Chapter 1163: Terrible Swordsmanship

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And that Yin Gui Lao Dao was holding the pot of ten thousand ghosts, howling unceasingly, as if mourning a concubine.

Those ghosts were cultivated by him with countless painstaking efforts, and they were also his greatest reliance, but now they are all gone, and they were all swallowed up by that kid.

Hearing that sound was so delicious, he really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Then, he was frightened for a while.

That kid's soul is too weird, he can transform into form, and exudes a sense of grandeur, completely suppressing his ghost, this kid is clearly his nemesis!

"Old ghost, are there any more?"

Tang Hao shouted jokingly.

The ghost old man flickered, but he was so angry that he almost fainted.

This brat is so disgusting!

"Stinky brat, my **** uncle!" He yelled angrily, but then retreated in a desperate manner.

There were still some ghosts in the pot, but he was determined not to summon them again.

If he was eaten by this kid again, he would really cry.

All the old monsters stopped, their faces gloomy and dignified.

Without those ghosts, the ghost old man would be considered half useless.

With so many of them besieging this boy, in just a short while, one person was killed and another was disabled. The strength and means of this boy were completely beyond their expectations.

"Stinky boy, don't hide if you have the guts, fight with me!"

An old man from Eighth Continent yelled sharply, but he was extremely ashamed and annoyed, this kid didn't know what kind of movement technique he had learned, he was so slippery that he couldn't catch him at all.

Tang Hao glanced coldly, "Your name is Taoist Ji Ling, right?"

"That's right! Daoist Ji Ling, how dare you fight me!"

The old man shouted loudly.

"OK!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed, "Boy, what's your name, tell me your name!"

"My surname is Tang and my name is Hao!"

Tang Hao said lightly.

"Tang Hao? I wrote it down!"

The old man's body was shocked, his aura exploded, and a bright golden light burst out from his eyes. In front of him, a golden sword buzzed and trembled, bursting out with a shocking sword energy.

This is a sword cultivator!

"I still have another name, my surname is Qin, and my name is Wuming!" Tang Hao smiled calmly.

"Qin Wuming?"

Taoist Ji Ling was stunned for a moment, but felt that the name sounded familiar.

"Some people also call me King Qin! I don't know if you've heard of it!"

Tang Hao stretched out his hand lightly, the golden light flashed, and the Eight Desolation Halberd flew out. He held it heavily, and heard a thunderous cry, and the soul of the dragon soared into the sky, coiling behind him.

He stood with his halberd on his halberd, his pupils were full of divine light, his ink was flying, and there was a dragon coiling around his back, his majestic power was like an ancient god of war coming to the world.

The Taoist Ji Ling was startled again, and when his eyes touched the divine halberd, his eyes widened suddenly, showing extreme shock and horror.

"You...you are the Ninth King? That peerless evildoer? Are you alive?"

Taoist Ji Ling cried out in amazement.

The rest of the Eighth Continent were also extremely shocked. Of course they had heard of the name of King Qin, but didn't it mean that he was dead, why is he still doing well now?

"It's right here!"

Tang Hao gave a cold drink, rushed out violently, and slashed down heavily with both hands on the halberd.

clang!

There was a loud bang.

The golden sword was shaken, and was immediately sent flying, while the Taoist Ji Ling was shaken all over his body, and was thrown backwards by the energy, and then he spit out blood with a puff.

When he stopped his figure, he already showed a look of panic.

This kid is terrible!

He is only in the middle stage of cultivation, but the strength of Dao Yuan and the strength of his physical body are simply unbelievable. In addition to that supreme treasure, even he is no match.

He was immediately terrified and didn't dare to fight any more. As soon as his divine sense moved, he wanted to call back his flying sword.

But at this moment, Tang Hao reached out, and the Star Picker flew out, grabbed the sword, snatched it over, quickly erased the mark, and took it as his own.

"What are you doing...my sword!"

Taoist Ji Ling first exclaimed, and then screamed.

"What is your sword, this is obviously my sword!"

Tang Hao rolled his eyes at him, "Look if you don't believe me!"

As he spoke, he even made the sword fly around.

Taoist Ji Ling shuddered all over, and finally couldn't help it, spurting out a mouthful of old blood.

"Oh my god! It's so shameless!"

A group of old monsters were speechless.

It's not that they haven't seen the thing of robbing treasures before, but after robbing treasures and showing off in front of the robbed people, they really haven't seen it before.

"Fellow daoists, we have to work together and cooperate sincerely, otherwise we won't be able to kill him."

"Yes! We have to work together."

All the old monsters agreed.

After shouting a few times, they became enraged.

After all, they are all seniors who have lived for a thousand years. It is really embarrassing for a group of people to deal with a young boy in his tens of years!

They regrouped and prepared to work closely together to kill this kid in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, Tang Hao moved first, he rushed out and rushed towards the group of old monsters. In his pupils, dots of stars suddenly lit up, there were six of them, arranged in the shape of a southern dipper.

"This kid is crazy! Dare to rush over!"

"Good opportunity! Quick, kill him!"

A group of people shouted excitedly and started their hands one after another.

At this moment, Tang Hao murmured suddenly, "I see!"

The next moment, with a lift of his right hand, he raised the golden sword in his hand and made a false stroke.

He didn't have any vigor, nor did he have any sword glow, it was as if he just drew a sword at random.

A group of old monsters were startled, and they were all stunned.

They looked left and right, and then laughed.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

"This kid is crazy!"

They laughed and mocked.

But the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly, and a group of old monsters froze, but they realized that a strange force had penetrated their bodies just now.

For a moment, they felt inexplicable palpitations and sweated profusely, as if something extremely important had been stripped from their bodies.

"Shouyuan, why is my lifespan less than a year!"

"Me too! How could this be?"

A moment later, there was a terrified cry.

When the others heard it, they couldn't believe it. Could it be that the boy's sword cut off Shouyuan just now?

How can this be!

How could there be such a heaven-defying and terrifying swordsmanship in this world!

But when they sensed it themselves, their faces changed drastically, and they were almost knocked out of their wits.

Shouyuan really lost a year!

Shouyuan is a thing that is constant. Whatever level of cultivation, there will be as much lifespan. As a cultivator, I can sense it in the dark.

After a year, they can also sense it.

As for things like longevity, let alone a year, even a month is extremely precious. Now that a year has been cut off all of a sudden, how can it not make them panic!