Chapter 65: Refuse to cooperate, I’m used to walking alone!
The sword light flashes!
Qin Hao was surrounded by people from the Immortal Sword Pavilion, but there was no fear on his face.
His body shape is like the wind, agile and agile, as if he is one with the wind.
The Nether Demonic Sword was swung tightly in his hand, and the black sword energy criss-crossed like an invisible but deadly net of death.
The Immortal Sword Pavilion disciples who rushed up had murderous intent in their eyes. They thought they could easily subdue Qin Hao with their numerical advantage.
However, they underestimated Qin Hao's strength.
Before he could even get close to Qin Hao, he was instantly killed by this extremely sharp sword energy.
The sword energy was like a black lightning, fleeting and so fast that no one could react at all.
Before they even had time to utter a few wails, life was gone.
For a time, short screams could be heard one after another.
Blood splashed out in all directions, like bloody flowers blooming, dyeing the ground under their feet red.
The originally dry land was now soaked with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Shanhai was furious when he saw this bloody and tragic scene.
His eyes widened, bloodshot, and his angry gaze seemed to eat Qin Hao alive.
His facial muscles were distorted by extreme anger, making him look particularly ferocious.
He yelled crazily at Qin Hao: "Boy, you dare to kill my disciple of Xianjian Pavilion!"
The sound was like thunder, reverberating in the space and making people's eardrums buzz.
"Surrender immediately, hand over the sword and then destroy your cultivation. I can still spare your life!"
Shan Hai continued to roar, his voice full of threats and oppression.
His breathing was rapid, and his chest was rising and falling violently, as if he was a beast about to go berserk.
"What if I don't?"
"Then today is your death day!"
When Qin Hao heard this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.
That smile was full of ridicule and contempt, as if he was mocking Shan Hai's overestimation of his abilities.
I saw the Nether Demonic Sword in his hand swinging in a smooth movement without any hesitation.
Another Immortal Sword Pavilion disciple fell instantly, and he didn't even see clearly how Qin Hao took action.
The disciple's body fell straight backwards, with the last trace of shock in his eyes still remaining.
Shan Hai was furious, his anger had reached its peak, and he could no longer endure Qin Hao's provocation.
He shouted loudly, with extreme anger and strength in his voice, and rushed towards Qin Hao himself. The fairy sword in his hand shone brightly, like a scorching sun.
This was his strongest blow. He poured all his strength into this blow, vowing to kill Qin Hao.
The figures of mountains and seas are like arrows, instantly crossing the distance in space.
The power of this blow was astonishing, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.
The sound was terrifying, as if it could swallow up a person's soul.
Under the impact of this powerful force, the air formed ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
However, in the face of such a fierce attack, Qin Hao remained calm.
His eyes were calm, without any trace of panic.
Qin Hao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body circulated rapidly, displaying the Supreme Heartless Slash.
A bright black light burst out from the Nether Demon Sword. The light was like lightning in the darkness, instantly illuminating the surrounding space.
The black light collided with Shanhai's attack. In an instant, the light shone and the powerful impact spread to all directions.
The surrounding sand and rocks were rolled up, raging like a sandstorm. Deep ravines appeared on the ground, as if they had been plowed by huge plows.
Shanhai was knocked away by this blow and hit the ground hard, creating a huge deep pit.
His face was as pale as paper and bloodless. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief. This, this person's strength...
He asked with a trembling voice: "This... what kind of sword move is this?"
His voice was full of fear, and the trembling tone showed the extreme panic inside him.
He could never understand that the strongest blow he had unleashed with all his strength was so vulnerable to Qin Hao.
Qin Hao didn't answer, just looked at him indifferently, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
In Qin Hao's eyes, Shan Hai was already a mortal man and there was no need to waste his words.
Then he raised the sword and lowered it, his movements clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
Shan Hai's head rolled to the ground in an instant, and the fear and unwillingness before death still remained in his wide eyes.
He may not be able to accept that he was defeated by Qin Hao's sword until his death.
When the other disciples of the Immortal Sword Pavilion saw that Shanhai was dead, they were immediately frightened to death. Their previous arrogance and arrogance disappeared without a trace, replaced by fear.
"Sir, spare your life! We won't dare to do it again!"
The faces of the disciples of the Immortal Sword Pavilion turned pale, and their bodies were trembling involuntarily. They all knelt down and begged for mercy, hoping that Qin Hao could spare their lives.
Their voices were full of tears and pleading.
But Qin Hao did not relent, he raised his sword and killed them all mercilessly.
He will not show any mercy to those who want to kill him. Mercy to his enemies is cruelty to himself.
After finishing dealing with everyone in the Immortal Sword Pavilion, Qin Hao did not stop at all.
He continued to move forward in the direction guided by the Nether Demonic Sword, and not long after, he came to a Sword Ruins Canyon.
I saw countless broken swords in the canyon.
Some were deeply inserted into the ground, with only half of the sword blade exposed, and those sword blades were tightly connected to the earth.
Some are leaning on the mountain wall, teetering on the edge, as if they will fall at any time. Under the breeze, they make a slight collision sound, as if they are whispering stories from the past.
These broken swords have different shapes and are stained with rust. The erosion of the years has caused them to lose their former sharpness.
The rust is like the wrinkles of time, recording the vicissitudes they have experienced, watching this barren land alone.
What Qin Hao didn't expect was that there were already many people from various major dynasties surrounding the Sword Ruins. They were bustling with different expressions.
However, after looking around, he found that there were no sect disciples here, only the children of these dynasties.
Where did everyone else go?
When the children of the dynasty saw Qin Hao's arrival, their eyes were immediately filled with vigilance.
The children of these dynasties have met Qin Hao before. The new true disciple of Langya Holy Land is number one, and his strength should not be underestimated.
For a moment, everyone couldn't help but worry that Qin Hao would steal the precious opportunity here.
in the crowd.
When people from the Great Qin Dynasty saw Qin Hao coming alone, they made a small calculation in their minds.
If I could win over this number one true legend...
The people from the Great Qin Dynasty looked at each other, and then several people came forward. The leader had a hypocritical smile on his face, trying to win over Qin Hao.
Qin Feng's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he said: "This friend, I, Qin Feng of the Great Qin Dynasty, I think your strength is extraordinary, and you are not like a thing in the pool at first glance."
"It is better to be alone in this Sword Ruins than to cooperate with our Great Qin Dynasty to explore the Sword Ruins together. As long as we succeed, I will definitely share the opportunity with you and I will never break my promise."
Qin Feng's tone was full of temptation, trying to impress Qin Hao.
Qin Hao glanced at them coldly, without any fluctuation in his eyes, and refused without hesitation: "I, Qin Hao, are used to being alone and don't need to cooperate with anyone. I have my own opportunities. I will fight for it on my own.”
Qin Hao's voice was decisive, leaving no room for fantasy for the people of the Qin Dynasty.
Qin Feng didn't expect to be rejected so simply, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.
He put away his smile and said with a sneer: "Boy, don't drink the toast without drinking the fine wine! In this Sword Ruins, there are many dangers. Even if you are the number one in the True Tradition, you can't compare to us!"
"If you don't cooperate with us, don't blame us for being rude! Don't end up with a miserable end!"
(End of chapter)