Chapter 217

The lacquer black light instantly formed a black light curtain in front of the ghost sword, blocking the ghost sword in the rear.

Whew, whew!!!

But the next moment, the Thunder Dragon and the fire dragon tore the black light curtain and directly broke the attack of the ghost sword.

Poof!!!

Ghost sword's face was pale, and a thick color of surprise appeared on his face. Soon his throat was sweet, and blood sprayed out of his mouth.

At the same time, the ghost sword's body was shocked and flew upside down, leaving a long trace on the Biwu platform.

However, the Thunder Dragon and fire dragon broke the black light curtain, but due to the lack of follow-up force, the offensive was insufficient and dissipated.

Brush!!!!

However, Meng Haogen didn't give the ghost sword a chance. He stepped on the white faucet and kept shuttling like an illusion.

At this time, the ghost sword couldn't stop Meng Hao's attack at all. It was like a sandbag. It was smashed and beaten by Meng Hao. It had become a pig's head in just a few breaths.

Poof!!!

Finally, he bumped into a towering tree. The fresh blood seemed to spray out continuously without money. His coat was broken and his scars surprised everyone.

Obviously, they didn't expect such a result. They thought that ghost sword would easily take Meng Hao, but Meng Hao killed him quietly.

"If you want to stop me, you can't do it alone", Meng Hao sneered, and the faint voice fell into the ears of the ghost sword.

The ghost sword smelled the speech, but he was not able to breathe, and fainted. It was obviously a great blow.

"Hum, what a shame," said the nigger swordsman of the eternal sword sect with cold frost on his face.

Previously, he recognized ghost sword as a disciple of his eternal sword sect, and wanted to teach his sword skills to ghost sword, but he didn't expect ghost sword to lose so miserably.

"This little guy is good. He not only understands the meaning of sword, but also the meaning of fire", an old man with gray robes and white hair muttered.

"It's very good, and the low-level arcane martial arts have been practiced to the mysterious and wonderful realm. Why are you moved by the hot old man", a woman nearby said with a smile.

The former is one of the two pavilions, the sun god Pavilion, and the latter is the Xiangling fairy in the Tianxiang temple.

Sun god Pavilion and Tianxiang temple have always been friendly, so people of the two super forces are familiar with them. Xiangling fairy is a female disciple of Tianxiang temple, and her strength is not inferior to that of real people such as the sun and the bright moon.

Xiangling fairy is familiar with Yan RI immortal, so he has always called Yan RI immortal as an old man, and Yan RI immortal doesn't care about these details.

"Evil sword, take your good friend ghost sword and go. You can't stop me," Meng Hao said faintly. He immediately waved his palm and put away the war puppet directly.

Evil Dao looked a little gloomy and stared at Meng Hao. A moment later, he picked up the faint evil Dao and turned around and left here.

When leaving, he left a sentence: "Meng Hao, don't be complacent. I will challenge you again in the future. In addition, although you defeated us, your strength is not enough to get a throne.".

Meng Hao smiled noncommittally. He had nothing to say about it. The cards he controlled were not what they guys could understand.

At this time, Meng Hao looked ahead and found that many people on the top of Zhanlong mountain looked this way and looked at it carefully.

Now there are 15 people on the top of the mountain. Plus, he is 16, that is to say, only 10 of the 16 people can grab the throne and fight the next war.

What pleased Meng Hao most was that Dong Qingyan and Lu Hanxiang both rushed to the top of the mountain. They were not simple, so they were expected by Meng Hao.

At this time, Dong Qingyan and Lu Hanxiang also swept towards Meng Hao. The three stood together and formed a small group.

"What is the way to compete for the throne"? Meng Hao frowned and asked Dong Qingyan softly.

"I don't have any requirements. As long as I can survive until there are only ten people left, I'll pass the customs," Dong Qingyan said helplessly.

"Younger martial brother, your strength is still poor. You'd better go back first," Ouyang Shaohua said faintly to a man beside him.

The man heard the speech and said in a deep voice, "yes, senior brother", then turned and left here, obeying Ouyang Shaohua in every way.

At this time, Li Wenxue, who ranked second in the spirit list, and Yan Luo, who ranked third, also let the younger martial brothers and sisters around him withdraw from the battle for the throne.

Now three people have left, and there are still 13 people on the top of the mountain. These people think they are qualified to stay.

"I have to remove three places. I don't know what to do next," Li Wenxue frowned and said quietly.

At this time, a man in black came out and said with a laugh: "what's difficult to do? Kick Meng Hao and his party out. There are just ten people left.".

"Boom us, it's a good idea," Meng Hao said with a smile, but a murderous spirit swept away in a short time. This is Meng Hao's performance of killing people.

Even Dong Qingyan is a little angry. At least she is also a disciple of the leader of the fire spirit sect of the third level force, but she is looked down upon like this. It seems that she has to show her skills to them.

"Beigong River, the capital of magic rock? You can't stop me. "Meng Hao's faint words sounded in everyone's ears, and many people were stunned. You know, Beigong river is not a character like evil sword and ghost sword.

"Beigong River, it seems that someone doesn't agree with you," another man standing next to Beigong River smiled.

Meng Hao also knew people who spoke. Zhao Wuji, who ranked 11th in the spirit list, smiled quietly, while Beigong River ranked ninth in the spirit list.

But now it ranks 11th in the spirit list, because Meng Hao and Dong Qingyan are now the second and third places in the spirit list.

"Seeing the strength of the spiritual realm in the early stage and daring to be presumptuous in front of me, I'll come and see if it's true that you are the second in the new spiritual list", Beigong Jiang sneered.

The spiritual power in the body burst out, like the black river water, turned into black mans and shrouded Meng Hao.

Meng Hao smiled and said, "even the small skills of carving insects and insects dare to make a fool of themselves". He waved his palm gently, and the towering fire red spiritual power burst out, directly blocking all the black light.

"Die for me", at the moment when the black light broke, Beigong River turned into a black shadow, flew out from the black light, turned his hands into claws and grabbed Meng haomeng.

"Black magic formula - black magic Eagle Claw strength"!!!

The towering black Lingyuan emerged from beigongjiang's hands and turned into five dark lights attacking Meng Hao.

It turned into a black eagle claw. The eagle claw was shrouded in a sharp light and looked very fierce.

Beigongjiang's personality is not very good, but his strength is really not weak. What he shows is also a low-level arcane martial arts.

"Momentum is good, but not yet," Meng Hao sneered. His body was covered with dazzling red light. Meng Hao was like a god of fire.

"Fire spirit true formula - Fire sunset"!!!

The knot seal on Meng Hao's palm is formed by the seal method, and a strong breath is formed between his palms.

Then a fiery red sun appeared between Meng Hao's palms, and soon rose slowly, and the terrible breath swept away.

Everyone was shocked because Meng Hao's martial arts had surpassed the lower upanishadism and reached the level of medium upanishadism.

Poof!!!

The scorching sun rose slowly and stopped the black eagle claws, which eroded each other. Finally, the scorching sun broke the black eagle claws directly, cut the sky and went straight to the Beigong river.

Whew, whew!!!!

Where the hot sun passes, it shows a trace of being burned by the flame, and the hot breath spreads out, which is shocking.