The First God of War of the Female President

"If I had known that Hao was so powerful, I wouldn't have dispersed my staff."

A trace of regret emerged in the cold man's heart, he just felt that he still underestimated Haoyang.

He remembered the leader's explanation before he left, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.

But now that things have come to this point, he has no choice but to watch twelve towering ancient peach trees being killed by his opponent.

Rumble!
Haoyang in mid-air kept running the Great Sun Burning Heaven Art, releasing fierce fireballs and bombarding the ground.

The towering ancient peach trees were crushed one by one and turned into pieces.

The gloomy man who watched this scene only twitched.Convulsions, the hatred towards Haoyang continued to increase in his heart.

Each towering ancient peach tree represents a semi-holy powerhouse, and the smashing of the towering ancient peach tree means that they will have to rest for at least half a year.

Fortunately, half of the towering ancient peach trees escaped Haoyang's bombardment and were collected on the top of the mountain.

"Hao, if you kill my subordinate, I will be at odds with you." The cold man sneered.

Now he still has eighteen semi-holy-level killers in his hands, and with the blessings of him and Shanhe's lore-killing array, no matter how powerful Haoyang is, he still has the confidence to fight.

It was because of the gloomy and cold man that he uttered nonsense, wanting to intimidate Haoyang.

"Silly beep, we are already at odds, today either you die or I die!" Haoyang sneered.

"You think you can kill me with just one formation-breaking technique and a few cats and dogs, dreaming."

"Okay, you'll know if you try it!" The cold man sneered.

"Everyone, start the ultimate killing array together and kill this Hao."

Hearing the cold man's order, the remaining six towering ancient peach trees moved one after another, surrounding the hill in six directions.

At the same time, another twelve phantom demon heads with black air all over their bodies emerged, floating in the sky, grinning in Haoyang's direction.

The phantom in the black air looks neither human nor ghost, very terrifying.

The aura exuding from his whole body is actually similar to that of a gloomy and cold man, both of whom are saints at the third level of cultivation.

What's even more frightening is that a formation appeared faintly under their feet, linking the twelve strong men with six towering ancient peach trees and the cold man.

Indistinctly, they formed a terrifying killing formation, aiming directly at Haoyang.

"Hao, although you are tough, you are too confident. Today I will kill you to make your name famous!" The cold man laughed wildly.

The ultimate form of the Shanhe lore formation has been formed, and he is full of self-confidence, thinking that Haoyang will definitely die.

"Hmph, to deal with you, all I need is a sword!" Haoyang sneered.

While speaking, a black vortex suddenly emerged with him as the center. The vortex swirled and seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world.

As the vortex rotated, a black sword aura emerged, and a golden flame could be faintly seen emerging from the sword aura.

This sword stood proudly and pointed straight at the sky, vaguely seeing it as if it wanted to pierce through the mountains and rivers.

"Hao, you really have a hand, but today I will kill you!" The cold man was taken aback.

"Activate the formation with all its strength, and kill this man surnamed Hao!"

He let out a roar, and the six towering ancient peach trees suddenly exuded a magical aura, rushing into the cold man's body.

At the same time, the twelve black phantom demons also roared, pouring their purest energy into his body.

The cold man's body continued to swell, reaching hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye, and the death scythe in his hand also became hundreds of feet long, exuding a trembling aura.

"Death to me!"

The cold man clenched his death scythe, and charged towards Haoyang and the black vortex.

Chi!

The death scythe slashed across the sky, as if the space was faintly to be split, and ruthlessly attacked Haoyang.

"I told you, I can destroy your formation with one sword!" Haoyang's voice was cold.

A trace of evil spirit emerged from his body, and the sharp sword above the black vortex slowly accelerated, heading towards the death scythe.

Huge energy fluctuations rippling in the entire space, constantly hitting the edge.

A shocking explosion sounded, and the space in the sky seemed to faintly become unreal, and the surrounding scenery was constantly changing.

The river at the foot of the mountain disappeared, and even the top of the mountain was cut by tens of feet.

This is a faint sign that the Shanhe lore array cannot withstand the violent energy fluctuations and is about to collapse.

"How is it possible!" the cold man exclaimed.

His face turned pale, and his body was constantly shaking.

The death sickle was broken inch by inch, but the black sharp blade pierced his body without hesitation.

Click!
His body, which was originally more than a hundred feet tall, was smashed into pieces in an instant, leaving only two legs standing stubbornly.

"Break!" Haoyang shouted loudly.

Immediately, the original black sharp sword turned into eighteen small swords, and killed twelve black phantom demon heads and six towering ancient trees.

Puff puff!
Like cutting tofu with a knife, he easily stabbed the eighteen semi-holy-level assassins to death.

Haoyang stood upright in mid-air, like a god of war, invincible.

"There is no need for this mountain and river lore array to exist anymore." He said lightly.

The eighteen small swords attacked in different directions, piercing through the mountains and rivers.

Haoyang only felt that the scenery in front of him was out of the formation, and the scenery in the valley came into his eyes.

The 36 semi-holy-level killers were listless, with blood spilling from their mouths, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

The black compass also fell to the ground, and the surface cracked like a spider web.

"How is this possible? This is a mountain and river lore array that can kill semi-holy levels. How can it not work for you?" The cold man was dumbfounded.

"You don't need to understand, and you don't need to know, I'll send you to hell." Haoyang sneered.

While speaking, the black vortex in front of him accelerated its rotation, as if carrying a terrifying magic power, it sucked 36 semi-holy-level killers and cold men into it.

"What's going on, I feel that my body is turning into its original source!"

"He's a devil, that's definitely what devils do."

These defeated generals let out shrill screams, and their bodies were refined by the black vortex, turning them into the purest source of aura.

The Devouring Magic Art in Haoyang's body automatically operated, absorbing all the original spiritual energy, his body momentum surged again, and he faintly touched the threshold of the second heaven of saints.

"Very good, it's a good tonic." Haoyang smiled.

Now that he has become a powerhouse at the first level of a saint, the scope of his spiritual observation has been greatly expanded, and his physical strength has also improved a lot. It can be said that he has benefited a lot.

Picking up 36 black compasses at random, after sending them into the life space, he sat cross-legged to stabilize his realm.

After a long time, Haoyang exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and before he had time to rejoice, a trace of horror appeared on his face.

In the scope of his spiritual perception, it can be clearly found that the stone man in Kunlun Mountain seems to have started to riot again.

This is a big event!