"At this time, at another time. Don't talk the same day." Murong smiled disdainfully.
"Boy, today, this son wants to avenge my cousin."
With a roar of anger, Nangonghai approached Zhang Tianhao. Take a picture.
"Small bugs!"
Zhang Tianhao smiled contemptuously. Put away the blood god knife. This Nangonghai is not worthy of him to use a knife. Casting Yan Yingpiao, like floating light and glancing shadows, shaking. Instead of retreating, he greeted him with a fist.
"boom!"
Nangonghai felt like she slapped her palm against the copper wall and iron wall. The body was shaken back for seven steps, and he felt a surge of blood, almost squirting out.
In fact, Zhang Tianhao didn't use one percent of the power of this punch. He hasn't even performed martial arts. But that was the case, it was not something that Nangonghai, a half-step martial king, could contend.
Nangonghai drew a knife out. The black sword carried a fierce murderous aura.
"Crazy Sword Slash!"
Nangong Haishen appeared in front of Zhang Tianhao strangely while shaking like a phantom. Slashed sharply. The shadow of the knife, like a stormy sea, shrouded in front of Zhang Tianhao.
"Humph!"
Zhang Tianhao blasted out with a punch, this punch, head-to-head, and lazily looking for flaws. He didn't even use his true qi, but only used the power of pure flesh.
But even so, with the power of the flesh, the blade of Nangonghai's blade was shattered inch by inch. I felt that my knife was cut on a copper wall and iron wall. His hand was shaken, and the knife in his hand almost flew out. This made Nangonghai pale in shock.
"How could it be so strong."
Nangonghai had already overestimated Zhang Tianhao's strength as much as possible. But at this moment, he found that he still underestimated Zhang Tianhao.
Zhang Tianhao shook his head and said mockingly to Nangonghai: "Speaking of which, you are much worse than your cousin Nangong Jin. At least, your brother Nangong Jin can still pose a slight threat to me."
Zhang Tianhao's words were biased towards Nangonghai. The strengths of Nangonghai and Nangongjin are in the middle. It's just that when Zhang Tianhao met Nangong Jin, his cultivation was still under Nangong Jin. At this moment, Zhang Tianhao's cultivation base had advanced to the realm of King Wu early. The cultivation base is more than a hundred streets on the sea in Nangong. Naturally, it gave the illusion that Nangong Jin was stronger than Nangong Hai.
"Go to hell!" Nangonghai was furious.
The most taboo thing about Nangonghai is that some people say that she is not as good as Nangongjin. At this moment, Zhang Tianhao was uncovering his scars, and Nangonghai was crazy.
"Crazy Blade Slash!"
Nangonghai instantly turned into hundreds of sword shadows, and the heavy sword shadows enveloped Zhang Tianhao. Every knife, the real and the false, reveals infinite murder.
"Specious!"
Zhang Tianhao smiled faintly, advancing instead of retreating, swept out like a phantom. A punch came out.
This punch blasted a three-meter radius and exploded heavily.
"boom!"
Dozens of sword shadows were instantly disintegrated by Zhang Tianhao with a punch. The blade shadows around him collapsed instantly. With Zhang Hao's punch, he drove straight in, and slew towards Nangonghai's true body.
Feeling the murderous intent of Zhang Tianhao's punch, Nangonghai's expression was astonished. His body retreated, and he wanted to avoid Zhang Tianhao's blow.
But how could Zhang Tianhao let him wish, chasing after him like a shadow, and punching him. This punch directly hit Nangonghai's chest.
"boom!"
Nangonghai screamed. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew upside down like a broken kite.
"Lie!" fell to the ground with a sound.
"Die!"
Zhang Tianhao sneered, he was about to kill him.
"Murong Jingtian, ancestor Murong, do you still want to watch me die?" Nangonghai shouted while looking at the direction of Murong Jingtian and ancestor Murong.
This scene is a long story, but it happened in a very short time. Murong Jingtian and Murong Patriarch have not even reacted. This is claimed to be the first day after Nangong Jin that the Nangong family was so defeated. Of course the two couldn't let Nangonghai die in the palace. Otherwise, they would absolutely not be able to bear the anger of the Nangong family.
Murong Jingtian immediately slaughtered Zhang Tianhao. Murong Jingtian has also made great progress during this period. Relying on the elixir of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his cultivation level in this year also broke through to the half-step Martial King. It's just that the accumulation is not as good as the Murong Ancestor, so there is still a big barrier to Wu Wang, but the half-step Wu Wang's cultivation is enough to make him look down on the entire Vasi country, and the ambition that has been extinguished is burning again.
"Tianhuang Fist!"
In the void, heavy fist shadows are crushed down like a boulder. To cover Zhang Tianhao's body.
"roll!"
Zhang Tianhao roared and fisted out.
"boom!"
The two punches collided in the void.
The violent vigor swept in all directions centering on the two of them.
Murong snorted in shock, and he staggered back eight|nine steps. The floor tiles under my feet are cracking in all directions like a spider web.
"amount!"
A puff of blood surged from Murong's shocking body.
This is still Zhang Tianhao's sake for Murong Ziqian, after all, the person in front of him is his father-in-law anyway, Zhang Tianhao must consider Murong Ziqian's sake. Show mercy to his men.
"God's palm!"
The ancestor Murong was also killed.
The sky full of palm shadows obscured the sky and the sun, with surging power, blasted down. Flying sand and rocks all around, dusty. The earth trembled violently under this domineering force.
"Humph!"
Zhang Tianhao was extremely disdainful. Regardless of Murong's ancestor being King Wu, the palm of his hand seemed shocking. But even if he stood and let the opponent fight, the ancestor Murong would never want to hurt him.
After all, Zhang Tianhao is a high-ranking martial king.
Zhang Tianhao deliberately wanted to test the defensive power of his bronze wall body. Therefore, carry your hands behind your back, do not dodge or avoid.
Murong Jingtian and Nangonghai saw Murong's ancestor shot. All are overjoyed. Seeing Zhang Tianhao's insistence on accepting this move again, Zhang Tianhao was frightened.
Murong Jingtian sighed secretly: If you are not a good person from the Zhang family, with your talent, you are still qualified to be my Murong Jingtian's son-in-law.
However, Zhang Tianhao's figure was soon covered by another stunning figure. The young man's same peerless talent is already radiant at this moment. In Murong Jingtian's opinion, this person is more worthy of his daughter. If his daughter really marries him, the Murong family will definitely last forever.
In a moment of thought, ancestor Murong's palm hit Zhang Tianhao's body.
Originally, the ancestor Murong thought that Zhang Tianhao would definitely be wiped out under his palm. But when his palm hit Zhang Tianhao's body, he felt that his palm seemed to hit an iron wall. Zhen's ancestor Murong's wrists were numb.
"What!" The ancestor Murong felt incredible.
"Is it good to play? Is it me?"
Zhang Tianhao gave a cold snort and slapped it out.
With a sound of "pop!" Zhang Tianhao slapped Old Ancestor Murong's body with a slap in the face.