A wave of "swords" confused everyone.

Huang Mei had expected many results, but she didn't expect Zhao Hao to take action himself.

Even the soldiers of the Huang Kingdom were confused. Unexpectedly, His Majesty was still a master.

The sword rain in the sky has no essence, but in everyone's eyes, each of them is a divine weapon with sharp edges. Just standing opposite each other so far, people can feel the coldness.

Huangmei couldn't help but stretch his back. Even if he was just a clone, he was the person with the highest cultivation level in the audience, and could feel the horror of these sword rains most clearly.

Then he was even more shocked.

Why are there people with such strength in the human dynasty?

Even an ordinary master may not be able to compare with one sword with one full blow!

But there are tens of thousands of swords like this.

The sword rain hangs in the air, densely packed like black clouds sank the city.

But he did not dare to act rashly at all.

As for the two master-level monks who came with him, their faces were even pale and their breathing was not so refreshing.

Zhao Hao stood in the air, looking at Huang Mei's extremely frightened appearance, and his heart was extremely excited, and even his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Just one clone, and it is a clone that cannot escape the suppression of national fortunes. As long as he is unwilling, the bald donkey clone will definitely not be able to get close to him.

But he still put yellow eyebrows on the city tower.

Because he was sure that the monk wanted to do it.

The biggest problem in the army now is not that it lacks military strength, because in terms of military strength, the Huang Kingdom is comparable to half of the Han Dynasty, and has also explored new ways to use national destiny. In terms of combat power, even if it is not as good as Buddhism, it is definitely not the kind of disadvantage that it is crushed.

The real problem actually comes from the fear of the soldiers and the soldiers for the army of grand masters, the masters of the magical power realm and the soul realm.

They still have morale, but no matter how high their morale is and without a real record, they will definitely not be able to overcome this fear.

After all, for them, Grandmasters are unattainable.

Therefore, Zhao Hao wants to break this fear for them.

The best way is to kill a magical power realm on the spot. If it is a clone of the Yuanshen realm, it would be even better.

Of course, for normal one-on-one, he is definitely not a match for Huangmei, and he can't do his clones either.

But Jiandan Wenxing awakened for more than three years. After the new dynasty of the deserted country, his collection of poems became a classic in the hearts of the people. In addition, there were many new fans in Wei and Qi, and the accumulated sword energy was already much more vast.

This time, just once, he drew half of it.

He has been deeply cultivating for so many years, and this time he has to pretend to be a big shot!

Kill Huangmei!

"Come on the sword!"

With his light writing, the black clouds collapsed and the sword rain fell.

Zhao Hao looked at Luo Shui who was waiting for the battle, pointed at the other two monks and said, "Just stop them!"

Luo Shui frowned slightly, and his expression was a little worried.

Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Don't worry, just a bald donkey, look at me taking his bald head easily!"

Luo Shui thought about it. In this situation, Zhao Hao really didn't need to put himself in danger. He responded and rushed forward with his sword.

Seeing that Zhao Hao was going to fight him one-on-one, Huangmei felt a great humiliation.

There are not many people who can fight against me in the entire continent.

A mere mortal boy wants to kill the old monk alone?

It's really outrageous!

The sword rain hit the sky, but Huang Mei was not afraid. When she chanted Amitabha Buddha lightly, a phantom condensed out of thin air.

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Zhao Hao smiled and closed his hair: "Master! Can't you all Buddhists afford to lose so much? If you can't win, just say I'm using a trick. Is it that difficult to admit that I am the best of the human king?"

Yellow Eyebrow: "???"

He looked down at the human soldiers below, and saw that their eyes were shining with excitement.

No matter how stupid he is, he can see that Zhao Hao wants to treat himself as a whetstone of morale!

It's really outrageous!

Huang Mei was about to be angry. Now that the national fortune is intensifying, Zhao Hao's secret moves also made him unable to let go. What should I do?

He couldn't think of a way.

Only fight hard!

He held up again, and there was another severe pain when nothing unexpected happened.

But this time he had expected that the power of this attack was only weakened by 80%.

"Clam!"

Zhao Hao flew backwards for three or four battles and forced a mouthful of blood, but his expression was still calm and gentle: "Master, continue!"

Huang Mei was already shaking Ruo Shankang, but she still gritted her teeth and met her. She tried her best to take Zhao Hao's life.

However……

"Clam!"

"Clam!"

"Clam!"

The two of them fought one after another. Although Zhao Hao was a little embarrassed, he was still able to chat and laugh. He even waved his hand at the city wall when he had time, just like a fan meeting.

With the help of Jian Yu, Luo Shui also killed the other two monks.

The tension of the soldiers watching the battle up and down the city walls also completely disappeared.

Buddhism? The realm of supernatural powers?

There seems to be nothing to be afraid of!

These scenes fell into Huangmei's eyes, causing him to burn both inside.

He is one of the rare realms of the soul in the world, and even his clone is the best in the realm of supernatural powers.

But under the suppression of national fortunes and Zhao Hao's secret moves...

The food is like a master!

He looked at his body and had already begun to disillusion. His clone had exhausted all his magic power and suffered severe injuries. He was not far from dissipation.

At this moment, Zhao Hao, who had been passively defending, took the initiative to rush forward with his sword, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Huang Mei knew that the situation was hopeless, so she could only make her last harsh words: "My evil, I will kill you in the future!"

"cut!"

Zhao Hao snorted coldly and cut off his head with a sword.

While his consciousness had not yet dissipated, he grabbed his head and shook the soldiers on the city wall.

"The Buddhist monk? The realm of the soul? That's it?"

"The soldiers of the Great Wilderness are optimistic. When you cut off your baldness in the future, learn from me!"

"Don't be anxious, in a few days, there will be more than a dozen bald heads to chop you up!"

For a time, Yucheng tsunami tsunami tsunami was heard.

The head of the yellow-eyed clone was cut off, and two lines of blood and tears also shed.

...

Monks and soldiers traveled.

In the Buddha's chariot.

The yellow eyebrows, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

He looked to the direction of Yucheng, his eyes red.
Chapter completed!