like the void being torn apart with a trace that will never heal.
Traces of the sky!
Ding Hao had broken Duan De's legs and hands, and he would rather Hu Xiao break Ding Hao's hands and feet.
Treat others in their own way!
Ning Huxiao wanted Ding Hao's wails and screams to reverberate in this ancient city military station for three days and three nights, and he also wanted him to watch his senior sister being humiliated to death by the disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect before he died. , the reputation of the righteous path and the code of warriors, in the eyes of Ning Huxiao, who is a little perverted in his heart, are just ridiculous tricks to restrain the weak. Anyone who offends him, Ning Huxiao, will regret coming to this world.
He is very confident in his own strength.
Because through observation, he has been completely sure that Ding Hao's strength is only at the level of a great master. Under the suppression of Yuan Ming, he is even more pitifully weak. He is only slightly stronger. He should have practiced some kind of metal. The body method is not worth mentioning.
but-
Ding Hao's attitude was even more arrogant than him.
Without even looking, he slapped him casually.
Five clear transparent palm prints hit the sword energy, ding, ding, ding, like the sound of metal hitting each other. The four golden sword energy paused for a moment, then fell apart silently like fragile glass and flew upside down. go back.
Both of them moved too fast, like a fleeting glimpse.
It was not until this moment that the scream of the golden sword energy and the collision of fists and swords rang in everyone's ears. The sharp wind overflowed and swept away everyone's clothes and long hair.
The next moment, something no one expected happened -
The four or five disciples who were standing closest and who had worked hardest to cooperate with Duan De's laughter before could not react in time. The golden sword energy that shattered and flew backwards passed over their bodies. Their bodies suddenly froze, and they immediately understood something, and their faces A look of despair appeared, and before they could even scream out...
Bang bang bang bang bang! !
There was a sound like a balloon popping.
The bodies of these people exploded and fell apart in an instant, like fragile ceramic dolls, with blood and bones flying out!
Instant kill!
Let’s use Ning Huxiao’s sword energy to kill him instantly!
Almost subconsciously, all the disciples exclaimed and backed away.
In the past, these people were all powerful men in the outside world. They were the top young talents in Jianzhou. They were experienced in hundreds of battles and had abundant experience in the capital. However, today's situation is really too weird, and it is not what they expected. The disciples who can intervene and be killed in an instant are not much different from them in strength. In the face of real death, these arrogant sword cultivators are also afraid.
Ning Huxiao's face turned livid.
The sword energy he sent out was used by Ding Hao to instantly kill the Tongmen disciples. This was absolutely a shame and humiliation.
Slowly stood up from the chair, walked slowly, and stepped on the four unlucky guys who had escaped from the water prison before. There was a clicking sound, and the four people almost didn't even have time to scream. Ning Huxiao was trampled to pieces as soon as he came out, walking in a pool of blood and bones like a jade-faced Shura who was thirsty for bloodshed. The sinister smile on his face was as chilling as a bone scraper.
"It's really uncreative." Ding Hao looked at Ning Huxiao for the first time, his expression full of disdain: "When I step on others, you also step on others. What I step on is your junior brother, but what you step on is someone I disdain and despise. Coward, even if they die and turn into scum, what does it have to do with me? You are my senior brother, Ning Huxiao, right? Tsk tsk, it’s better to be famous than to meet in person, this IQ is really pitiful!"
Ning Huxiao's face instantly became ferocious and deformed.
Others also looked at Ding Hao with dumbfounded eyes.
It's too scary. This pretty boy's mouth is too poisonous. Even a clay figure would be so angry that he would jump up, right? Even if Senior Brother Ning Huxiao has a good temper, he will probably burst into flames from anger, not to mention that he has never been a good-tempered person.
"You're looking for death!" Ning Huxiao's nose was filled with white air.
Ding Hao didn't care: "Come and try!"
"I will make your death very painful, very painful, I swear!" Ning Huxiao approached step by step, his momentum rising crazily, like a demon lord escaping from hell, with tangible golden mist condensed on his body. It felt suffocating around me. Every time I stepped on the ground, it seemed that the entire ancient city military station would tremble.
"There's so much nonsense, it's boring." Ding Hao looked back at Qin Keyi and said, "Remember what you just said."
Then, before Qin Keyi could react, he saw Ding Hao take out the giant sword and scimitar from the ring. They were weapons made from the giant white bone club and the horns of the heavenly sword. They were more than ten meters long. He can only drag it in his hand, and the somewhat funny contrast gives people an indescribable visual shock.
"Senior Sister Ximen, let's see how I vent my anger on you!"
After saying these words, Ding Hao's figure instantly disappeared on the spot.
There was a white stream of light flashing.
boom!
"So fast!" Ning Huxiao was shocked. He could only barely catch the trajectory of the stream of light. He felt as if a mountain was crashing into him. He subconsciously moved his hands to his chest to protect himself, feeling a surge of vitality. The power came, and his body shook violently. He flew out like a fly that was swatted away, and hit the foundation stone of the hall in the distance hard, causing a human shape to collapse on the wall.
Boom!
Debris fell.
Ding Hao grinned and did not pursue.
"Seven Mysterious Slash·Horizontal Slash!"
The giant sword and scimitar slashed out to the left and right sides at the same time, instantly crushing the air and space within a radius of twenty meters. The pale white light was colorful, like the summons of the god of death. This is an unreasonable thing. His fighting style, the huge blade is longer than a human, and his target is other disciples.
Kill them all!
This is Ding Hao's purpose.
Ding Hao didn't want to be so cold-blooded.
No matter how angry he was, he only wanted to kill the first culprit. He never thought of going on a killing spree. He didn't want to become a violent murderer.
But after coming to the ground, what he saw and heard, whether it was the words of Duan De or Ning Huxiao, completely aroused Ding Hao's murderous intention. A glimpse of the leopard can also reveal the truth. Such a cold-blooded degenerate does not take the life dignity of his fellow warriors seriously. There is no need for our sect to exist in this world!
The more angry Ding Hao gets, the calmer his expression becomes. When he is expressionless, it means that the God of Death has opened his arms. The anger in his heart needs to be vented at this moment!
So, all die!
Amidst the shouts of exclamation, the disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect were shocked and angry. They all made moves to dodge and resist the giant sword that was cutting in the middle.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength is too obvious.
If it were in the outside world, Ding Hao would naturally not be able to crush so many strong men in the Martial King realm at the same time. Especially the methods of Jianzhou sword cultivators are mysterious and unpredictable. Various ancient and inherited combat skills have been refined over time, and many of them have the challenge of leapfrogging. Power, but it is a pity that in this ancient city military station full of the original inscription's suppressive power, the Martial Kings were suppressed under the Innate Martial Sect, as if they had changed from adults to children again, but Ding Hao's strength was only slightly reduced.
What's more, the suppressed profound energy cultivation is not the strength.
After the fusion half a month ago, Ding Hao's power has been greatly improved and has reached the high-level Martial King realm. It is also possible to rival the strength of a strong Martial King realm. He is simply a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
Poof!
Blood splattered.
On the spot, four or five people had their weapons cut off, their protective Xuan Qi chopped into pieces, and then they were cut in half directly at the waist.
Although there were six or seven people who reluctantly took Ding Hao's blow, they were knocked away by the terrifying power contained in the giant blade, with blood spurting from their mouths and incredible looks on their faces.
"Damn it!"
Ning Huxiao flashed his light and rushed toward Ding Hao like crazy.
Golden sword light condensed all over his body, like an angry golden metal hedgehog. The violent sword energy opened white thin marks on the ground. The brilliance was unbearable, as dazzling as the sun, a tyrannical and sure-kill force. Sword cultivation combat skills are being brewed.
but-
"Get back!"
Ding Hao's body rotated, the huge weapon pushed away the air, and struck Ning Huxiao's body hard and hard.
The giant sword bent a little for an instant, and then flicked Ning Huxiao directly away.
boom!
This senior brother once again flew out involuntarily and hit the foundation outside the hall. The same human shape collapsed as before, but this time he hit deeper!
Although his Xuan Qi cultivation was suppressed, Ning Huxiao still had the middle-level Xuan Qi cultivation of King Wu to protect his body. Such a collision would not cause any injury to him, but being slapped away continuously was just a slap in the face. Only then did he realize that the pretty boy opposite him was not just a little bit tyrannical, but too **** tyrannical!
Since his debut, Ning Huxiao has traveled across Jianzhou. He knows how many geniuses can use a long sword. He has never seen anyone who can cultivate the power to such a terrifying level!
Even many strong men in the Martial Emperor realm may not have such terrifying power, right
Because throughout the Endless Continent, Xuan Qi cultivation is regarded as the true representative of power. The inheritance of martial arts from ancient times to the present, and various combat skills inspired by Xuan Qi have the ability to destroy the world. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot use combat skills. , unable to call upon the vitality and laws of heaven and earth, it is just inferior in the end.
Therefore, many powerful people spend 70 to 80% of their energy on cultivating Xuan Qi.
As for? To choose a golden body method, as long as it can keep up with the pace of Xuanqi cultivation and accommodate one's own Xuanqi.
But in today's environment, the power completely crushed him.
"Ah..." A scream came.
Some more disciples were mercilessly killed by Ding Hao.
Fear spread uncontrollably like a plague.
When the usually invincible sword cultivators found that their weak strength could not withstand the blow of that huge weapon, all their pride and arrogance disappeared, and they became as panicked as the objects they had hunted. At a loss.
"The Sky-Splitting Sword Formation...deploy the Sky-Splitting Sword Formation and strangle him!"
Someone yelled wildly.
Only then did the remaining disciples react.
The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was heard continuously.
The figures of the remaining thirty disciples were constantly changing positions like streams of light. A cold sword intention to kill all the people slowly spread from all around, trying to tear the sky apart, soaring into the sky, surrounding Ding Hao. middle!