"It's him." Duanmu Ming's eyes narrowed. It seemed that the guy in front of him should also be related to the cause of his disciple's death.

"Your apprentice has harmed many innocent women. The crime is unforgivable, and it deserves to die." Huang Hao said mockingly: "However, Tian Boguang was killed by me."

Although Tian Boguang was not killed by Huang Hao, how could Xiao Xin kill him if Tian Boguang was not destroyed by Huang Hao's insects?

"You killed?" Duanmu Ming said with a veto look: "Impossible. There is no memory of you in this woman's memory. There is only a picture of this woman killing Tian Boguang. You said that Tian Boguang was killed by you, and it is absolutely impossible!"

Hearing Duanmu Ming's words, Huang Hao's eyes flashed slightly and he looked at Xiao Xin with some confusion. Logically, Xiao Xin, who was searched for the soul, should not be able to hide any secrets, but why didn't the other party know that Tian Boguang died because of him?

When Huang Hao looked at her, Xiaoxin lowered her head without until death, as if she was a child who made a mistake.

"I... I smashed that memory..." Xiao Xin said in a low voice: "In my memory, I killed Tian Boguang with my own hands."

Huang Hao's face suddenly showed a sense of sadness and heartache. This silly girl was really good at it!

It is not difficult to crush memories. As long as you have the power of your mind, you can crush some of your memories by yourself. However, these memories are part of your mind after all. If they are destroyed, it is like cutting a large piece of flesh on your body. That kind of pain from the soul is not something that ordinary people can bear. People with willpower will even collapse due to the pain of crushing memories and become an idiot.

When Huang Hao stared at her, Xiao Xin's head lowered even lower and she murmured: "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to take all the blame, but I didn't expect that they still asked them to go to the village..."

Speaking of this, Xiaoxin's eyes showed an excitement: "Those people are very powerful, and the village chief will definitely not be able to fight them, but fortunately, that group of people seemed to have been killed by a strong man."

Huang Hao curled his lips and thought to himself that the strong man who killed all the team was standing beside him.

Huang Hao was a little moved at this moment. This Xiao Xin shattered the picture memory of his peasant fields, obviously to protect him. Although this girl had experienced a painful experience, her heart was purer than jade.

"Swoosh--"

At this moment, a gust of wind breaking suddenly came to my face.

Huang Hao raised his head, but saw a cold flying sword that had already arrived at his chest, and was about to stab his chest.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoxin looked terrified: "Senior Brother Huang Hao, be careful!"

"Go to die!" Duanmu Ming's eyes were full of ferocious expressions. He roared, and the true energy on his body gathered into the flying sword in his hand like a tide, and stabbed hard towards Huang Hao's chest.

It's despicable!

At this moment, everyone was gritting their teeth with hatred for Duanmu Ming. This person was so despicable that he suddenly attacked while Huang Hao was talking to Xiao Xin. You know, Duanmu Ming was a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, and Huang Hao was only in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Not only did he bully the weak, he also attacked him. This was shameless.

However, in the face of everyone's criticism, Duanmu Ming curled his lips. In his heart, as long as he could kill the enemy, any means could be used. Even if the other party was an ant or a mortal, he would launch a sneak attack on the other party inadvertently. In Duanmu Ming's heart, there is only a saying of victory or defeat in any battle, and there is no saying of despicableness or shamelessness or righteousness.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to stab Huang Hao's chest, Huang Hao's eyes were still extremely calm. If this position is directly opposite the human heart, the heart will inevitably be destroyed. The heart is the source of life of the human body. Once it is destroyed, there is only one way to die. Even a practitioner in the Nascent Soul stage will inevitably die, and he can only escape from the Nascent Soul to survive with suffocation.

However, facing such a sword, Huang Hao was unmoved at all, his feet were as if they were nailed to the ground, and he did not move.

Seeing this scene, a look of despair suddenly flashed in Xiaoxin's eyes. She thought that Huang Hao was frightened by this sword, causing him to lose his ability to move. Seeing Duanmu Ming's flying sword about to stab Huang Hao's chest, a sudden sense of despair suddenly appeared in Xiaoxin's eyes.

If Huang Hao died, then she would not live anymore.

"bite--"

A crisp sound was like a collision between metals.

Hearing this voice, Xiaoxin's heart was completely disappointed. Duanmu Ming's flying sword finally stabbed Huang Hao.

But the next moment, an absurd thought suddenly arose in Xiaoxin's heart.

This sound seems to be a little wrong.

This thought arose, and Xiaoxin's crystal-clear eyes suddenly looked at Huang Hao's chest. The next moment, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes full of incredible expressions.

I saw Duanmu Ming's flying sword stabbed Huang Hao's chest, and it couldn't even penetrate an inch!

Looking at Duanmu Ming again, the horror in his eyes was not less than Xiao Xin at this moment, because his body was trembling in his heart.

The sword that almost exerted all his strength could not even pierce the opponent's skin. Even because of the huge power, the flying sword in his hand had already been arched. However, no matter how huge the flying sword was arched, Huang Hao's chest was still as if it was made of steel and could not be pierced at all.

"Impossible, how could you, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, be like this..." Duanmu Ming looked at Huang Hao in horror, as if he was looking at a demon crawling from the abyss of hell, and his whole body began to tremble.

"Why is it impossible?" Huang Hao sneered: "Are you ready to die?"

"Monster, you monster!" Duanmu Ming screamed, loosened his big hand holding the flying sword, and turned around and was about to escape.

The flying sword lost its support and suddenly bounced up, making a "buzz" sound, and it was about to fall to the ground.

But at this moment, a pair of big hands stretched out gently and immediately held the flying sword firmly.

"Do you still want to escape?" A corner of your mouth curled up, and a mocking voice sounded from Huang Hao's mouth. The next moment, Huang Hao's wrist trembled gently, and the flying sword turned into a striking flying and shot out.

"puff--"

With a light sound, Duanmu Ming's body, which was about to escape from the underground cage, suddenly flinched only a few meters away from the exit.

He widened his eyes and looked at his chest in horror. He saw that it had already been bright red at this moment, and a piece of sword tip suddenly stretched out from his body.

"Ah, you dare to kill me!" Duanmu Ming's body fell straight down.

The next moment, his Nascent Soul left his body and fled to the outside.

Huang Hao's eyes turned cold, and a powerful true energy accumulated at his fingertips, and he was about to shoot at Duanmu Ming's Nascent Soul.
Chapter completed!