Meng Hao was galloping in the North Sea, his speed getting faster and faster, and the alchemy sea in his body was majestic. Not long after, he faintly saw the sky outside the lake. In an instant, his whole body banged, and a large wave was set off, from the North Sea.

Rush out directly.

Almost as soon as Meng Hao rushed out, two sword lights roared out from different directions on the North Sea lake, heading straight for Meng Hao. When they surrounded Meng Hao, they even landed at his feet.

A sword whirled and floated nearby.

At the same time, the lake water banged again, and Ding Xin's figure suddenly flew out. The moment he flew out, Ding Xin saw Meng Hao at a glance. His face changed drastically, showing disbelief. He didn't do anything.

Thinking that Meng Hao... was not dead!

"This is impossible. Before the foundation building stage, no one can resist me. After losing my life and paying the price for my cultivation, the sect's secret technique I used is purple energy coming from the east!" Ding Xin stared at Meng Hao and took a few steps back.

Still couldn't believe that Meng Hao was still alive.

Or maybe he doesn't want to believe it, because at this moment he is no longer at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and even the eighth level of Qi Condensation is about to become unstable. As the chest injury becomes more difficult to heal, and as the spiritual energy dissipates, I am afraid that...

After a while, he will fall to 80% and reach the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

Ding Xin's face turned pale immediately, but after all, he was not Qian Shuihen and the others. Although he was shocked after seeing Meng Hao, he came to his senses in an instant. He turned around without hesitation and took a sudden step forward. A big leaf appeared under his feet instantly.

He carried his body away in an instant and fled without a fight.

He had to run away. He had already seen that Meng Hao had recovered from all his injuries and was even more advanced than before. How could he not run away now that he was suffering from so many injuries?

Meng Hao watched Ding Xin run away coldly, and did not immediately pursue him. Instead, he lowered his head towards the Beihai below, and earnestly clasped his fists and bowed deeply again.

"This great kindness will never be forgotten for the rest of my life!" Meng Hao's voice was decisive. When he raised his head after speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and immediately the flying sword buzzed under his feet, turning into a long rainbow and leading him straight to where Ding Xin was escaping.

direction pursuit.

"From now on, you are Meng's prey." Meng Hao's eyes showed murderous intent. After leaving the patron sect, besides Shangguan Xiu, Ding Xin was the person Meng Hao wanted to kill. His murderous intention was at this moment

Turning into a bright light in his eyes, he has never been so injured since he started practicing Taoism. Even this can no longer be regarded as an injury. He has... died once!

At this moment, a cold light shone in his eyes. Meng Hao was so fast that he left the Beihai area in an instant. After burning the incense, he saw Ding Xin in front of him who was slowing down due to his decline in cultivation and was swallowing the pill.

Without saying a word, Meng Hao suddenly raised his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, the wooden sword beside him flew out and went straight towards Ding Xin. Ding Xin's expression changed drastically and he turned around suddenly. He knew the strangeness of Meng Hao's wooden sword.

, at this moment, he patted the storage bag without hesitation, and a black long bow suddenly appeared. He quickly pulled it open and shot an arrow regardless of the dissipation of the spiritual energy.

With a loud bang, the sharp arrow and the wooden sword collided in mid-air. When the roar spread, the sharp arrow collapsed, and the impact caused Meng Hao's wooden sword to stop.

Meng Hao had no expression on his face. He raised his right hand and pointed another finger while pursuing. Immediately, the wooden sword rushed out again. Ding Xin's face turned pale and he had to shoot another arrow.

The roar echoed, and the wooden sword came again.

Ding Xin's eyes were bloodshot. How could he not understand that this was Meng Hao's revenge on him. At this moment, the other party's purpose was to waste his life and make him die of exhaustion.

But after his cultivation fell to the ninth level, he was even more injured. At this moment, he was already in a weak position, and he was frightened by the power of the wooden sword. He could only use sharp arrows to fight against it. However, due to his weak cultivation, even the sharp arrows were weak.

He has grown a lot and no longer has the power of the past. After Ding Xin shot the sixth arrow, his body shook violently and his face turned pale. At this moment, his cultivation level was about to fall from the eighth level of Qi Condensation to the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

layer.

His cultivation stagnated, and the wooden sword came in an instant, passing through Ding Xin's chest in an instant. It didn't hit any vital points, but blood still flowed out. Ding Xin screamed and backed up hastily as the blood spurted out.

His body trembled, and he clearly felt that the spiritual energy in his body dissipated from the sword wound at this moment. His already shaky cultivation level immediately fell, from the eighth level of Qi Condensation to the seventh level of Qi Condensation!

This is not a drop in cultivation in the true sense, but rather that the recovery of spiritual energy in the body is not proportional to the consumption. Under this constant consumption, the spiritual energy is getting less and less, so it is equivalent to the seventh level of Qi Condensation.

Even if Ding Xin swallowed the elixir, the two sword wounds on his body also had the effect of scattering spirits, making it difficult for him to recover in a short time.

"I am an inner disciple of the Purple Luck Sect. If you dare to kill me, the Purple Luck Sect will hunt you down for a hundred years and will not stop until you die!" Ding Xin let out a piercing roar.

He yelled, and was swept across his body by Meng Hao's wooden sword. Although it didn't penetrate his body, it left a blood mark, causing the spiritual energy to dissipate faster.

"Meng has died once." Meng Hao said calmly, his eyes were cold, and he raised his right hand and pointed again.

Time gradually passed, and half an hour passed 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 covered with nearly a hundred sword marks, and his body was covered with blood. Those wounds were not critical, but

Such a flow of blood would be enough to kill someone.

Even though Ding Xin is a monk, he is feeling dizzy now, but all this is nothing compared to the panic in his heart. What scares him is that his body seems to have become a sieve, and the spiritual power in his body is flowing through it.

Dissipated at a terrifying speed.

Six levels of Qi condensation, five levels of Qi condensation, four levels of Qi condensation...

With a bang, Ding Xin's body fell directly to the ground. He spurted out blood and ran forward with all his strength. He could no longer fly, and his cultivation level had dropped to the level comparable to the third level of Qi Condensation.

"Meng Hao, if you kill me, you will die without a burial place in the future! I am an inner disciple of the Ziyun Sect. If I die, your entire Zhao country will be implicated. How dare you kill me!" Ding Xin trembled and forced himself.

The fear he endured spurted out blood again.

Meng Hao grabbed Ding Xin's big flying leaf. Without saying a word, he pointed with his right hand and the wooden sword flew out again and headed straight for Ding Xin.

After burning the incense, Ding Xin fell in a jungle. At this moment, he could no longer see the appearance of the disciples. He stared at Meng Hao who was walking towards him, with strong resentment in his eyes. The resentment was even more intense.

He deeply regretted that he should not have had the idea of ​​​​seeing the opponent demonize during the previous pursuit, but should have taken action to kill the opponent at all costs.

"I should have killed you before!" Ding Xin gritted his teeth, his chest heaving, as if he was not breathing as much as he was breathing out.

"You taught me this." Meng Hao put away his desire to continue revenge. He raised his sword and dropped it. Ding Xin's head flew up, blood splashing everywhere. The head fell not far away, rolling around and leaning against it.

Under a big tree.

He was still struggling, with unwillingness in his eyes. He was unwilling to give in because he was a disciple of the ninth level of Qi Condensation of the Purple Luck Sect, because he was a genius, and because he was destined to be able to build the foundation. Once he established the foundation, he could become the Purple Luck Sect.

One of Zong Tianjiao, famous in the Southern Region.

But now, he died in the remote Zhao Kingdom, at the hands of Meng Hao, a monk he had previously thought was an ant.

Meng Hao closed his eyes and opened them after a long time. This was not the first time he killed someone, and he no longer had the emotion he felt after killing someone. He had already died once.

"When I first saw Yan Ziguo that day, I should kill him, and everyone around him should also silence him." Meng Hao had a look of determination in his eyes. He found the root cause and tasted the consequences of not killing him decisively.

Series of consequences.

"I don't want to die a second time." Meng Hao raised his right hand and grabbed the void. Immediately, Ding Xin's storage bag flew up. When he took it in his hand, he flicked his sleeve, and suddenly a fire python appeared and enveloped Ding Xin's body.

and the head, soon turned into ashes.

Meng Hao turned around and walked away.

It was sunset at the moment. As Meng Hao walked away, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again. The snowflakes covered the footprints behind him and drowned out the bloody temperature here. As Meng Hao walked further and further away.

"I am the snow in the cold winter. I can't get close to summer, because in summer... the snow will melt. That is not its world, not my world." Meng Hao's back was like a scholar's, but the depth in that back was no longer
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