Wuhun makes me invincible at the beginning

Chapter 117 Sword Qi
Wu Cheng led these dozens of people into the Han Mansion, and bowed to an old man with black beard: "Elder Song, the outside affairs have been dealt with."

"Okay." Elder Song nodded, and the next moment, he cast his gaze forward.

In front of him, at this moment, there were three people, with hatred in their eyes. They were the last three survivors in the entire manor.

"Song Shiqiao, don't you know that the owner of my family is a disciple of the Biyan Sect, and what you are doing now is making the Biyan Sect an enemy."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man. Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth and his right arm was hanging down. He was obviously seriously injured. His martial arts cultivation was at the peak of the ninth level of blood refining, but Elder Song in front of him was a half-step innate warrior. It's not something he can compete with.

Behind him, there were two children, a boy and a girl. The older girl was only in her teens, with red lips and white teeth, and a pretty face, staring at Elder Song with hatred.

Today's hatred of destroying the family has been firmly imprinted in their hearts.

"It's just an abandoned disciple of the Biyan Sect, and he's already dead, so how can I be afraid of him." Elder Song snorted coldly, and gave the middle-aged man a cold look: "If you know the way, hurry up and hand over the Qianyuan Formation Jue." Come out, maybe I will save the three of you with your life."

"The Qianyuan Formation Jue records formations from the first level to the eighth level. The formation formula has surpassed the eighth rank. Except for the direct disciples of the Biyan Sect, it must not be passed on to others. Even if it is given to you Song Shiqiao, do you dare to learn it?" The middle-aged man said. Protecting the two children tightly, thinking about escape strategies in their minds.

"I really dare not, but don't forget, who is the affiliated force of my Song family in Wuyang City, since we dare to come here, we are not afraid of Biyanmen."

"Red Star Building!?"

The middle-aged man did not expect that someone would come to the door just after the owner passed away. He gritted his teeth and said, "The people from the Chixing Tower asked you to come?"

"That's right, a man is not guilty, and you should understand the reason why you should be guilty of carrying a jade. The Xiantian elders who sit in Wuyang City have long been eyeing your Han family's Qianyuan Formation. This time, it is just through the task of searching for Wang Hao , Destroy the Han Mansion and force him to find out the formula of the Qianyuan Formation."

"Hurry up and hand over the Qianyuan Formation Jue, otherwise I can only bring you back to Wuyang City, and let the innate elders who sit in the Chixinglou Branch of Wuyang City search your souls, and they can also find the Qianyuan Formation Jue."

Elder Song seemed to be a little impatient, and his tone became more and more cold, "Wucheng, Feiying, lead someone to capture the three of them, remember to keep them alive, the Qianyuan Formation is what the elders of Chixinglou asked for, and there cannot be any The slip."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Cheng and Fei Ying had already stepped forward, especially Fei Ying, who exuded a sense of cruelty all over his body, which made people shudder.

"Looking for me?" Wang Hao's spiritual sense had already caught everything that happened here. When he heard that these people were actually sent by Chixinglou, the purpose was to search for him, the anger in his heart suddenly rose to the sky.

Others surrounded the entire hall, making it difficult for the three of them to fly.

"I haven't looked for you yet, and you have come to my door. If you want to die, then I will fulfill you."

Quietly, Wang Hao's figure instantly appeared in the main hall of the Han Mansion, the murderous intent in his eyes was like the cold wind in winter, icy cold to the bone.

In his eyes, Elder Song, Wu Cheng, Fei Ying and others are no different from dead people, it's just a matter of time.

Suddenly one more person appeared in the main hall of the Han Mansion, which surprised both parties, especially Elder Song, Wu Cheng, and Fei Ying. Their mission today is top secret. No one knows.

Now, it was a coincidence that someone suddenly appeared.

In the bottom of their hearts, the three of them had already mistook Wang Hao for the person who rescued Hanfu.

Wu Cheng and Fei Ying had already stopped, staring at Wang Hao. Wang Hao's appearance was so strange that they didn't even see clearly.

The middle-aged man was also surprised. He began to regard Wang Hao as someone from Song Shiqiao, but seeing the cautiousness of the three of Song Shiqiao and the killing intent on Wang Hao, he knew that the person who appeared suddenly was definitely not the same as Song Shiqiao. of.

"Could it be a disciple of Bi Yan Sect?"

He was puzzled in his heart, although the owner of the village was once a disciple of the Biyan Sect, he had been abandoned long ago, and the brothers in the sect had not been in contact with each other for many years.

No matter what, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

He was very aware of the injuries on his body. He had reached the end of his strength and could not last long. The appearance of Wang Hao made him see hope. No matter what, he had to protect the blood of the Han family.

"Who are you? How dare you stop me from doing business in Wuyang City, don't you want to live?" Elder Song threatened.

"Who are you? How dare you stop me from doing business in Wuyang City, don't you want to live?" Elder Song threatened.

He had to be cautious, after all, the master of the Han Mansion was once a disciple of the Biyan Sect, so there must be seniors in the sect, and it is very possible to send someone to rescue him.

In the bottom of Elder Song's heart, he didn't associate the person in front of him with Wang Hao at all. Although he had seen Wang Hao's portrait, it was only an extremely rough portrait. It is easy to get away with it.

Moreover, the most important thing is that he never thought in his heart that Wang Hao could live at a height of [-] meters, even if he was a martial artist who was born at the fourth level or above, if he fell from a height of [-] meters, he would not be able to guarantee his survival.

After all, innate warriors are busy consolidating their spiritual consciousness, comprehending artistic conception, and preparing for consolidating martial arts will and impacting the realm of supernatural powers.

The tempering of the physical body has long been given up, after all, the cultivation of the physical body is too difficult.

Elder Song has already made a decision in his heart. If Wang Hao is a member of Biyanmen, then he will immediately send a letter to the innate elders of the Chixinglou branch in Wuyang City, and let the innate elders of Chixinglou come and deal with it in person.

"Didn't you come to look for me? You don't even know who I am?" Wang Hao looked at Elder Song coldly, his murderous intent already intense to the extreme.

"Looking for you?"

Elder Song was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted instantly. A trace of fear even appeared in his heart, "You? You are Wang Hao, and you are not dead?"

Wucheng and Feiying were the same, both shocked and fearful.

Even if both of them have stepped into the ninth level of blood refining, Elder Song is half-innate, and there are dozens of blood refining warriors to support him.

But at this moment, the two are still terrified.

It is really that Wang Hao's record is too terrifying. He comprehended the artistic conception in the blood refinement state, beheaded the innate strong, and opened up an unprecedented road of evildoers.

On the same day, after Feng Li reported this time to Tiandaozong, the suzerain of Tiandaozong went up to the Chixing Building in person, forcing Su Jingyi to have to abolish Pang Feiyu's arms. The head of Tiandaozong stopped.

The two big figures finally reached a settlement agreement, and neither side spread the matter of Wang Hao to the outside world. They both knew in their hearts that once word spread of Wang Hao's monstrous talent and achievements, it would definitely cause turmoil in all the forces in Tianhe.

Comprehending the artistic conception in the blood refinement realm and beheading the innate, this is something that ordinary warriors can't even imagine.

Elder Song and the three were able to know the news, but they were ordered by the elder Xiantian of the Chixinglou branch in Wuyang City to destroy the Han family and force them to ask about the formula of Qianyuan formation by looking for the person who had Wang Hao's corpse.

"Wucheng, Feiying, let's attack together. He fell from a height of [-] meters that day. It is impossible for him to be unscathed. Even if he didn't die, he must have been seriously injured. He must be at the end of his strength now. Let me do it."

Elder Song roared crazily, his tone trembling, and his words were more like comforting himself, "As long as you can kill him, you can join the Chixing Building. At that time, martial arts, secret methods, and training resources will still be available Received the guidance of the elders of Chixinglou Xiantian..."

"Go!" Wu Cheng and Fei Ying yelled, leaping up at the same time, leading the people in the hall, and rushing towards Wang Hao.

Elder Song also took out a copper hammer and smashed it down on Wang Hao.

He is only a half-step genius, and the martial arts of Wu Cheng and Fei Ying are only at the peak of the ninth level of blood refining. With the three of them, how can they kill Wang Hao.

The Xiuming Dao suddenly struck out, and the cold air enveloped the entire Hanfu hall. The next moment, the artistic conception of reincarnation manifested, turning into a terrifying coercion descending brazenly.

The surrounding space suddenly solidified, as if frozen.

Before everyone's figure got close to Wang Hao, they were suppressed by the reincarnation concept and couldn't move.

"This... this is really the artistic conception..."

Before Elder Song could finish his words, the vitality in his body began to drain, his physical body began to collapse, and then turned into dust and dissipated.

Wucheng was like this, and the dozens of blood refining warriors he led were still like this, and their bodies were all turned into dust.

However, Feiying was an exception. His body was sucked into a vortex of sword light. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and the flesh and blood on his body were cut off piece by piece, and the shrill scream resounded throughout the whole place. Hanfu Great Hall.

He is being delayed...

In such a bloody scene, the middle-aged man, especially the two children behind him, showed no fear at all. Instead, he showed a kind of resentment and joy after his revenge was avenged.

In the bottom of Wang Hao's heart, for a piece of garbage like Feiying who slaughtered even civilians, killing him with a single knife is simply a great favor.

Fei Ying's screams lasted for dozens of breaths, and finally turned into dust with Wang Hao's casual swipe.

After Wang Hao killed everyone, he felt weak for a while, and quickly took out a few pills from the storage ring and swallowed them. With his blood refining nine-level cultivation base, he could only use the life-saving knife to perform the reincarnation artistic conception once.

He had carefully observed the martial arts cultivation of all the people in the hall long ago, and he was sure to kill them all with the concept of reincarnation, so he did so.

Otherwise, Wang Hao would never do this. After all, after the artistic conception of reincarnation is cast, he is no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Thank you, Young Hero, for saving me..."

At this moment, the middle-aged man bowed to Wang Hao and saluted. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a plop.

Wang Hao quickly helped him up, and took out a few healing pills from the storage ring, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

"I know my own injuries, so I don't need to waste the pill...cough..." The middle-aged man coughed up blood before finishing his sentence.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by him, Wang Hao also knows that the middle-aged man is doomed to die, his body's vitality and blood energy have all been burned, and more importantly, his heart has been broken.

Even if Wang Hao used the ancient tree to inject vitality into him, it could not save his life.

"Han Ning, bring your brother Han Xing over here, thank you young hero for saving your life..." the middle-aged man said.

The middle-aged man said Han Ning, the girl he was protecting just now, quickly pulled Han Xing and bowed: "Thank you, young man, for letting us down just now."

They are just two children, and the family has suddenly suffered such a fusion, so it is already very good to be able to keep calm.

Even Wang Hao had to admire these two children a little bit.

"Brother, what kind of martial arts do you have, and what kind of martial arts did you use to kill so many people with one blow just now? It's so powerful." Han Xing was younger, and asked Wang Hao about the martial arts he used as soon as he opened his mouth.

When the boy said this, there was an unforgettable hatred in his eyes. Although Han Ning was calm, the same hatred was inadvertently revealed in his eyes.

Regarding this, Wang Hao could only sigh slightly. In this world of martial arts, there are vendettas and killings every day. If you don't care about others, others will kill you.

Wang Hao is not great, and he said some great principles to prevent the two of them from revenge. If it were him, he would also wish to kill the entire family of the enemy.

It's just that it's a bit too cruel for this kind of revenge to destroy the family to fall on the shoulders of two children.

"Young man... I want to ask you for one thing. Help me escort Han Ning and Han Xing to Lei Ze City, the branch of the Biyan Sect. When they see this thing, they will include Han Ning and the others in the sect... "The middle-aged man began to speak heavily.

"Let me escort them to Lei Ze City?" Wang Hao didn't wrinkle. He couldn't protect himself now. Once he showed up, he would definitely face the endless pursuit of Chixing Tower.

"Please...please...please promise me." The middle-aged man seemed to have returned to his light, and suddenly burst out with a powerful force, grabbing Wang Hao's hand tightly, and after a loud cry, there was no more sound.

Han Ning pulled the boy and watched the middle-aged man's death without shedding any tears, but there was still a trace of sadness in her eyes.

Wang Hao stared blankly at Han Ning and his brother, and then sighed helplessly. He already had enough troubles on his body, and it didn't matter if there were more troubles.

"Pack up your things and follow me." He then said to Han Ning and Han Xing.

But the next moment, Han Ning and the two actually knelt in front of Wang Hao at the same time.

Even though Wang Hao had a tough heart, he was a little overwhelmed by the sudden scene in front of him.

"On behalf of the Han family, I beg the young man to do something for me." Han Ning's tone of voice was extremely firm, as if Wang Hao disagreed, they would keep kneeling on the ground and not get up.

At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly felt a burst of regret, and he seemed to have predicted in his heart that this matter would definitely not be easy.

(End of this chapter)