But Lin Po was not so eager to attack.

"Go to hell!"

Pu wutao's evil breath all broke out. The evil momentum was directly concentrated on the sword. He jumped up high and chopped at Lin Hao.

"Ding!"

What Pu wutao didn't expect was that the sword was firmly stopped three feet above Lin Hao's head, no matter how close it was.

"Have you played enough, my turn?"

Lin Hao raised his head indifferently, with a trace of disdain in his cold eyes, as if mocking Pu wutao's weak offensive.

A scarlet arc across the sky, directly cut to Pu wutao waist.

No!

Pu wutao was blocked by a sword. He couldn't return the sword. He had to jump back quickly to get out of Lin Hao's attack range.

Fragments of rags fall from the air, like dancing butterflies, with a trace of scarlet.

After landing, Pu wutao looked at his abdomen with lingering fear. There, a shallow wound was oozing blood.

Pu wutao suddenly raised his head, but saw that Lin Hao was still standing in the same place, without any idea of pursuing.

"How can it be? Why has he become so strong? I learned the nine cold evil sword since I was a child. It matches with my skills and body, and there is nothing I can do against it. What's more, I pressed him to a level, so why can he still stand there unharmed?"

Pu wutao roared angrily in his heart. A month ago, Lin Hao was just a middle level warrior. But why can he resist his attack now?

What's Lin Hao's card?

Yes, Lin Hao must have used his trump card to match himself. Otherwise, how can a newly promoted level 8 warrior compete with the top one?

As if to see Pu wutao's doubts, Lin Hao just slightly shakes his head, tone flat, "don't guess, in fact, in the final analysis, you are too weak."

Pu wutao, who is trying his best to comfort himself, suddenly hears this sentence, and the whole person explodes in place like a powder keg which is ignited in an instant.

"How dare you say I am weak! I'm Pu wutao's destiny. How dare you say I'm weak! Ah, ah! Lin Hao, die

Pu wutao's whole body momentum suddenly rose, and his whole body Qi converged to the sword in his hand at the speed that the naked eye could see.

With PU wutao's enthusiasm, the shining sword turned into a very obscure gray, just like the ashes from the firewood fire.

Lin Hao narrowed his eyes and felt Pu wutao's momentum like a rainbow at the moment. Lin Hao was not arrogant either. He took up the Dragon singing sword and looked directly at PU wutao.

"Nine Yin sword!"

Pu wutao, whose momentum converges to the peak, rushes directly to Lin Hao with indomitable momentum.

For a moment, the wind was so strong that Pu wutao rolled up his whole body with endless gray and dark Qi, and with a sword in front of him, he shot directly at Lin Hao.

This sword should be absolutely unique!

But Lin Hao didn't want to give way at all. Facing Pu wutao's sword, Lin Hao made his sword horizontal and gathered momentum.

Do you want to crush me because you are proud of your majestic Qi and cold body?

Then I will do as you wish!

I will fight against you and defeat you in your proudest field!

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