Jin Jialin is really a little stupid.

He didn't expect that Rumeng would perform a thunderous blow to him that he was willing to fight for.

He didn't have time to defend himself, and his chest was hard to bear the blow that was full of resentment and ferocity.

There was a muffled sound, and Jin Jialin knew that he had broken one of his sternum.

He wanted to curse out a sentence to vent his hatred and anger, but a mouthful of bloody arrows spewed out of his mouth, but blocked all his words.

Even if he wanted to scold, Rumeng wouldn't hear it.

After this violent blow, Rumeng has turned into a cloud of smoke.

She disappeared from this world forever, as if she had never existed in the Yanhuang Star Domain.

There was an air of desolation, loneliness, and grief all around.

At the moment when Jin Jialin's side spewed blood arrows, Zhao Hao made a move.

At this time, Jin Jialin had not yet sorted out the angry feelings.

Only Zhao Hao, who was in the late stage of the Supreme Realm, unexpectedly locked onto Jin Jialin's head and launched a stormy attack.

Jin Jialin was angry and angry, this kind of thing of capsizing in the gutter and straining children has never happened in his history.

He couldn't have imagined that a great shape would suddenly reverse today.

He couldn't think about it too much, so he had to forcibly cast the secret method.

Urging all the energy, he slammed his head down.

There was a click, and the neck made a sound of being forcibly urged to break the bones.

In the end, the head deviated from Zhao Hao's attack center, and at the same time, he reluctantly arranged a layer of energy protection outside the shrinking bone skull.

At this time, Zhao Hao's fierce attack suddenly succeeded in counterattacking.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Zhao Hao's lightning-like hands flipped one move after another, one move after another.

He didn't want Jin Jialin to breathe a sigh of relief, because he had just received a message from a dream.

If she tells Zhao Hao in a dream, she will give him the best chance to attack Jin Jialin.

Rumeng also explained that even if he gave Zhao Hao the opportunity to attack, he would not be able to kill him.

However, Rumeng added that as long as he seized the opportunity, there was still great hope for him to be dealt a heavy blow.

And Zhao Hao only has a dead horse as a live horse doctor, in such a dangerous situation, he can only choose to believe the words passed on to him by Rumeng.

What if you don't choose to believe? Is there a better way to cope?

Jin Jialin is at least the peak of the late stage of the Emperor Venerable Realm, and may even be infinitely close to the Extreme Venerable Realm.

Regarding Jin Jialin's cultivation, Zhao Hao saw it quite clearly, and he judged that Jin Jialin was likely to be a half-step Extreme Venerable Realm.

Once he chooses not to believe in the transmission of Rumeng, then he, Zhao Hao and others, nine times out of ten, will die without a place to be buried.

On the contrary, it is possible to hit Jin Jialin hard and save the fate of the martial arts family.

Therefore, Zhao Hao chose to believe in Rumeng.

In fact, Zhao Hao made the right bet this time, and Rumeng was completely disappointed in Jin Jialin.

Therefore, he, Zhao Hao and Rumeng, actually carried out an almost perfect temporary counterattack.

After Rumeng hit Jin Jialin, Zhao Hao made a timely move.

He slapped Jin Jialin six times with crystal thunderbolt wings.

And then there was no more chance to make a move.

The huge difference in cultivation cannot be remedied by continuous attacks.

Jin Jialin, who was relieved, quickly threw the iron tree chair in his hand into the air.

Almost at the same time, he struck a few more white rays at the chair in the sky.

Then the chair quickly shot towards Zhao Hao's head.

A demonic aura of devastating devastation descended.

Facing the oncoming strange chair, Zhao Hao knew that this life was coming to an end.

His face showed a calm look, a sense of no regret, a kind of tragedy of dying, and a kind of wholehearted comfort.

Zhao Xiang refined a peerless body for him and repaired all his divine senses.

It was Zhao Xiang who saved him from the devil Wu Dongbai.

Since then, he and Zhao Xiang have become good friends and brothers who talk about everything.

This time, for the sake of the martial family, Zhao Xiang called him Zhao Hao from the Saturn Immortal Buddha Temple and handed him the important task of managing the martial family.

What kind of trust is this, and what kind of expectation is this?

Only true brothers can understand, only true friends can understand.

At the last moment of his life, Zhao Hao didn't think about more warm pictures and more lovely pasts.

In this life, to be able to have the boss of Zhao Xiang, he Li Agou is content, satisfied, and quite worthwhile.

Suddenly, Zhao Hao let out a shocking roar that pierced through Changhong.

The faint starlight in the sky seemed to feel the heroic aura in his heart, and he couldn't help but flicker.

The earth seemed to have such insight into the meaning of struggle in his heart, and sent a low roar endlessly.

Zhao Hao turned the divine qi into flames all at once, ignited his body, and began to fight Jin Jialin to the death.

The blazing flames quickly resisted the strange chair that fell head-on.

Zhao Hao knew that even if there were a hundred more Zhao Hao, they would not be able to destroy this man-eating chair.

He departed a part of the flame energy and resisted the chair rushing down from a high place, just to cover for the attack on Jin Jialin.

At this moment, Zhao Hao is more sober and rational than ever.

He understood that in order to make Jin Jialin's trick difficult to succeed, and to let the Wu family get out of danger safely, Jin Jialin must be seriously injured.

If you don't seriously injure Jin Jialin, then the martial arts family is in danger, and the Yanhuang Star Domain is in danger.

The young man who turned into a crystal gourd was surprised.

His mind is in a mess now, wasn't Zhao Hao instigated?

How did he fight his own people? Could it be that he was cleverly trying to break into the other side's camp?

Xu Qingyun was also confused, he knew that Zhao Hao's actions were to win the victory for the martial arts family and the god realm.

But he Zhao Hao's previous expression was too disappointing for him.

So much so that to the table in front of Zhao Hao's eyes, his Xu Qingyun's thoughts couldn't turn around all of a sudden.

Only Huan Jinghui, he roared angrily as he sensed Zhao Xiang's breath from Zhao Hao.

He even smelled a kind of long-term affection for his brothers and friends from Zhao Hao, the affection of life and death.

Huan Jinghui rushed forward regardless of the situation, he wanted to stop Zhao Hao's self-immolation.

However, he was caught by Xu Qingyun and the crystal gourd on the side.

Huan Jinghui's eyes flashed with tears.

He was yelling and scolding, he didn't know what he was calling or who he was scolding.

He looked at Zhao Hao in the raging fire, and his whole body only knew that he was trembling, trembling constantly.

He understood, in fact, everyone present understood that as long as the golden pill was ignited, there would no longer be any way to save it.

Like a burning powder keg, there is only one end - explosion, destruction, dissipation, and extinction.

Huan Jinghui, Crystal Gourd, Xu Qingyun, they could only watch Zhao Hao die.

They could do nothing but watch him annihilate in sorrow and despair, watch his soul fly, watch him scatter.

Zhao Hao had already quickly flapped the crystal thunderbolt wings.

In the bright red firelight, one after another earth-shattering thunderbolts went straight to Jin Jialin's head and body.

In the continuous, crackling and crazy thunderclap, Jin Jialin could only roll and escape, and the wolf was unbearable.

He didn't have a chance to command that weird chair in the air anymore.

At this moment, Jin Jialin did not dare to be careless at all.

Under the tremendous destructive force caused by the burning of Jindan, he could only flee.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to avoid the terrifying scorching of the Jindan fire and the peerless corrosion of the Jindan light.

He was even more afraid of Zhao Hao's thunderbolt attacks that had increased many times.

Because as long as you are struck by it, it is inevitable that you will lose your arms, bones, heads, and feet.

Although it is unlikely that you will lose your life, the chance of leaving half a life or most of your life is very high.

Huan Jinghui also seems to have insight into this.

He hurriedly lost no time in sending a message to the crystal gourd and Xu Qingyun - "Hurry up, let's all go up and cooperate with Zhao Hao and collectively attack Jin Jialin!"

"Even if you can't kill him, let him hurt hard!"

"In a few decades or even hundreds of years, we can no longer stir up wind and make waves, and we can no longer brew blood and rain and set off a bloody storm!"

The two brothers immediately flew up to cooperate with Zhao Hao's self-detonation, and the young man who turned into a crystal gourd was completely blinded.

He repeatedly sprayed the fire of destroying miè to Jin Jialin, who was on the run, and joined forces with Zhao Hao's Jindan fire.

In this way, the two launched a ferocious and fierce encirclement and attack on Jin Jialin.

Huan Jinghui wandered around almost at the same time, blocking Jin Jialin's way back.

Jin Jialin was mercilessly beaten back by Huan Jinghui into the attack net arranged by Zhao Hao, Crystal Gourd, and Xu Qingyun, destroying the array.

At the last moment when Zhao Hao's self-detonating Jindan energy was about to be exhausted and its raging flames were about to be extinguished.

The host of the Lan family, Shuhao, and the host of the Oriental family, Qing Peiying, rushed to the Wujia Secret Habitat God Building.

When they came here, both of them were surprised.

They didn't expect that the actual situation was much more severe than what Xu Qingyun had passed on to them.

The host of the Lan family, Shuhao, and the host of the Oriental family, Qing Peiying, quickly exchanged a look, and immediately identified the shape of the field.

When he saw that the situation of temporary stability was brought about by Zhao Hao's burning and cultivation of millions of years of golden pills.

Both of them were angry at the same time.

Without any hesitation, they immediately plunged into the torrent of encirclement, suppression, and destruction of Jin Jialin.

The martial family's side quickly changed the situation of not winning or losing after being joined by two powerhouses in the late stage of the Emperor Venerable Realm.

The shape shì stands and turns straight down.

Jin Jialin, who was wrapped in firelight, really saw that the claws of death were stretching out towards him.

He couldn't care about protecting himself anymore, so he had to deliver a shocking blow at the cost of serious physical injuries and a great retreat from cultivation.

He clung to the weakest point in the dueling arena - Zhao Hao, whose fire of Jindan was burning to the brink of exhaustion.

With a sharp breath, Jin Jialin swished the aura of the gods all over his body.

Immediately, with the momentum of the wind and lightning, the tips of the two feet were used as the tips of the sword, and the main trunk of its body served as the sword body.

With his arms close to his torso, his legs closed and straight, he rushed to Zhao Hao's weak point with a crazy whistling sound.

What shocked Qing Peiying, Shuhao, Huan Jinghui, Crystal Gourd, and Xu Qingyun was that Jin Jialin, who was in the half-step Extreme Venerable Realm opposite, was desperate.

None of the five of them thought about it.

Yes, Jin Jialin is desperate.