C361 Cut the Score
C361 Cut the Score
Ling Tingfeng had devoured two people in a row, and his strength had returned to its peak. He licked his dry lips, although the sacrificial ceremony could not be carried out. If he could eat the remaining 90 plus sacrificial offerings, his strength would also increase to an unimaginable extent!
Wang Hao secretly estimated that the time that the nightmare could last was almost up. If he wanted to kill Ling Tingfeng with his own hands, he must not hold back!
Ling Tingfeng saw that Wang Hao did not move at all and said with a cold laugh, "Don't you want to stop me? I'm going to eat heartily!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the nearest offering.
"Pfft!"
An energy cut through Ling Tingfeng's finger, causing blood to splatter all over the ground.
"Hmph!" Ling Tingfeng snorted coldly. "Looks like I'll have to kill you first before enjoying the delicious food!"
Wang Hao took a deep breath and stretched out his arms. The Dragon Abyss Sword lay horizontally in front of him.
The last moment of the nightmare was only enough for him to use three moves, and he decided to use three moves to condense it into one sword.
Wang Hao did not use his strongest martial skill, the Fallen Star Sword. The power of the Fallen Star Sword was too terrifying. First, it would injure the innocent martial artists tied to the stone pillars, and second, once the Fallen Star Sword collapsed, he and Zhao Muer would have no chance of escaping.
"Justice of the Sword!"
Wang Hao used the Myriad Sword Returning technique to condense the power of the righteous path into a shining scabbard.
The Dragon Abyss Sword was inserted into the sword sheath. Every time it was inserted, the power it condensed would be three times stronger.
When the Dragon Abyss Sword was fully sheathed, the power it emitted had already caused the ground to tremble.
Ling Tingfeng's pupils constricted. The strength that Wang Hao had displayed had already exceeded his imagination. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the feeling of death enveloped his entire body.
"How could he possess such strength!?"
Ling Tingfeng's body trembled. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to block this sword strike!
Just as his mind was about to collapse, Ling Tingfeng suddenly realized that Wang Hao's hand that was holding the sword was slightly trembling.
"The secret technique he used is about to lose its effectiveness!" Ling Tingfeng's eyes regained their luster, "An arrow at the end of its flight, this is the last attack, right?"
In Ling Tingfeng's eyes, he regained his confidence, "As long as you don't kill me with this attack, it will be the time of your death!"
"Heavenly Devil Disintegration!"
Ling Tingfeng also gave it his all. He circulated the forbidden technique, forcefully activating all the acupoints in his body. Devil Qi corroded his bloodline, but it also brought him tremendous power.
Facing Ling Tingfeng's sudden increase in strength, Wang Hao's application was always calm. With one hand holding the scabbard condensed from the righteous path of the sword, the other hand holding the hilt, he steadily pushed the sword into the scabbard.
The scabbard trembled crazily, as if it could not withstand the power contained within the Dragon Abyss Sword.
"Hu!"
Wang Hao let out a heavy breath. He felt dizzy, and the power in his body was like a flood that had been released, flowing away crazily.
"Is it about to reach its limit?"
The Dream Dragon had once told Wang Hao that the side effects of nightmares were enough to cause death. Although Wang Hao had the protection of the Hornless Dragon Bloodline and could survive, he was afraid that he would lose the ability to fight.
Just as Ling Tingfeng had thought, if Wang Hao's sword strike couldn't kill him, just the Heavenly Martial Stage Zhao Muer wouldn't be able to stop Ling Tingfeng, who was a Spirit Martial Stage warrior!
This sword strike was the decisive battle!
When Wang Hao's power dropped to the lowest point, the power of the sword in his hand rose to the limit. There was only a tiny gap between the sword hilt and the scabbard, and it had yet to close.
This sword strike had merged with the power of nightmare, and Wang Hao's complete understanding of the righteous path of the sword.
"Pah!"
An almost inaudible sound rang out. There was no longer any gap between the sheath of the Dragon Abyss Sword and the sword of righteousness.
In an instant, the aura on Wang Hao's body disappeared. If someone closed their eyes, they would not even be able to sense Wang Hao's existence, as if he was no longer in this world.
For a moment, the only thing left in the underground world was the devil Qi that was whistling out from Ling Tingfeng's body.
The devil Qi was so intense that Zhao Muer couldn't stand steadily. She used her arms to protect her body, and her eyes barely opened.
In the midst of the devil Qi, Zhao Muer saw a majestic figure that did not move.
Suddenly, in Zhao Muer's mind, she recalled a scene. It was also a majestic figure in front of a strong enemy. Even if the enemy was as strong as a tsunami, that figure could shield her from the wind and rain.
She prayed in her heart, "Wang Hao, you must win!"
At this moment, Ling Tingfeng's flesh and blood had been completely corroded by the devil Qi, leaving only a thin layer of skin.
However, he didn't care. As long as he could survive, with so many Heavenly Martial Stage sacrifices underground, he could easily devour two of them and recover.
He roared furiously, "Wang Hao, come!"
A bright light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes. He used the last of his strength to launch his movement technique, Cloud Stepping.
The Dragon Abyss Sword carried its scabbard and pointed at Ling Tingfeng's chest. Wang Hao's body moved very slowly in the demonic wind, but he was very stable.
"Devil Heavenly Art!"
Although he couldn't feel the power contained in Wang Hao's sword, Ling Tingfeng didn't dare to be careless. He gathered all the power he had gathered in front of him.
The surging devil Qi was summoned by Ling Tingfeng. It gathered in front of him and started spinning crazily.
The devil Qi whirlpool was like a shield, blocking Wang Hao and Ling Tingfeng.
It was also like a giant meat grinder, and Wang Hao was currently rushing into the meat grinder.
The vortex of devil energy did not produce a suction force, but a huge repulsive force. Wang Hao's approach to Ling Tingfeng became even slower.
When Ling Tingfeng saw Wang Hao like this, he became excited. He thought to himself, "Could it be that I overestimated him? If this is all I have, I will be the one who will win today!"
Wang Hao's body stopped in the air. He no longer had the strength to resist the devil Qi vortex.
Although Wang Hao had lost his strength, it didn't mean that the sword in his hand had also lost its strength. The scabbard of the Dragon Abyss Sword started to decompose from the top.
The scabbard at the edge of the sword separated out several strands of fluorescent light that were as thick as a strand of hair. They slowly rotated in the same direction.
The scabbard bloomed, revealing the sword hidden within. The power that Wang Hao had lost reappeared!
The Dragon Abyss Sword that was trapped in the scabbard revealed its sword edge. The sharp sword force caused a crack to appear in the vortex of devilish energy.
Ling Tingfeng was shocked. He hurriedly circulated his power and closed the vortex of devil energy. This was his last barrier. Once Wang Hao cut it open, he would only die.
"I won't lose again!"
Ling Tingfeng furiously roared. Both of his hands trembled violently. His skin, which had lost its flesh and blood, was like a broken cloth, trembling in the wind.
The scabbard of the Dragon Abyss Sword bloomed faster and faster. Under the sharp sword force, Wang Hao slashed through the wind and waves.
"Break!"
After the sword sheath fully bloomed, Wang Hao waved his left hand and slapped the sword hilt of the Dragon Abyss Sword. The Dragon Abyss Sword turned into a bloody light and pierced through the demonic vortex!
The vortex of demonic energy came to an abrupt stop. Ling Tingfeng fell to the ground. The Dragon Abyss Sword on his chest had already sunk into the sword hilt.
"No... I don't believe it... I don't want to..."
Ling Tingfeng wanted to stand up, but he was already at the end of his rope. Before he could stand up, the leg bones in his legs broke and he fell to the ground.
At this time, Ling Tingfeng was only a skeleton wrapped in skin. If it weren't for the Devil Cultivator having a more powerful life force than an ordinary martial artist, he would have died a long time ago.
Looking at the offerings that were close at hand, Ling Tingfeng's heart was filled with despair.
In the end, he still lost. He lost to Wang Hao once more.
"Putong!"
Wang Hao fell to the ground with his butt on the ground. His back was leaning against a stone pillar as he gasped for breath.
"Wang Hao!"
Zhao Muer hurriedly ran to Wang Hao's side and scrambled to find a life-saving Medicine Pill from the Essence Ring. Wang Hao's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Even his lips were dry like a cracked piece of land. Zhao Muer's heart ached like needles.
Looking at Zhao Muer's anxious look, Wang Hao endured the pain all over his body and revealed a smile.
"Muer, don't worry. I won't die."
Tears condensed in Zhao Muer's eyes and fell down. She nodded her head vigorously. "You can't die. I won't let you die!"
She stuffed a Medicine Pill into Wang Hao's mouth and he swallowed it slowly.
Wang Hao wanted to sit up, but he could not even move his fingers. He said softly, "Go and save Zhao Jun!"
Zhao Muer nodded and walked in front of Zhao Jun. She cut off the chains that bound her body.
Perhaps it was because she was imprisoned for a short period of time, Zhao Jun's injuries were clearly much lighter compared to other sacrifices. Zhao Muer transferred some Yuan energy to her and Zhao Jun quickly woke up.
Looking at Zhao Muer, Zhao Jun asked weakly, "Who are you?"
Zhao Muer helped Zhao Jun up, "It was Wang Hao who saved you."
Zhao Jun only saw Wang Hao now and felt touched in her heart, "Wang Hao, I owe you another favor!"
"We are friends, why should we thank each other? Zhao Jun, if you still have the strength, help me kill Ling Tingfeng. I don't want to dirty Muer's hands. I can only trouble you."
Zhao Jun looked at Ling Tingfeng, and a shocking killing intent burst out from her body. Like the other sacrifices, she had suffered a lot from Ling Tingfeng's torture.
" Devil Cultivator, go and die! "
Just as Zhao Jun was walking towards Ling Tingfeng, in the corridor that led to the ground, dense footsteps suddenly sounded. A terrifying Yuan energy enveloped the ground!
"Wang Hao, are you alright!"
The first to rush into the ground was the nervous Cheen Yuan, as well as the murderous domain lord.
Seeing that Wang Hao was fine, Cheen Yuan let out a sigh of relief. In order to find help, she almost broke her leg.
The domain lord looked at the underground altar, and his eyes were as deep as water.
He walked towards Ling Tingfeng step by step, and the power gathered in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.
Seeing the domain lord make a move personally, Zhao Jun made way for him. She looked at the old man, but found that the domain lord's eyes revealed a complicated look.
This look seemed to be a struggle between whether to kill Ling Tingfeng or not.
Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to speak but was shocked to find that her throat was grabbed by an invisible force and could not make any sound.
The genius warriors of Three Great Academies rushed into the ground one after another. Everyone was shocked by the scene on the altar. No one noticed that there seemed to be something unusual about the domain lord.
The domain lord walked in front of Ling Tingfeng. As long as a tenth of the force in his palm was poured out, it would be easily destroyed.
Ling Tingfeng raised his head with all his strength, his face was filled with a faint smile.
"You... What are you waiting for? "