Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

C112 Fighting



C112 Fighting

0The speed of the setting sun became faster and faster, and in the end, all that could be seen within a meter around Wu Hao were the opponent's afterimages. One could not see the person's appearance clearly, only the numerous white afterimages.    

    

Swish!    

    

The Three-Foot Blueblade Sword was suddenly pushed back into the Sword Sheath by Wu Hao. It stood there motionlessly, with its eyes closed, as if it was waiting for its death.    

    

However, if one looked closely, they would discover that the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up, revealing a sinister smile.    

    

After a short period of time.    

    

Suddenly.    

    

He suddenly opened his eyes and a ray of starlight flashed in the depths of his eyes. His gaze was fixated at a certain place as he suddenly raised his hand. A cold light suddenly flashed out from his sleeve.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

It produced an inaudible piercing sound and directly struck one of the countless afterimages. With a "clang" sound, all the afterimages immediately dissipated.    

    

Upon closer inspection, there were more holes on the Setting Sun's chest, specks of crimson falling down, turning into a drop of blood.    

    

At the same time.    

    

Wu Hao who was originally standing at his original position suddenly flashed, the sword light shone, and the terrifying Sword Qi rose again.    

    

In the blink of an eye, it was as if the wind had swept away the clouds. Smoke and dust mixed with countless leaves were dancing in the air. At that instant, the shattered rocks turned into countless stone fragments that rolled in all directions.    

    

Another sword attack struck out, not giving the setting sun any time to react.    

    

This sword strike pierced through the throat.    

    

The setting sun's heart trembled violently as it hurriedly raised the short sword in its hand to meet the blow.    

    

Ching...    

    

Instantly, the sound of metal striking metal ceaselessly echoed out, and accompanying the sword qi that covered the sky, sword marks appeared between the barren rocks as it scattered down.    

    

The two of them transformed into countless afterimages as the sword-shaped weapons in their hands clashed. Their figures intertwined with each other, making it difficult to separate them.    

    

s that were more than three hundred meters away.    

    

As if they were two Black Wind Cliff s who had been cut at the waist, the astral winds raged and two figures stood against the wind.    

    

The astral winds ravaged their clothes, making rustling noises.    

    

One of them was an elegant lady whose hands and feet were tied, and whose mouth was covered, the maidservant Xiao Cui.    

    

The other one.    

    

He had a triangular face with a pointed chin that was infinitely elongated. His skin was white, and his black hair was fluttering in the wind. However, his eyes were cold and filled with viciousness.    

    

This man was Jiao Ruhua himself.    

    

At that moment, with her hands behind her back, she ignored Xiao Cui's struggles and looked down with her cold eyes at the two people who were fighting fiercely.    

    

Ruthlessness flashed across his face.    

    

"small fry, today I will definitely let you die without a burial ground. Come … Let me send you to heaven so that you can dream about it! "    

    

she thought to herself.    

    

This time, she had chosen this place because she had already prepared for the worst. If the setting sun failed, she would have to use her final trump card.    

    

Woo woo woo … *    

    

Xiao Cui continuously struggled, trying to break free from the bindings on her hands and feet, her mouth that was covered started to let out "wu wu" sounds.    

    

Hearing this, Jiao Ruhua suddenly turned around.    

    

A fierce look flashed across his eyes. His face darkened as he said coldly, "What are you shouting about? Tell me to kill you with one strike!" As she spoke, a shiny dagger appeared in her hand.    

    

Seeing the dagger in her hand, Xiao Cui was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he immediately stopped struggling and whimpering.    

    

Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Jiao Ruhua's face finally flashed with a trace of evil, and his twisted heart was satisfied.    

    

"Tsk tsk, that's more like it!" She said slowly with an evil smile.    

    

Immediately after, she looked around, and in the end her gaze landed on the only tree in Black Wind Cliff.    

    

"This is it!"    

    

Such a thought flashed through her mind, she was determined to execute her final trump card.    

    

Thinking to this point, the corner of her mouth curled up as an evil light flashed in her eyes. A nylon rope suddenly appeared in her hand.    

    

Then, he slowly walked towards Xiao Cui …    

    

"Tsk tsk …"    

    

Ching...    

    

The two sword-shaped weapons collided with each other at high speed, creating countless sparks. In the blink of an eye, the setting sun was horrified to discover that the dagger in her hand was covered with cracks.    

    

"What weapon is this?" His eyes were staring straight at the Three-Foot Blueblade Sword in Wu Hao's hand, his heart was filled with shock.    

    

This high-grade earth-step short sword weapon in his hand had accompanied his career as an assassin for who knew how many years, yet it had never been damaged the slightest bit.    

    

But now, even if he were to fill the sword with Martial Origin Stage Essence, its sharpness could slice through metal like mud.    

    

But, when they met Wu Hao's Three-Foot Blueblade Sword, they became filled with scars.    

    

Looking at the Three-Foot Blueblade Sword in his opponent's hands, he was unexpectedly unharmed, and the fear in his heart grew even more extreme.    

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"Could it be a Heaven Ranked Weapon?" This thought suddenly appeared in his mind.    

    

At this time, Wu Hao stared at the short swords in his opponent's hands that were filled with broken swords, a sinister look flashed past his eyes.    

    

With regards to the Three-Foot Blueblade Sword, he was getting more and more satisfied. 4,500 gold coins … …    

    

Swish!    

    

A ray of sword aura sprayed out, Wu Hao's attack becoming more and more powerful.    

    

The level of strength wasn't just determined by one's cultivation. It was determined by the fusion of one's cultivation, martial skill, and weapon.    

    

Although Wu Hao's cultivation was only at the seventh level of the Innate realm, her overbearing internal force was compressed to the point that it could be compared to the peak of the ninth level of the Innate realm.    

    

In terms of strength, setting sun was second only to half-step ectopic stage, and coupled with strong attacks from movement techniques.    

    

Thus, the two of them were at a stalemate. For a time, neither could do anything to the other.    

    

But what if the sunset was unarmed?    

    

There was no doubt that his strength would be greatly reduced.    

    

Wu Hao's powerful attack obviously meant that he wanted to cut the enemy's short sword in one go. When the sun set, he would be unarmed and would be at the mercy of his enemy.    

    

However, as an assassin, Sunset was not stupid. Instead, it was very smart, as he had already realized Wu Hao's intentions.    

    

At the same time that he was shocked, he was already thinking of a countermeasure.    

    

"This won't do. If this goes on, we can't kill this kid for Eldest Miss and it might even cause trouble!" Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.    

    

A hint of determination flashed across his face.    

    

"Let's go all out!"    

    

In the depths of his eyes, killing intent burst forth from his body. In an instant, the smoke and dust that filled the air around him stopped for a moment.    

    

Wu Hao could feel a boundless killing intent erupting from the other party's body, his heart suddenly trembled, a sense of vigilance flashed past his eyes.    

    

The Three-Foot Blueblade Sword suddenly retreated, and its body also retreated at that moment. It did not hesitate at all.    

    

He sensed danger.    

    

Thus, they had to retreat.    

    

He had always believed in foreboding. He predicted that the other party would definitely go all out against him.    

    

It was very possible that a powerful move was coming at him.    

    

Weng! *    

    

Space began to rumble.    

    

With a flip of his left palm, a spirit essence stone suddenly appeared. The Heaven Martial God's Art in his body circulated quickly, quickly absorbing the spirit energy from the spirit essence stone, replenishing his body's energy consumption. At the same time, he raised his 120% of spirit energy to watch the setting sun very vigilantly, staring at the other party without moving an inch.    

    

"Brat, you forced my hand …" The Setting Sun's body suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura, a faint aura of annihilation. He let out a loud roar, gripping the hilt of his sword with both of his hands, raising it high above his head.    

    

"Sky Splitting Slash!"    

    

With a loud roar, accompanied by an extremely white light, his dagger flashed and slashed towards Wu Hao.    

    

Boom …    

    

In that instant, rumbling sounds shook the heaven and earth.    

    

A terrifying sonic boom that contained a terrifying might seemed to have caused a white crack to appear in the sky at that instant.    

    


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