Yin Zuimo was slightly shocked in his heart.

Looking at Li Yiruo's tone, Ding Hao has gained some great peerless opportunity in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], and he has grown to an incredible point, and he should still be above the Orion boy Zhang Fan.

After a simple discussion, [Tianyin Valley] finally sent twenty elite disciples, led by Qin Ying, the number two person, to urge the flying Xuan Qi and rush to the Sword Sect with Zhang Fan and Li Yiruo as soon as possible.

Ximen Qianxue, who was still in a coma, was temporarily placed in the [Tianyin Valley] and was taken care of by a special person on time.

......

......

"Ding Hao?!"

Seeing the handsome young man in Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared in front of him, Wang Juefeng's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

At this time, the [Poison Son] is extremely miserable.

He was dressed in a tattered robe, and his exposed muscles were covered with all kinds of wounds, sword wounds, burn marks, whiplash wounds, and blood holes, and his whole body was almost blurred with flesh and could not find a whole piece of flesh, one eye was gouged out, one hand and one foot were cut off, and his arms were nailed to the stone wall with a long iron scar, and the shape was extremely miserable.

Such torture, if it were an ordinary person, would have died 10,000 times a long time ago.

Wang Juefeng is a master above the innate level, even if the Xuan Qi cultivation is sealed, but the physical vitality is extremely strong and tortured, but he is still alive strong.

"Teaching ......" After Ding Hao was stunned, he only felt that the anger in his chest was about to explode.

He rushed to him as soon as possible, carefully wrapped it in Xuan Qi, pulled out those iron nails, and rescued Wang Juefeng, although he had imagined the tragic situation he had seen many times before entering the underground blood prison, but Wang Juefeng's tragic experience still made Ding Hao feel that the blood all over his body was about to be ignited by anger.

"I'm sorry, I ...... It's late!" Ding Hao couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu is not dead yet, you are crying fart! crying and mourning!" Wang Juefeng didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and sat up directly, the wounds on his body cracked and plasma spurted out.

He laughed and said, "I knew that you kid would come sooner or later...... By the way, you kid never did something that you were not sure of before, how about this time? Harvest it again in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield]? The hope of the revival of the sect is all on you, if you can't beat those people from the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] on the mountain now, then quickly nail Lao Tzu back again, you can run away with your tail between your legs, as far as you can, incognito, and when will you be sure to revive the sect, and then come out. ”

Ding Hao was amused by his attitude of not caring about his injuries, and said, "Incognito, according to what you said, do I have to be disfigured and change my face first?"

Wang Juefeng said with a smile: "Just the virtue of your kid who is stinky and coquettish to seduce a beautiful girl and disfigure you, will you do it?"

Ding Hao gritted his teeth and nodded reassuringly: "It seems that you are still alive and well, at least your ability to pull hatred has not diminished in the slightest." Being ridiculed by Wang Juefeng, Ding Hao's mood finally improved.

"In this way, you kid is really sure to defeat those [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] people now?" Wang Juefeng felt calm and confident from Ding Hao's body, which showed that he was absolutely sure of reviving the sect.

Ding Hao took out a few pills from the storage ring and fed them to Wang Juefeng's mouth, then injected Xuan Qi into his body to treat his injuries, and nodded: "It's not just the person who defeated the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] on Wenjian Mountain, even the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] in Sword Prefecture will disappear from this world forever." ”

Wang Juefeng was stunned: "I didn't expect to see you for half a year, and your kid's bragging skills have risen." But he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said nothing more.

Because Wang Juefeng knows very well that since Ding Hao said that there is no problem, it is really no problem.

He believed in the kid in front of him.

Feeling the severe pain that had tormented him for more than a month slowly receding like the tide of the ebb tide, Wang Juefeng groaned comfortably, remembered something, squinted at Ding Hao, and couldn't help but remind: "You kid, don't brag, now on the mountain, in addition to the peak sword cultivation of the four great martial kings at the beginning, there is a half-step martial emperor realm sword cultivator sitting in charge, don't be careless." ”

"It's just a chicken, a dog. Ding Hao took out another pill, crushed it and smeared it on Wang Juefeng's wound, and said: "When the sect recovers, I will continue to help you treat, don't worry, as long as you are still alive, I can let them grow back for you." ”

"Really, fake?" Wang Juefeng's spirit was shocked.

No one wants to be a wasted person, and this news is absolutely natural for him.

However, he still pretended to be indifferent on the surface, and said lightly: "In fact, even if it is not good, Lao Tzu can run rampant in Selangor with one hand, one eye and one leg, and the children of the rivers and lakes are informal." ”

"Just pretend. Ding Hao helped him stand up, and said angrily: "I have checked all the entire underground blood prison, Senior Brother Guan Feidu and others are much better, and they have not been punished, but you were injured in the end, and you were almost beaten into a dead dog, I think it is probably your stinky mouth, you don't forget to pull hatred all the time, and scold people in a hurry, so you will be cleaned up in death!"

Before finding Wang Juefeng, Ding Hao had indeed walked through the entire underground blood prison again.

To his extreme surprise, the hundreds of elites of the Sword Sect who were locked up here, in fact, did not suffer any injuries except for the Xuan Qi cultivation being sealed, nor did they suffer too much torture, a little weird, Ding Hao had already killed several masters guarding the blood prison, let Huan Huan and Nizi rescue everyone, and under the guidance of Guan Feidu, he came to the deepest part of the blood prison to save Wang Juefeng.

Only Wang Juefeng was tortured and unadult, and the only explanation was that this guy was unforgiving and brought trouble to himself.

"Damn, I can't control the heavens and the earth, I can't control Lao Tzu from scolding people," Wang Juefeng said stupidly: "Even if it is a thousand cuts, Lao Tzu has to scold it, hehe, it's only happy to scold!"

Ding Hao was speechless.

But this is also Wang Juefeng's character.

Even if it is a sword, as long as it is unhappy, it must be scolded.

While speaking, Guan Feidu and the others walked over from the corridor.

After being locked up for such a long time, everyone's spirits were a little tired, but there was a look of excitement in their eyes, Ding Hao's arrival gave them endless confidence, compared to the hope of reviving the sect, what is the little physical torture?

"Ding Hao!"

"Senior Brother Ding!"

"Uncle Ding!"

Different titles rang out in the dungeon space at the same time, and the sound contained surprise.

Ding Hao was surrounded by the crowd in the center.

These people are all the elites of the Sword Sect, and at this time, Ding Hao has lifted the Xuanqi seal in his body, restored his former strength, and there are a few who are not low, but at this moment, they are all centered on Ding Hao.

Because before the Sword Sect was destroyed, Ding Hao was the master of the Hidden Sword Peak, and he was also the apprentice of the abandoned green shirt, the same generation as the head Li Jianyi, and he had the right to inspect the sect before he played, and in fact, he was already one of the giants and figures on an equal footing with the six first of the six peaks.

Now the first of the six peaks of the Wenjian Sect, except for the rebellious Tang Buddha tears, all of them have been killed in battle, and some of the elders of the sect with high seniority have almost all died, and among the remaining people of the entire Wenjian Sect, Ding Hao has the highest status.

Guan Feidu, Leng Yixuan, Wang Xiaosa, Murong Shengnan, Zhuo Ziyan and others all looked at Ding Hao.

"Okay, what to do next, you kid talk about it, we all cooperate with you!" Wang Juefeng patted Ding Hao's shoulder and said.

He also felt a little emotional.

Back then, because he felt that Ding Hao had some talent, so when he was the chief teacher of the Tsing Yi East Academy, he took care of him, but he didn't expect that it had only been less than three years, the world had changed, the sect had ups and downs, but this young man had grown into the pillar of the entire sect.

"Let's go to the Houshan Mine Cave to save people first, and then find the people of the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] to settle accounts!" Ding Hao took out various weapons and armor from the storage ring, distributed them to everyone, and then divided some healing high-grade pills, and after being fully armed, he said: "This time, we must be fast, plow the court and sweep the holes, and do not leave the opponent the slightest room to fight back, [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] The people and the masters of the other major sects, I will deal with them, you must rescue the fellow sect who was imprisoned in the mine as soon as possible, safe and sound, and ask the Sword Sect that no one can die anymore. ”

"Good!"

"Listen to Senior Brother Ding!"

After everyone deliberated and divided the route, they began to move.

After getting out of the underground blood prison, the group had a clear purpose and murderous spirit, and walked towards the direction of the mine in the garbage area of the back mountain for the first time.

Everyone's face was filled with boundless killing intent, and the anger was in the sky.

A group of people are like an unstoppable torrent, along the way, someone found out that something was wrong, tried to come over to stop it, and was killed as minced meat as soon as possible, and the hatred that had been brewing for more than a month needed to be vented at this moment, and many martial arts masters of other sects stationed on Wenjian Mountain were suddenly submerged in it!

Dangdangdang!

When the group came to the edge of the garbage area in the back mountain, the alarm bell finally rang.

A series of warning flames rose into the sky.

"Let's go, go to the mine first!" Ding Hao shouted, he walked in the front, unstoppable.

Once there is an enemy whose strength has reached the innate level, Ding Hao will crush it in an instant with a casual blow, such a strong and incomparable appearance, which makes the people of the Sword Sect even more angry, like a tiger stepping on a flock of sheep, destroying the enemy who is trying to stop it.

The former garbage area in the back mountains has changed dramatically at this time.

Most of the garbage has been cleaned up, retreated into a flat site, and a huge tent has been temporarily erected, all of which are refined with inscription alchemy materials, the surface of the tent is flickering with looming inscriptions, and a large number of inscription sword arrays have been set up everywhere, this is the place where the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] is refining the Xuanjing ore, hoarding a large number of Xuanjing ore, and there are also many masters stationed to guard.

"Open the inscription formation and trap them!" someone shouted in the distance.

In the next moment, the inscription flames that rose to the sky, surging with the power of the Emperor of the Heavens, faintly turned into huge sword lights, appearing from all sides, enveloping everyone in the Sword Sect, the terrifying sword qi tearing power, as if even the sky was about to tear apart, it was the inscription of the sword array of the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect].

Ask the Sword Sect everyone to change color.

This kind of super sect's means is not something they can resist, trapped in it, feeling a suffocating sense of oppression, and the body is as if a mountain is heavy.

"Haha, they are trapped, urge the sword formation, kill this group of thugs, and leave no one behind!" someone in the distance laughed and gave the order.

The inscription formation was pushed to the limit, and the huge sword light was like a substance, releasing an incomparable killing machine, a terrifying tearing force, and it was going to completely strangle the people of the Sword Sect.

Ding Hao suddenly stepped on the ground, and his whole body bloomed with endless golden rays.

Rumble!

The earth shakes.

The endless huge sword light slashed down, standing on top of this golden mang, and could no longer invade a single bit, and the people of the Sword Sect beside Ding Hao instantly only felt that all the pressure disappeared, and the terrifying tearing power was completely isolated from the golden mang.

"What's going on, give me all the strength to urge the formation, kill, kill them!" a strong man commanding in the distance, angry and shouted.

"Get out!"

Ding Hao shouted and stomped on the ground.

A huge golden phantom appeared behind him, looking down on everyone like a god, and with a bang, the golden sword light on all sides was completely destroyed in an instant, and the golden veins spread under his feet, and where he passed, the inscription formation of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect in the garbage area of the back mountain was completely destroyed in an instant.

The terrifying aura swept out like a raging wave.

Wherever the golden flame passed, every qiē blocking resistance turned into flying ashes.

This kind of majesty is like the birth of a god.

"Die!"

Ding Hao's eyes were like electricity, and he looked at it at a glance.

The strong man who had been commanding the sword formation in the distance turned into a blood mist in an instant, and the other twenty or so strong men who maintained the sword formation also spurted blood from their mouths, like a balloon that had burst, exploding on the spot, blood foam and white bones splashing!

The aura of being strong like the reincarnation of the god of war instantly swept through the entire garbage area in the back mountain.

Everyone stared at this scene blankly, and what happened in front of them simply subverted their cognition.

Wang Juefeng also fell into a kind of indescribable shock, although he had guessed that Ding Hao's strength had risen sharply, but he never expected that he would be so strong that it was simply the Demon God who came into the world.

Behind him, Guan Feidu, Murong Shengnan, Zhuo Ziyan and other disciples of the Sword Sect who came out of the blood prison also grew up one by one and didn't know what to say.

Ding Hao's strength far exceeded their most optimistic estimates.

Some people who were still a little pessimistic and apprehensive at this time were so excited that they almost wanted to roar wildly.

At this moment, they were extremely excited, and they could even be completely sure that the suffering of the Sword Sect was going to end, it was really going to end, and with a master like Ding Hao, a hater would pay the price of blood!

"Kill, kill all the enemies, not a single one is left!"

"Go and rescue your brother in the mine!"

The crowd roared excitedly, like an unstoppable torrent, and rushed towards the cliffs in the crypt in front of them.

All those who tried to stop it were torn to pieces at the first time, and the angry and frantic crowd was like a flood.

Guan Feidu, Leng Yixuan and the others all recovered their strength, and they were unstoppable, and they came to the edge of the cliff as soon as possible.

On the edge of the cliff of the crypt, there are countless cables with a diameter of half a meter, which lead to the depths of the bottomless cave mine, and huge winches pull the cables through the rotation of guò steel arms and grease-soaked pulleys, and continuously transport the underground metacrystalline ore up.

In addition to this, there are dozens of exquisite close-range teleportation inscription formations, which are used to deliver some superb Xuanjing stones.

The winch was driven by the disciples of the Sword Sect with special inscriptions and shackles, about four or five hundred people, driven by the overseers, like cattle and horses, working day and night, one by one, without covering their bodies, and with whip marks on their bodies.

Ding Ding Ding!

Guan Feidu and the others carried their swords like flying, cutting off the shackles on their hands and feet.

"Brothers, the time for revenge has come, pick up the sword in your hand and fight!" Guan Feidu raised his arms and jumped into shape, jumping off the cliff of the crypt first to save the others in the mine below.

And Leng Yixuan stayed, took another part of the people, and continued to rescue these people, and at the same time unlocked the Xuan Qi seal in their bodies.

Suddenly, the entire edge of the crypt cliff was boiling.

The disciples of the Sword Sect, who had finally regained their freedom and strength, suddenly understood what had happened after the initial sluggishness, and they took up their weapons one by one, and under the command of Wang Juefeng and other masters, they began to join the battle in an orderly manner to rescue the others.

This process was like a snowball, more and more disciples of the Sword Sect recovered their strength and faced the enemies who rushed to meet the news, and there were roars and fights everywhere!

Too much anger and hatred has accumulated, and at this moment begins, to vent like crazy.

At this time, most of the people stationed on the mountain gate of the Wenjian Sect were the warriors of the Qingping Academy and other forces that participated in the siege of the Wenjian Sect at that time, about thousands of people, who were powerful and vicious on weekdays, and did not treat the disciples of the Wenjian Sect as human beings, and tried their best to torture and destroy, and even took pleasure in it, at this time, in the face of the angry disciples of the Wenjian Sect, they were almost torn to pieces!

It's like a spark spilled in a pan of oil, and it has a tendency to become a prairie fire in an instant.

Thanks to the painstaking management of Li Jianyi and Qi Qingshan and others when they were alive, the overall strength of the disciples of the Sword Sect was very strong, and those who survived this catastrophe were all extremely elite and loyal warriors......

The format has shifted in an extremely favorable direction!

"Meow!"

A white streamer flashed, and the Evil Moon flew up from beneath the crypt cliffs.

The fat cat came to Ding Hao's shoulder in an instant, and said lazily: "Meow, the garrisons below whose strength exceeds that of the Innate Martial Sect Realm have all been eaten by Meow...... You really can't let me do this kind of thing anymore in the future, human flesh is so unpalatable that I want to vomit when I eat it......"

"Cannibalism, idiot, did I let you eat people? It's because you're tired of eating your own magic medicine, and you want to change your taste!" Ding Hao bounced a shudder with a black face.

The evil moon was released by Ding Hao in advance, and the enemy master in the cave of the Dao Crypt may wish to find out the situation first.

This fat cat didn't know how many divine herbs and treasures it devoured in the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], and the opportunity that Ding Hao got didn't fall, and it had already ignited its own divine fire, becoming more obscene and hateful, and faster, and elusive, if it really worked hard, even the peak martial king couldn't help it.

This time he sneaked into the crypt, and he was actually ferocious, and all the masters of the various sects below were bitten to death.

This is also a great achievement.

According to Evil Moon, the powerhouse of the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] was obviously not stationed in the mine.

That's easy to do.

Looking back, the entire garbage area in the back mountains has basically been completely controlled, and a large number of materials and Xuanjing stone mines are all under the control of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

That's when --

"Who are making trouble? You lowly ants, don't you want to live?"

A voice like thunder, coming down from a distance from the higher staircase area, incomparably majestic, mixed with a vast Xuan Qi like an ocean, instantly came to the cliff of the garbage area, and the figure was like a dazzling sun, condescending, releasing an incomparable strong aura, looking down on everyone.

This is an extremely powerful being.

In his rage, he has a destructible aura like a demon god.

This was one of the four [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] sword cultivators who came to Selangor with Han Yangjian.

He rushed to the first time, took a look, understood what was happening, and laughed angrily: "What a group of ants who don't know whether to live or die, it is already a great gift to let you survive for a long time, and now you dare to make trouble, everyone immediately threw weapons to me, and the leader obediently stood up to lead the death, otherwise, all of you will die!"

The cheering in the garbage area gradually stopped.

Everyone felt the strength of this sword's cultivation.

This is a martial king pinnacle level of the existence of zài, powerful Cheng dù far beyond the collection of all of them, if you can't defeat this person, then the previous qiē is in vain, not only will a large number of people die, the rest of the people will be more difficult to survive, and they will still become slaves!

But no one was afraid.

Everyone held their weapons tightly and looked up at this sword cultivator.

This time, even if it is death, it will never bow to him again.

"Hehe, it seems that you have made a choice, a group of lowly ants, do you really think that your humble power can resist my will?" In the sky, the sword cultivator smiled fiercely, "Since this is the case, then you all go to die!"

He waved.

Countless sword lights burst out, bursting towards the people on the ground.

Any sword light is as bright as a meteor, which is equivalent to a martial king-level powerhouse striking with all his strength, and it is not at all something that everyone in the Sword Sect can resist.

But-

There is Ding Hao.

Ding Hao just spread his palm, and an invisible force poured out.

In the next moment, something unthinkable happened.

Like a magnet attracting broken iron filings, it instantly attracted the thousands of sword lights, instantly condensed and compressed them in Ding Hao's palm, becoming a hot and dazzling silver light cluster, which immediately melted and disappeared like ice and snow!

One more chapter, Merry Christmas everyone!