But at this time Ding Hao laughed, attracting everyone's attention.
No one is a fool, everyone can hear the ridicule and ridicule.
"Who are you? How dare you speak for this witch? Turn your back? Huh, isn't what I said to Master Yue not the truth?" The tall, thin and powerful man from the Southern Wilderness pointed at Ding Hao and angrily said: " You must be an accomplice of this witch!"
"What a big hat!" Ding Hao's smile gradually faded, and he said coldly: "I'm just an unknown person. I just can't stand you so-called seniors who talk nonsense to frame a weak and weak person. Just a girl!”
"presumptuous!"
"How dare you, who are you to speak for the witch here?"
"What qualifications do you have to speak on this occasion, a weak and pitiful creature? Huh, who brought you in? Where are the elders of your family?"
On the surface, Ding Hao's strength seems to be only at the level of King Wu. Theoretically speaking, he is not enough to appear here by relying on his own strength. The only explanation is that someone with outstanding strength brought him here.
"When did telling the truth depend on strength?" Ding Hao sneered: "According to your logic, does it mean that as long as you have enough strength, you can reverse right and wrong?"
"You... hum, I won't argue with you, kid. If you don't want to die, just get out of here." The tall and thin man in Nanhuang choked, and a sinister look flashed deep in his eyes. He had obviously moved. Murderous intention.
"Little baby, you were deceived by the beauty of this enchantress. I don't blame you this time. Please step back." A strong martial artist who had been silent for a long time flashed his eyes and said: "This is about the fate of the human race, not What you know is that no matter what you say today, you won't be able to let this wicked evil woman take away the artifact."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves.
An extremely powerful force suddenly surged out and surged towards Ding Hao.
When other people saw this, they showed expressions of gloating.
Now that a strong person in the Martial Saint realm has spoken, it is tantamount to defining this matter, and everything is doomed.
But in the next moment, the expressions on all the faces froze.
Instead of retreating, Ding Hao stood on the spot. With a slight stroke of the rusty long sword in his hand, an invisible force surged out, like a mainstay, which actually wiped out this strong man in the martial arts realm. With such force, Shengsheng is divided into two parts from the middle.
His figure didn't even sway.
Only the corner of Yue Tianxing's mouth twitched. He had personally seen Ding Hao fight one against four, entangled the four demon saints, and knew that this seemingly weak young man actually had extremely terrifying power and should not be underestimated.
"Huh?" A strange expression flashed across the face of the middle-aged martial saint who took action, and he immediately regained his composure. He spoke condescendingly and lectured in the tone of an elder: "I have underestimated you, young man. You have such strength. We should contribute to the fate of the human race, so why are we so stubborn that we protect this witch who deceives our master and destroys our ancestors?"
"Human race's luck? Hahaha, that's really ridiculous," Ding Hao said with disdain: "You keep talking about human race's luck. You, a mere saint-level warrior, know what real luck is? If you are really greedy in your heart, If hypocrites who appear to be upright and righteous come to influence the destiny of the human race, then the human race will really become extinct!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone changed their colors.
How much courage does it take to accuse a martial saint-level being to his face that he doesn't understand luck
It is simply the behavior of a madman!
Those who are qualified to say that there are saints in this way are probably only those five beings among the human race in the entire Endless Continent.
This young man is truly crazy.
On the other hand, the stunning girl Yu Jue, who had been looking at the scene in front of him with a sneer, finally revealed a strange color in her beautiful eyes. She looked at Ding Hao in surprise. In the depths of her eyes, the trace of vigilance and wariness slowly disappeared. , looking at Ding Hao, his eyes finally became softer.
"presumptuous!"
The middle-aged Martial Saint finally found it difficult to remain calm and said angrily: "You were bewitched by that witch, and you are so poisoned that you are hopeless. Today I will take care of your elders and discipline you!"
As he said that, he flicked his hand.
A huge green palm print, like the palm of a god, appeared above Ding Hao's head and pressed down irresistibly, intending to directly suppress Ding Hao.
The stunning girl in the distance raised her hand and was about to forcefully stop it...
But at this moment—
The rusty sword in Ding Hao's hand suddenly burst out with terrifying power.
I saw the rust stains on it flying away from the sword body. The sword body was shining brightly, and a tyrannical and suffocating taboo power slowly emerged. In the whole space, a sudden chill filled the air, even for those who were in the realm of Emperor Wu. The strong ones felt the dry cold that stung their skin.
This is…
No less powerful than the realm of a saint.
Before the long sword shook, the power fluctuations that erupted from it directly shattered the huge green divine palm seal that was suppressing it.
Everyone suddenly changed color, as if struck by lightning.
What power is this
That sword...
The smiles on the faces of Yue Tianxing and the tall, thin and powerful man from the Southern Wilderness who were still sneering suddenly solidified.
Especially Yue Tianxing, his heart was in a state of shock, and he was indescribably shocked. He had already figured out Ding Hao's background, and he had already looked up to Ding Hao. But who knew that in that terrifying battle against the four demon saints just now? , this young man, he has not yet used his real trump card!
"He is... Ding Hao?"
"Ding Hao? That genius who comes from the Northern Territory and caused chaos in the entire Middle-earth China some time ago?"
"It's really him. That rusty sword contains terrifying power!"
"? It's actually him... This is a guy whose cultivation level is low, but his real combat power is absolutely comparable to that of a saint!"
Someone recognized Ding Hao's identity.
The crowd was suddenly in an uproar.
All the attention had been focused on the artifact before. Being attracted by this treasure, all eyes were on the stunning girl Yu Jue. Now that he reacted, he realized that the young man who had been standing in the corner with a look of embarrassment , is also a Bodhisattva that cannot be offended!
Sword madman!
The weight of these four words is really not light!
Some people also remembered that the person who killed the Jackal Demon Saint Tiansha outside the final temple was also the young man in front of them, but it was his incarnation of the powerful and powerful person who showed himself in the form of a divine beast. At that time, the temple The door began to open again, and many people's minds were focused on the temple artifacts, so they didn't pay too much attention.
Now calculated, this young man has already killed the demon saint, and he is really enough to stand up to the absolute powerhouse in the saint realm.
That time, the sword technique was used, and the power of a broken sword was unparalleled.
But this time, the power of the sword he displayed was not weaker than the power of the broken sword before.
Sure enough, it is a combination of swords and swords!
There is no false person under the great reputation.
He looks like a young man of only ten years old, more like a humble scholar. How did he practice? His methods are so good. The rusty sword and broken knife in his hand are not weak. A forbidden weapon for a divine weapon, right
Some of the strong men who had been making noises and yelling at Ding Hao now looked embarrassed and quickly stopped talking.
It is best not to mess with such a young murderer. Even if you are not weaker than him now, he is still young. How far will such a young prodigy-level genius grow in the future
Maybe hundreds or thousands of years later, one of the supreme beings in this world will be him.
The potential is the most terrifying thing about the young man in front of him.
No one wants to mess with a lurking dragon.
What's more, according to rumors, this young man is likely to be a descendant from the largest holy land of the human race in the Northern Territory. This identity is even more extraordinary. Even if all the powerful saints present are added together, it is not enough in front of him. look.
Some people murmured in their hearts, Damn, this guy is so ruthless and has such a big background. He has been holding back and not talking before. It's really too shady.
The middle-aged Martial Saint who had said the harsh words before had a familiar expression and finally stopped taking action.
"How about it? Do you want to teach me a lesson for my elders? And that skinny guy from Nanhuang who doesn't care about life and death. I think you want to kill me. Come on, let's practice..." Ding Hao sneered and said to that Nanhuang guy. The tall and thin man challenges.
The latter's face looked like a bamboo pole, and he lowered his head in embarrassment and did not dare to look at Ding Hao.
Ding Hao slowly controlled the withdrawal of the Prison Ice Xuan Qi.
The bright silver light on the rusty sword gradually disappeared, and the flying rust gradually returned to the sword body. The long sword once again turned into a rusty appearance. No one could tell that before a few breaths, it burst out. A power that makes even saints fearful.
This time, activating the Rusty Sword was not a complete activation, but it also consumed one-third of Ding Hao's Lower Dantian Prison Ice Xuan Qi. It was really a risky move.
Now he only has one chance to activate the rusty sword.
As for the magic sword... I am afraid that within half a month, Ding Hao will not be able to activate it again, because the flame profound energy in the Dantian in his chest has been consumed too much, and he can no longer fully activate the magic sword again.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
The old Taoist with white hair and childish face who had not spoken until now sang a promise, breaking the somewhat awkward and quiet atmosphere, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Donor Ding. I have heard about the peerless grace of Ding Hao, the genius of the Northern Territory, but I didn't expect that he is so young and a poor Taoist temple. Xingzi, these donors here are..."
The old Taoist is a strong man in the realm of saints. He doesn't know what he is planning. He has a kind face and is very patient in introducing the people around him.
The middle-aged martial saint came from Luo Guantian.
There is also a sickly old man with a dark complexion and a face like the bottom of a pot, named Wei Wubing, but he is a Supreme Elder from the Wuji Sect of China in the Middle Earth, and his cultivation is in the realm of a saint.