Chapter 162

With Zhou Hao's Scythe waving more and more crazily, the invisible Sabre Qi is also more disordered!

At this time, Meng Haitian seems to be trapped in a thorn, unable to advance or retreat.

He also has no way out, only to carry down with a stiff face!

But Zhou Hao's knife is getting faster and faster. He can't handle it!

"What's your Sabre technique? Who the hell are you? " Meng Haitian roared.

He never believed Zhou Hao was an ordinary man!

With a faint smile, Zhou Hao said, "I told you long ago that I am the conqueror of the city Lord."

"You! You're crazy Meng Haitian gnaws his teeth.

At this time, Zhou Hao's Scythe was cut on his right arm, and his whole right arm was cut off on the spot!

"Ah

Meng Haitian screams, at the same time, he wields a sword and cuts his opponent.

Bang!

A Jinge neigh came.

His sword was cut on his opponent as if he were on an iron bell. He could not hurt the enemy at all!

"This Meng Haitian was stunned and unbelievable.

It's so terrible that it's hard to hurt the sword!

What kind of body has to be practiced!

The most difficult thing for a monk to practice is his body.

The difficulty of physical training is that at the age of Meng Haitian, he did not have a strong body and could not resist a monk's attack.

And Zhou Hao is so young that he has trained his body to this extent. This is simply abnormal!

Zhou Hao sneers at him. In fact, he doesn't know how to train his body. He only knows that he has a talent of hard armor.

But the opponent thought he was refining his body like this.

"You are not a man!" Meng Haitian suddenly called to Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao tut Tut, way: "you bad old man, beat can't scold a person, right?"

"I mean you're not a Terran!" Meng Haitian exclaimed.

Zhou Hao cold hum: "all have nose and eye, why not say you are not a person!"

"Hum, madman!" Meng Haitian scolded.

Zhou Hao shook his scythe: "Laozi is crazy. I will kill you now!"

He rushed out of the room with his double knives in disorder, forcing Meng Haitian to retreat!

Meng Haitian is unable to fight Zhou Hao.

When the opponent's double sabres are wielded, they are airtight when defending and stormy when attacking!

Even though he was a monk in Xuanling state, he was still unable to resist Zhou Hao's attack.

All the onlookers had retreated a long distance, and they did not dare to approach, for fear of being hurt by those deadly sword Qi and Dao Qi.

"They're fighting too hard, their swords are all over the place!"

"It's the first time I've seen such a wonderful fight. It's exciting."

"However, it seems that the old city Lord Meng is going to lose..."

"Nonsense! The old city master of Meng has profound skills and excellent sword skills. How can he be defeated by a madman? "

"That is to say, the master of menglao city has a great skill, and it is impossible to lose!"

……

The crowd was full of discussion, and they were unwilling to believe that Meng Haitian had fallen behind and was ready to be defeated.

Meng Haitian is extremely sad.

Closed for a few years, and now just out of the pass, encountered the city Lord's nemesis!

If you don't have to put on a good match, you will be beaten back by a younger generation!

And lost two sons in a row!

What a pity!

"Madman! Madman! Go to hell Meng Haitian dances wildly with one arm. Kendo is broken.

Zhou Hao cold hum: "read you are a poor old guy, I will give you a happy bar!"

He suddenly close to the opponent, scythe suddenly on the other side's neck, blade cold cold, without a trace of temperature.

"Madman! Madman

"Ah! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! "

Meng Haitian is scared to be completely crazy and incoherent