Wang Hao became famous in a fight, and won the championship of this ancient martial arts conference with the attitude of the strongest dark horse, which shocked the entire Chinese rivers and lakes.

The most shocked people are none other than the people of the Oriental family.

Heavenly Dao Ancestor, Dongfang Ang, and the sharp knife that was beaten into a vegetative state and lay on a stretcher.

"Master, Young Master Ang, you must avenge me, avenge me!"

The Heavenly Sword Ancestor glared at the knife angrily and scolded, "Useless thing!"

After scolding, he saw that Dongfang Ang's face was a little wrong, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Even Tianjiao Dongfang Ang was defeated in Wang Hao's hands, and he scolded the knife as a useless thing, wouldn't he even scold him together?

However, Dongfang Ang didn't intend to worry about this, his face was gloomy, and he said: "Ancestor, that Wang Hao insulted my Dongfang family, the crime is unforgivable, do you have a way to kill him, and get rid of this big trouble for my Dongfang family?"

Heavenly Dao Ancestor stroked his silver-white beard and said, "Young master, don't worry, this time I will personally go out, and I will definitely let that Wang Hao'er die without a place to be buried!"

Hearing the assurances of the Heavenly Sword Ancestor, Dongfang Ang nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is very good, if you can get rid of that Wang Hao and go to a big trouble for my Dongfang family, the little nephew will be grateful!"

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The night sky is full of stars!

Wang Hao held a cigarette in his mouth, spitting out smoke rings gracefully, and the sparks were bright and extinguished, reflecting his solemn expression.

The cold wind blows, and on the hill in front, the afterimages are intertwined, giving people a sense of fragmentation and horror.

Sensing this, Wang Hao couldn't help frowning, and his two bright eyes were as sharp and cold as sharp blades out of the sheath.

"It's not good, there's murderous intent!"

Before he could speak on the ground, he saw a person rushing out of the mountain path in the west.

It held two knives, shining under the reflection of the cold moon, and his figure was as fast as a ghost.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao's pupils shrank slightly, and he muttered to himself: "Twin Sword Ghost Liu Tang!"

"Hiss, hiss......"

Immediately, there was the sound of fast horses neighing.

The white war horse roared like a white impermanence holding a mourning stick.

Wang Hao's pupils tightened, and his lips moved slightly: "White Horse Zhang San!"

Shuangdao Liu Tang and White Horse Zhang San, these two are masters who have been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes.

However, there is no substantive conflict between himself and the two of them. Why did they kill themselves here......

As soon as Wang Hao thought of this, Liu Tang and Zhang San, the double knife, had already killed both of them.

"Boom, boom!"

Liu Tang staggered his knives and slashed at Wang Hao's head.

Wang Hao leaned back and dodged dangerously.

At this moment, the white horse Zhang San sang, carrying a sword, swept like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

Wang Hao rolled on the spot, the cold light in his sleeve flickered, and slashed towards the throat of the white horse.

"Poof!"

The white horse's throat was cut, and blood gushed out.

Immediately, the white horse was seen looking up to the sky and neighing, letting out a desperate roar, and slumping heavily to the ground.

The horse stumbled, and Zhang San fell off the horse.

He hurriedly ran to the white horse, half-knelt on the ground, and shouted hysterically with a little crying: "Horse, horse, hateful Wang Hao, you killed my horse, I will kill you!"

Facing Zhang San, who was like losing his mind, Wang Hao frowned, the cold light flickered on his fingertips, and a willow leaf flying knife pierced out of the air.

"Bang!"

Zhang San only felt a cold light flashing in front of his eyes, and before he could react, he felt his throat cold, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the sky, like a puddle of mud, and he collapsed to the ground.

When Liu Tang saw Wang Hao's move, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Sword King Dongfang Tao's nirvana stunt, Phantom Flying Knife?"

On the corner of Wang Hao's mouth, a smile rose and said, "It's your turn now!"

Facing Wang Hao, who was like a grim reaper, Liu Tang was frightened, his body convulsed, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He staggered his swords, and after a false move, he wanted to flee into the depths of the distant mountains.

Seeing this scene, a cold smile rose on the corner of Wang Hao's mouth.

"Hehe, do you think you can escape?"

The murderous voice had just come out, Wang Hao turned sideways in the air, the cold light flashed at his fingertips, and he broke through the air and attacked Liu Tang.

Liu Tang only felt a stabbing pain in his back, and then he spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground heavily.

Wang Hao stepped forward, glanced at Liu Tang's corpse out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the other party was already dead, so he clapped his hands and shouted at the forest in the distance: "After watching a good show for so long, it's time to come out, right?"

Without waiting for Wang Hao's words to land, he saw an old man with white hair and beard, jumping down from the branches of the old tree.

The person who came was none other than Wang Hao's old rival, the Heavenly Sword Ancestor!

Wang Hao's expression was slightly solemn, he rubbed the tip of his nose, and said, "Who did I think it was, it turned out to be you, an old immortal!"

A sharp light flashed in the cloudy eyes of the Heavenly Sword Ancestor, staring at Wang Hao's right hand, and asked coldly, "The stunt you just performed, but the Phantom Flying Knife?"

Wang Hao pursed his lips and said, "What is it, what is it, is there a difference?"

Heavenly Dao Ancestor looked at Wang Hao and asked word by word: "Who are you Dao King Dongfang Tao, and where is he now?"

Wang Hao smiled coldly and said, "In the underworld, I'll send you to see him now!"

The last word "he" had just been exported, Wang Hao stepped on the triangular refraction step, put his hands together, and slammed into the Heavenly Dao Ancestor with the momentum of splitting Mount Tai.

"Huh!"

As if playing a trick, the Heavenly Sword Ancestor pulled out a dark red scimitar and slashed at Wang Hao in the air.

Wang Hao didn't dare to hold it up, he saw the Heavenly Sword Ancestor draw his knife, and he also pulled out the whale cutting knife.

"Dang Qiang!"

The two knives struck, like a dragon fighting a tiger, bursting out a burst of brilliant calcium carbide sparks, reflecting the faces of both warring sides.

The Heavenly Sword Ancestor slapped out a palm with one hand, and slashed directly at Wang Hao's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

If, this palm is split by him. Wang Hao's entire head will crumble like a broken watermelon.

At this critical moment, Wang Hao's head tilted, narrowly avoiding this fatal palm.

Immediately, he took the opportunity to bully him, waved his palm like a knife, and swept towards the neck of the Heavenly Sword Ancestor, in a vain attempt to directly cut off the artery of this old thing.

Who is the Heavenly Sword Ancestor, and how could he let Wang Hao succeed?

He burst out suddenly, and the strong true yuan power, like a surging river, hit Wang Hao repeatedly.

Wang Hao saw that the situation was not good, and "kicked and stared" three steps back.

Seeing that Wang Hao had been forced to retreat, the Heavenly Sword Ancestor quickly chased after him like a maggot on a tarsal bone.