The flight is late. Sorry, the update is late. Meng Hao's flying sword and Wang Tengfei's spells have made the monks around him feel excited. Even if they looked down on Meng Hao, at this moment, they all seemed to be counted by Meng Hao.

Shocked by the endless magic weapons.

Not only them, but also Shangguan Xiu, Great Elder Ouyang, and even the head He Luohua, their expressions froze at this moment.

Everyone knew that Wang Tengfei was strong and could frighten cultivators of the same level, but Meng Hao was actually so strong here. He could attack Wang Tengfei consecutively, and this scene was enough to make everyone around him take a breath.

At this moment, forty flying swords covered the surrounding area, turning into a storm of sword clouds. At this moment, the auras from all directions were swirling, roaring in front of Meng Hao as if to tear apart all the creatures in the way, and rushed straight to Wang Tengfei. Just this

Attack, the ordinary peak of the sixth level of Qi Condensation is simply difficult to resist.

Even Meng Hao had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he had to swallow demon pills repeatedly to hold on.

The roaring sound swirled violently, and half of Meng Hao's forty flying swords immediately shattered with a loud roar in front of Wang Tengfei, and the rest all flew upside down, but Wang Tengfei's second finger could not even

Shaking Meng Hao even a little bit only made Meng Hao spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Anyone else would have to be cautious about Meng Hao's opponent at this moment, but Wang Tengfei still looked like he was ignoring him. He took the third step and pointed his third finger.

The spiritual energy in Meng Hao's body is almost exhausted, but he has a large amount of demon pills. With constant replenishment, the spiritual energy can always be maintained at a certain level. At this moment, when he saw Wang Tengfei point out the third finger, the memory of the third finger came to mind.

Under his fingers, the gourd was taken away. Meng Hao's eyes became more murderous. Without retreating, he also took a step forward. He raised his hands and waved forward. This time, the three or four storage bags on his body were trembling.

In an instant, rays of sword light rushed out with everyone around stunned.

As Meng Hao waved his sleeves, the first wave, the second wave, and the third wave of flying swords turned into a sword rain that dazzled everyone. At this moment, one, ten, twenty, thirty swords

...until the seventy flying swords were divided into four waves, and with their sword light shocking the sky, they rushed forward and back and headed straight towards Wang Tengfei.

Blood continued to flow from the corners of Meng Hao's mouth, and he kept swallowing pills. His eyes were red, and his murderous intention was as strong as ever. Even if his spiritual power was exhausted, he would do anything!

Wang Tengfei snorted coldly. People around him were witnessing this battle. He didn't want to avoid it and lose face. There were too many flying swords, and they seemed to come in the same direction, but there was a faint difference. There seemed to be some kind of general.

It's a sign that even the places where you dodge are sealed.

For the first time, Wang Tengfei's eyes revealed a gleam of light. The third finger that had fallen down was raised at this moment, and the fourth finger fell down one after another. Immediately, a layer of ripples appeared in the void in front of him. As the ripples spread, Meng Hao pinched them with both hands.

Jue, put your hands together and stretch forward.

"Wind Ning Sword!" As Meng Hao's words came out, the seventy flying swords that shocked everyone suddenly condensed together. From a distance, they seemed to have turned into a huge flying sword.

This sword is composed of seventy flying swords. The moment it was formed, layers of sword light appeared all around, and the people around were shocked. If you look carefully, you can see that it is the fourth wave of flying swords that suddenly accelerated in speed.

Driven by the third wave of shuttle, a second wave of sword rain was rolled up. After colliding with the first wave, it transformed into a sword shape for a moment, and was surrounded by invisible wind, making the sword shape not disperse!

This is the flying sword formation created by Meng Hao with the help of the Wind Blade Technique. It is a sword move that he has studied for a long time since Black Mountain. At this moment, he launched it and headed straight towards Wang Tengfei. The road was like a broken bamboo, and the sound of banging echoed around. Wang Tengfei

The ripples in front of him suddenly distorted, as if there was a strong pressure coming straight towards him, causing Wang Tengfei to take a step back for the first time.

"You can be proud of me for letting me take a step back." Wang Tengfei said the first sentence of this battle. While stepping back, he patted the storage bag with his left hand, and immediately a statue of crystal light appeared. This statue was a

A lively horse.

A horse neighed across the sky. The crystal horse seemed to be alive. It escaped from Wang Tengfei's hand and rushed towards Meng Hao's seventy flying swords. The moment they touched each other, the roar continued, and the sword started from the tip of the sword.

It collapsed and shattered layer by layer, like the crystal horse, which was indestructible. In the blink of an eye, Meng Hao's big sword had been broken into many pieces, and more were directly rolled back. When he looked around, flying swords were flying all around, and the big sword was flying in all directions.

The sword now only has a hilt left.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of the people around them were filled with excitement. All thoughts disappeared from their minds, and all they could think about was the shocking scene in front of them.

But at this moment, when only the hilt of the big sword was left, suddenly, among the many flying swords that made up the hilt, a wooden sword flew out in an instant and went straight towards the crystal horse. The two collided.

Together, a roar that surpassed all the loud noises so far in the battle was heard at this moment, and this loud noise set off endless echoes.

This wooden sword is the only sword Meng Hao controls at the moment. He used everything before as a cover-up just for this unexpected wooden sword!

This sword originally belonged to Wang Tengfei, but today it is in the hands of Meng Hao. In Wang Tengfei's opinion, it is a treasure, but in Meng Hao's mind, this thing can be copied with two thousand spirit stones, and he feels that it is not very powerful, but no matter what, this sword

It is his strongest sword now, and he must use it.

During the roar, the crystal horse trembled suddenly. The moment it touched the wooden sword, the crystal horse trembled, and dense cracks appeared. It was difficult to stop it, and it collapsed and exploded.

The moment Wang Tengfei's expression changed, the wooden sword flew out with a lot of inertia, approaching Wang Tengfei. The moment Wang Tengfei raised his right hand and subconsciously swung it forward, all the flying swords except the wooden sword were destroyed.

Unrolled, an impact exploded, but the wooden sword flew out three feet against the impact, brought up blood, and stabbed on the index finger of Wang Tengfei's right hand. Immediately, his finger's flesh and blood shattered in an instant. Until this moment, the wooden sword

Only then did the sword roll back in front of Meng Hao under the impact.

"This finger insulted me that day, but it will be destroyed today." Meng Hao was shocked and spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back a few steps, raised his head suddenly, and spoke hoarsely with the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Tengfei shook his head and took a few steps back. He ignored the severe pain in his fingers and his eyes showed disbelief. He stared at the wooden sword beside Meng Hao. Meng Hao's voice echoed in his ears.

An anger exploded in him like never before.

He recognized this sword!

Almost at the moment when Wang Tengfei's finger was broken, all the monks in the surrounding square immediately changed their expressions and showed disbelief, and the buzzing sound suddenly swirled.

"Meng Hao actually broke Senior Brother Wang's finger. This... this is impossible!"

"Senior Brother Wang was injured. He is a genius, but his finger was smashed... This Meng Hao..."

"The number of his flying swords is shocking, especially the big sword composed of seventy flying swords. Its power is shocking!"

At the same time, Shangguan Xiu also took a breath. This scene made him feel incredible. Not only him, but also Great Elder Ouyang stood up. When he looked at Meng Hao, his eyes showed the strongest admiration and a gradually growing feeling.

expect.

Even He Luohua, the leader of Dongfeng, stared at him at this moment, with a ray of light flashing in his eyes.

The voices of discussion continued to swirl, and every word fell into Wang Tengfei's ears, but at this moment, Wang Tengfei seemed to turn a deaf ear, and could not hear anything at all. Instead, his eyes showed anger, and he stared at the wooden sword around Meng Hao.

"So it's you!" Wang Tengfei ignored the blood spurting from his severed finger. He was only angry once in his life. That was when he saw something he had prepared for many years being taken away at the entrance of the cave.

Frustrated and crazy, I already hate the unknown person deeply.

This was the regret of his life. The shrill screams at that time still seem to echo in Wang Tengfei's ears. Whenever people are quiet at midnight, he wakes up from meditation many times, and his heart is like bleeding. The kind of person who made a wedding dress for others.

The feeling makes Wang Tengfei go crazy every time he thinks about this.

Today was the second time in his life that he was filled with rage, because he recognized the sword, which he had already regarded as his own. He even thought that the treasure that would accompany him throughout his life to rule the world was... unexpectedly in Meng's hands.

Hao's hands.

"So it's you!" At this moment, Wang Tengfei's eyes showed an unprecedented murderous intent. His desire to kill Meng Hao had reached the extreme. That murderous intent was completely different from his usual gentleness, which made the monks around him see it.

Finally, everyone stopped talking.

"It was you who stole my treasure!" Wang Tengfei stared at the wooden sword outside Meng Hao's body. The murderous intent in his eyes was overwhelming. He had a strong urge to cut Meng Hao into pieces. At this moment, he actually laughed.

When he got up, the smile echoed around him, and it actually had a strange meaning.

"Meng doesn't know what Senior Brother Wang means. This sword is yours. Are you sure you didn't admit it wrong?" Meng Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took the opportunity to swallow a large amount of demon pills, and spoke calmly.

"I have been planning this sword for many years. This is the only soul-slaying sword in the world. There is only one in the world. The golden threads on it are made from heaven. I can't admit my mistake." Wang Tengfei looked up to the sky and laughed, but his smile was cold and cold, as if it made the surrounding people laugh.
Chapter completed!