At this moment, the entire stone room was silent, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard, as if everything was dead and silent in this short period of time.

It lasted for ten breaths before Yang Ming could fully react, staring at Wu Hao, a little unable to believe that Shicai's words came out of his mouth.

Xu Yu also stared at Wu Hao without blinking, his eyes were full of weirdness, his lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"You have to say it again."

Yang Ming took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said.

"Are you deaf?"

Wu Hao said again, which completely made Yang Ming fall into a state of rage, but he didn't expect that Wu Hao would dare to do this, and he spoke without mercy.

But they didn't think that they had ever shown affection for Wu Hao in their words, Xiang Fei was like this, and Yang Ming was even more so, they all regarded Wu Hao as a lamb.

Wu Hao ignored Yang Ming, whose face was already gloomy and seemed to be dripping water, and said to Xiang Fei: "Are you disabled?" If you want this knife to shoot yourself, the lessons from the past are not deep enough, and you have to borrow the hands of others? ”

Wu Hao seemed to be a different person, and he was extremely humiliated when he spoke, and he didn't give the two of them any face at all.

"And you, in order to get what you want, you are willing to pay any price, even if you sleep with others and are toyed with by others, even so, just go and be a prostitute, what are you doing here?" Wu Hao looked at Xu Yu, who was holding Yang Ming's forearm, and said indifferently.

Is this guy crazy? Or is it evil? The three of them all had such thoughts in their hearts at the moment, otherwise how could they say something that was not brainless in front of three people who were stronger than themselves?

"I really don't understand, where did you get the courage to dare to say such a thing?"

Xiang Fei spoke at this time, and almost every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he was suppressing the monstrous anger that overturned the river and the sea.

"Humph!"

Wu Hao snorted coldly, if it was normal, he would never blurt out these words hidden in his heart, because after all, his current cultivation could not bear the consequences of saying these words, at most, he could only insult in his heart, and wait until he had the strength to come back to the field.

But somehow, from the moment he held the black evil sword, the depression in his heart also dissipated, and was replaced by an indescribable strange feeling, as if he had to say anything that made him unhappy.

"What an evil knife."

Wu Hao thought in his heart, his palms were already oozing with sweat, if it weren't for the sudden coolness in Shicai's mind that made him calm down, he would probably have to continue.

"Right and wrong, you have your own justice, you can do it yourself." After saying this, Wu Hao didn't look back and prepared to slip away, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and swept towards the stone gate.

"Arrogant and ignorant boy, you let out a fart that shouldn't be released, do you want to just walk away?"

A figure was like wind and lightning, catching up with Wu Hao, both palms came out, and two surging palms hit Wu Hao's back.

On those palms, the turquoise light was swirling, and it was the wood spiritual power, and without looking at it, you could know that the person who made the shot was Yang Ming, the wind was surging, and the palm was strong, obviously Yang Ming did not spare the slightest hand.

Wu Hao suddenly felt a strong danger surging into his heart, and when he was about to take this palm with all his strength, his heart suddenly cleared, and a trace of enlightenment was about to surge up, and the black evil knife in his right hand rotated, and he swung a knife backwards.

A cheerful and strange hiss seemed to sound from the knife, and the knife was as fast as thunder, faintly looking at the world's tyrannical atmosphere.

The two palms that Yang Ming punched out with all his strength were instantly broken, and that knife still attacked him like a devastating force.

"What?" Yang Ming's face changed drastically suddenly, and his heart was shocked, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and an extremely powerful sword slashed towards the black evil sword.

"Bang!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron came from the stone room, and the long sword in Yang Ming's hand broke on the spot.

"How is that possible?"

Yang Ming's eyes were convex, his eyes were full of disbelief, he didn't dare to be hard with it, his feet moved, his body suddenly floated and ghostly, and in a few flashes, he had withdrawn dozens of meters away.

In this short breath, it was really thrilling, if it weren't for Yang Ming's considerable combat experience and not low cultivation, I am afraid that he would be in a different place at this moment.

This scene also saw Xiang Fei and Xu Yu's eyelids jumping, that knife, strange and demonic, did not seem to be fast, but it seemed to lock the enemy, with the momentum of breaking mountains and rivers, and the power of overwhelming mountains and seas, which made people feel shocked.

That knife can only be taken, but it can't be avoided, but if it is hard, what kind of strength does it need to take it?

Even the sword made of gold and steel was cut in half by the other party, and it was simply broken in half, what quality did the black evil knife achieve?

Could it be a mid-grade spirit soldier?

No, the middle-grade spirit soldiers can't cut off the low-grade spirit soldiers so neatly, is it the high-grade spirit soldiers? But how could a treasure soldier of this level appear on the first layer?

With just one knife, the three of them were completely shocked.

Wu Hao stared blankly at the black evil knife in his hand, and then looked at Yang Ming, who had a blood mark on the palms of both hands, and the blood was flowing outward, and a faint surprise also flashed in his eyes, the power of this knife made him unexpected.

In an instant, he swung a knife, and then that kind of realization disappeared, Wu Hao tried to recall, thinking about the feeling when he slashed out that knife, and was silent in this mystery.

Xiang Fei stared at Wu Hao, he seemed to notice a hint of clues, and said coldly: "Good sword technique, I will also try the power." ”

The figure roared towards Wu Hao, and its five fingers formed claws, emitting a sharp cold light, tearing through the air, and shooting at Wu Hao's throat at an astonishing speed.

In terms of cultivation, Xiang Fei was at the peak of the spiritual power realm, much stronger than Yang Ming, and he was also an earth spiritual power cultivator, and the power of this claw was enough to pierce the golden cracking stone.

Wu Hao, who was silent in enlightenment, was interrupted on the spot, and in an instant, the mysterious and mysterious feeling, like a fairy mountain on the sea, became ethereal.

Wu Hao's eyes were cold and violent, his body stirred up a gust of wind, and he retreated violently, the black evil knife in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically, bursting out with a fierce qi, the ghost light of the knife body flickered, and it was waved by Wu Hao, but there was a strange aura.

"Hawkwind Claw!"

Xiang Fei sneered, the dark orange light on his claws flashed, which was a sign of the explosion of 'earth' spiritual power, and in an instant, Xiang Fei's claws seemed to be made by King Kong, and they were actually hard against the Black Evil Knife.

"Bang bang!"

After all, the gap in cultivation was there, and the powerful power displayed by Xiang Fei made it quite difficult for Wu Hao to parry, and it was only in a moment of enlightenment that he could slash out and shock Yang Ming back.

But now......

"I guessed it right, you relied on the instantaneous enlightenment to be able to split the knife at will, and now it's out, right?" Xiang Fei attacked wildly, sneering again and again.

Wu Hao's face turned cold, and there seemed to be blood red in his eyes, and he said, "You are so despicable." ”

Even though the Burning Yan Sword Technique had a flesh-and-blood connection with him, after all, his cultivation was too low, and it was difficult for him to completely penetrate the essence and mystery of this Magnificent Sword Technique, and I am afraid that only with his cultivation a little bit of improvement would he have a deeper understanding of the Three-Style Sword Technique.

And the kind of enlightenment that is suitable for talents is almost an opportunity that cultivators can encounter but cannot seek, if Wu Hao is left to understand, it is really possible to penetrate the trajectory of that knife.

But at a critical moment, he was forcibly interrupted by Xiang Fei, this kind of thing that hurts others and is not beneficial to oneself, ordinary people will not do it, and they will not do it like this, which is almost a life-and-death enmity with the other party.

"Boy, you can hold on to my hands for so long, you are proud enough." Xiang Fei said, the strong claws slapped the black evil knife, which immediately made the black knife tremble, and the powerful force was also shocked Wu Hao retreated dozens of meters again and again before stopping.

Wu Hao's expression was indifferent, there seemed to be murderous intent brewing in his eyes, and his lips were tightly closed, but a wisp of blood was still gurgling out of the corners of his mouth.

That concussive force was really domineering, causing Wu Hao's meridians to be damaged on the spot, and he suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Facing a figure of this level, Ren Wuhao is no longer what it used to be, and he also has a feeling of poor donkey skills.

However, at this moment, the blood-red meaning in Wu Hao's eyes had climbed to the point that his entire eyes were as red as blood, like a demon like a beast, but in an instant, that blood-red meaning disappeared, and then there was a black mist, and the world in his eyes seemed to be gradually eroded by the demonic mist.

Wu Hao's entire eyes changed with an extremely terrifying scene at this moment, and then, his heart suddenly surged with an irrepressible violent aura.

Standing opposite Wu Hao, Xiang Fei, who was still sneering wantonly, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and in an instant, he was like falling into an ice cellar, and a thick aura of death enveloped him, making him feel powerless to resist.

"What's going on? This kid's eyes are terrible. Xiang Fei felt an inexplicable apprehension, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast, and his whole body was terrified.

"Boy, go die." Xiang Fei suddenly saw that in Wu Hao's blood-red and black mist cyclic eyes, he saw a terrible scene, and he was almost humiliated to death.

A thick delusion came to his heart, as if, if he didn't kill Wu Hao today, from now on, he would never have a chance again, he would be trampled under Wu Hao's feet, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.

As a result, the killing machine was born spontaneously, the killing intent burst all over his body, the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, and the dark orange light on his palm seemed to condense into substance, and a terrifying fluctuation that made people palpitate spread from it.

"Spiritual power? It's so strong, I can't imagine that he can perform a long-range attack just by cultivating in the spiritual power realm? Xu Yumei's eyes flashed, and her face showed a look of shock.

"That should be with the help of the advantage of combat skills, destroying spiritual power to attack in the air, at least high-level combat skills are also required, Xiang Fei has a high level of understanding, and the cultivation of spiritual power realm can actually penetrate the essence and mystery of high-level combat skills." Yang Ming's eyes were also shining, quite surprised.

Wu Hao looked at the terrifying spiritual power palm print, his face was calm, his eyes shone with a terrifying black light, and he stood motionless, as if Xiang Fei's blow did not pose any threat to him at all.

"Presumptuous, dare to go wild in the Armory Pavilion, who gave you the guts?"