C358 Fate Met
C358 Fate Met
Ling Tingfeng, who was kicked to the ground by Wang Hao, got up from the ground. He looked at his subordinate who was killed by Wang Hao with anger in his eyes.
His voice carried an indescribable killing intent.
"Wang Hao, are you trying to ruin my plan again? "
Wang Hao's body was burning with golden flames and green flames. The blood and Qi in his body was boiling. His entire body was red, but his expression was surprisingly calm.
"Ling Tingfeng, your plan has failed."
"I have failed?" Ling Tingfeng laughed loudly. "You were able to make Cheen Yuan escape under my watch. It was indeed out of my expectations. If you could be a little more ruthless and kill six sacrifices at the same time, perhaps I would really lose today!"
"What a pity! You are too soft-hearted and don't care about your sense of justice. It will only make you lose out on all your hard work!"
"Do you want to hold on until Cheen Yuan brings reinforcements? Unfortunately, it is too late!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Tingfeng's body suddenly turned into a thick black fog. The black fog split into two, two into four, four into eight, and eight into sixteen!
Sixteen identical Ling Tingfeng appeared in front of Wang Hao. Wang Hao activated the True Dragon Eye, but was shocked to find that these sixteen people were all Ling Tingfeng, and none of them were fake.
"Clone technique?"
Wang Hao was on guard. He had already guessed Ling Tingfeng's plan.
"Go to hell! Heavenly Devil Chaotic Dance!"
Sixteen Ling Tingfeng charged at Wang Hao at the same time. Each of them had the cultivation of the first level of the Spiritual Martial realm. The power they displayed was frightening.
"Wind Cloud Twelve Styles!"
Without hesitation, Wang Hao summoned his Dragon Abyss Sword and thrust it at Ling Tingfeng.
Every Ling Tingfeng's face revealed an enigmatic sneer. In an instant, sixteen people were split into two. Eight of them continued to attack Wang Hao. The other eight targeted the six warriors behind Wang Hao.
These six martial artists were the last six sacrifices. Once the sacrifices were gathered, no one could stop the start of the sacrifice.
Wang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils contracting. When Ling Tingfeng used the cloning technique, he had already guessed this possibility.
The Dragon Abyss Sword blocked the attacks of eight Ling Tingfeng's clones. Wang Hao summoned the Thousand Chance Umbrella with his left hand, and a large amount of Yuan Power poured into the umbrella.
The Thousand Chance Umbrella was ever-changing!
The handle of the umbrella broke off. The umbrella opened up and turned into a flying wheel. With an astonishing speed, it chased after Ling Tingfeng's clone who was trying to snatch the offering.
"Puff!"
The Thousand Chance Umbrella cut off a clone, and the clone was cut in half at the waist, turning back into a black fog.
Wang Hao said with a cold smile, "One to sixteen, the power of each clone will be greatly reduced. No matter how many of them there are, how can they be my match?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragon Abyss Sword's blade exploded with a dazzling blood-red light. An indescribable murderous aura blew Ling Tingfeng's eight clones until they became unstable.
"Slash!"
Sword light flashed. All eight clones in front of Wang Hao were killed. Wang Hao turned around and saw that the Thousand Chance Umbrella had already forced his second clone into a dead end.
Out of the sixteen clones, ten of them had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. However, the remaining six clones had already arrived in front of the sacrificial offering.
"Don't even think about getting what you want!"
Wang Hao's figure disappeared from where he was standing. He activated his movement technique, Cloud Stepping, and increased his speed to the limit. In the blink of an eye, he attacked from behind and charged into the middle of the sacrificial offering.
The Dragon Abyss Sword waved once again. This time, Wang Hao wanted to kill the remaining six clones at the same time!
However, Ling Tingfeng was already prepared for this. The last six clones summoned a half-moon shaped flying wheel from their sleeves and flew towards Wang Hao.
The flying wheel was surrounded by devilish energy, and its power was terrifying. Even in such a condition, Wang Hao didn't want to be touched by the flying wheel.
After throwing out the flying wheel, Ling Tingfeng's six clones each grabbed a sacrifice and rushed in six different directions.
It seemed like Wang Hao had no chance of winning in this situation. If he wanted to stop Ling Tingfeng, he couldn't afford to be delayed by the six flying wheels for even a second.
"Cloud Trample!"
Sure enough, Wang Hao didn't have to worry about the flying wheels. He chased after the clone closest to him.
This was out of Ling Tingfeng's expectation. He sneered in his heart, "These six flying wheels are known for their destructive power. Six flying wheels as one, even a Third Grade Earth Rank Defensive Profound Artifact can't stop them. You are courting death!"
With the True Dragon Eye, Wang Hao could naturally tell how powerful the flying wheels were. Therefore, he didn't summon the Thousand Chance Umbrella to defend himself.
"True Dragon Protection!"
Wang Hao activated the Rootless Jade Pendant's protective effect. The huge dragon roared and arrived, protecting Wang Hao!
The True Dragon Protection blocked the powerful flying wheel attack, but something unexpected happened.
The flying wheel collided with the huge dragon of light and six cracks appeared on its body.
"Kacha!"
At the same time, six identical cracks appeared on the Rootless Jade Pendant. The mighty Earth Rank Grade One soul weapon actually lost its Essence Energy Undulation in an instant.
The Rootless Jade Pendant had been destroyed. Ling Tingfeng's trump card had triggered and destroyed the Rootless Jade Pendant's two protective effects at the same time.
Wang Hao gritted his teeth. The True Dragon Protection was one of his life-saving skills. He never thought that it would be useless as soon as the battle began.
"I have to end this battle quickly!"
The Dragon Abyss Sword flew out of his hand. Under the control of Wang Hao's will, it turned into a ray of light and caught up to a clone in an instant.
"Puff!"
The clone was destroyed and turned into a black fog. The offering in his hand crashed into the stone pillar and fainted.
The Dragon Abyss Sword flew back into Wang Hao's hand. Wang Hao looked around. The other five sacrificial offerings were tied to the stone pillar and completed the preparations for the sacrificial ceremony.
The five clones, as well as the eleven black fog that had dispersed after Wang Hao killed them, gathered together and turned into Ling Tingfeng.
Ling Tingfeng looked at Wang Hao with a smile that was not a smile. He said sarcastically, "There is only one last sacrifice left. You have to protect it well!"
Wang Hao used the corner of his eyes to look at the unconscious martial artist on the ground. If he was also tied up on the stone pillar, the sacrifice could be activated.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Hao raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Ling Tingfeng.
"Come! You couldn't defeat me back then, and now you can't defeat me either!"
Wang Hao's words tore open Ling Tingfeng's wound. When he thought of the miserable defeat he suffered in the Dragon Tomb, a strong killing intent surged out from his body.
"I will definitely let you die in the most miserable way possible!"
Ling Tingfeng stretched out his thick blade, and a long sharp blade appeared in his hand.
At the same time, a black-robed man riding a fully armored war horse appeared behind him. The man's expression was cold, and he held a three meter long Mo knife in his hand, just like a knight's long spear - Unfamiliar Blade General!
Unfamiliar Blade General had Ling Tingfeng's bloodline, and his strength was formidable. Wang Hao still remembered this clearly.
What made people sigh was that the original Unfamiliar Blade General, who was originally wearing a white robe and looked mighty, had now become a devil who could only ride his horse in the darkness and charge forward.
Unfamiliar Blade General did not condense his physical body. Instead, he merged with Ling Tingfeng in the form of a shadow, and became one with his soul!
Ling Tingfeng's Qi soared once more, and his Qi became even sharper.
"Blood Soul!"
Wang Hao was not willing to be outdone. Behind him, dragons appeared one after another.
Hornless Dragon! Yazi! Mockingwind! Negative Xi! Qiuniu!
The five dragons revealed their ferocious looks and stared at Ling Tingfeng with killing intent.
Although he had long been prepared in his heart, seeing this scene, Ling Tingfeng was still unable to suppress the shock in his heart.
Although he knew how many bloodlines Wang Hao possessed, he didn't expect Wang Hao to possess five types of bloodlines, and they were all the strongest in the Demon Race, the Dragon Clan!
The five dragon sons plunged into Wang Hao's body, and with every Blood Soul that entered his body, Wang Hao's power would erupt once!
Boom! Boom!
After five explosions, Wang Hao's power had even slightly surpassed Ling Tingfeng's.
Ling Tingfeng's expression became even uglier. He specialized in eating people's Devil Skill, and even his appearance had changed beyond recognition. He had paid so much, but he was still not as good as Wang Hao! He did not want to believe this result!
"With the strength you obtained from external forces, I would like to see how long you can live!"
Wang Hao's expression was calm, "External forces obtained? I would like to ask you more. Whenever it is late at night, do the vengeful souls that you have eaten curse you to death by your ears? "
Wang Hao's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing into the sore spot in Ling Tingfeng's heart.
A man had three souls and six souls. If he died tragically, he would leave behind a trace of resentment in this world.
The Devil Skill that Ling Tingfeng cultivated was not tolerated by the world. The vengeful spirit that died in his hands would curse and curse him every night, making him unable to fall asleep.
Blood flowed out of Ling Tingfeng's eyes. "So what if they curse? When the sacrificial ceremony is completed, I, Ling Tingfeng, will step into the Divine Martial realm or even the Sovereign Stage, and become the Great Dao of Devils. At that time, I will refine all of them! "
Wang Hao sighed, "You are beyond saving, let's fight!"
After saying that, Wang Hao and Ling Tingfeng struck out their swords at the same time.
The Dragon Abyss Sword and the Mo Saber collided in the air. The sharp blades collided silently, but a terrifying power erupted from them.
The air was condensed into countless sharp blades that spread in all directions. Many warriors who were tied to stone pillars were covered in tiny wounds all over their bodies.
At this time, Wang Hao could no longer care about them. At the moment of life and death, he could only fight with all his might.
Furthermore, he believed that Ling Tingfeng was even more unwilling to let any sacrifice die. Cheen Yuan was already on the way to seek help. It would not take long before the domain lord and the experts of Black Fan Sect who were hiding in the dark would rush over at their fastest speed!
Losing any sacrifice, Ling Tingfeng's great plan would fall short of success!
Obviously, Ling Tingfeng also understood this principle. He restrained some of his strength, but used a more complicated and profound martial skill.
The quality of these martial skills were very high. They were all personally taught by Li Weidan for half a year. Ling Tingfeng believed that with these martial skills, even if his and Wang Hao's strength were on par, the outcome would be quickly determined.
But he miscalculated. The sword skills and battle consciousness that Wang Hao displayed were not weaker than his, but even better!