Destiny Martial God

Youniu Mountain, the top!

"ah…!"

A horrific howl of pain immediately attracted the attention of everyone at the peak.

"Who is this person? Why have I never seen him before?" A middle-aged warrior in the early stage of the first-grade Martial Saint said to himself with a slightly raised brow.

"You are not old, you are strong, and you are ruthless. It seems that you are either an elite disciple of a first-class sect or a core disciple of an inherited family." Another white-bearded old man at the peak of the ninth rank of Martial Saint praised Yu Haoran's guess. origin.

"You're not that old, but you're so vicious. You can tell at a glance that it's not something." Another young man who didn't like Yu Haoran mocked him with a disdainful expression.

"Are you guys stupid for not helping me quickly?"

After his fist was crushed, Yu Haoran also let go of his palm.

The strong man of Grade 7 Martial Emperor, who took a few steps back, took the healing elixir and shouted at several of his accomplices.

Without using any elemental or soul power, he could directly block the iron fist and crush the attacks of his companions with just his strong body. This shows that this seemingly young young man in front of him is definitely a powerful warrior at the level of a martial saint. who.

Therefore, in the face of the roars of the seventh-grade Martial Emperor's companions, none of his accomplices dared to step forward to help.

Moreover, under the gaze of Yu Haoran's cold eyes, they obediently moved out of the way, showing a posture of submission.

"Are you still men after all?" Seeing several of his companions voluntarily succumbing to Yu Haoran's domineering power, the strong man of the seventh rank of the Martial Emperor suddenly became furious and reprimanded.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better shut up immediately." Yu Haoran threatened in a voice as cold as frost as he walked towards the sword tower and approached the strong man of the seventh rank of the Martial Emperor who was still cursing.

"Boy, if you have the courage, just kill me directly, otherwise, you dare...!"

Faced with the threat of awe-inspiring ice as cold as frost, the strong man of the seventh grade of Emperor Wu still continued to threaten him regardless of life or death.

But before he could finish his threatening words, a powerful force directly penetrated his heart.

"You, you really dare to attack me." Looking at the pierced heart, the strong man of the seventh rank of the Martial Emperor, who was still alive for the time being, said in disbelief.

Although it is said that after a warrior breaks through the martial arts realm and condenses his soul, his body can be destroyed but his soul is immortal, there are very few warriors who can survive after their soul leaves the body.

This is because the opponent will not give the spirit a chance to survive and make a comeback, but also because the spirit dies quickly after losing the energy provided by the physical body.

"Boy, my big brother Kuang Heisha will never let you go."

At the moment when the soul was about to perish, the strong man of the seventh grade of Emperor Wu left behind a threat that made everyone present couldn't help but change their expressions.

In response, Yu Haoran continued to walk towards the sword tower without changing his expression at all.

Perhaps it was because of the powerful physical body he had just exposed, or perhaps because of his fearless domineering attitude that made all the Martial Emperor masters in front of him automatically move out of the way.

However, when he walked in front of a young man who was about thirty years old, handsome in appearance and outstanding in temperament, the other man crossed his shoulders and looked at Yu Haoran with a sneer on his face, with no intention of getting out of the way.

"Get out!" Looking at the temperamental young man indifferently, Yu Haoran still shouted in a frosty voice.

"oops!"

Faced with Haoran's cold scolding, the temperamental young man suddenly let out a strange scream and asked with a gloomy face.

"Boy, do you know who I am?"

"Three numbers!" Ignoring the other party's shouts, Yu Haoran coldly gave the time limit that he could endure.

"This young master is from the Wu family from the Qilian Mountains in the Central Region." The temperamental young man introduced himself arrogantly.

After hearing the origin of the temperamental young man, there was a shocked discussion at the scene.

Some warriors who were born in the Southern Region, or who were too far away from the Qilian Mountains, did not know what the Wu family behind the temperamental young man represented, and they hurriedly interrogated some warriors who knew the situation.

"The Wu family has been inherited for more than 100,000 years. Not only is the family powerful, but there are three peerless warriors in the Martial Master realm among the ancestors. They are the true overlords of the Qilian Mountains." A person who knows the Wu family very well The strong martial saint introduced with a shocked expression.

Hearing other people's introduction to the Wu family and the shocked looks of everyone around him, a proud smile appeared on the face of the elegant young man.

"Three seconds have passed, you can die!"

But what surprised the temperamental young man, or what made him angry, was Yu Haoran's contempt for the Wu family, and Yu Haoran's arrogance and arrogance.

"Arrogant and ignorant boy, I will send you on your way first."

The temperamental young man who instantly took out his natal sword shouted loudly, and stabbed Yu Haoran's forehead directly with the sword.

The early cultivation level of the first-grade Martial Saint, the natal sword of the top-grade Martial Emperor. Seeing the methods displayed by the temperamental young man, Yu Haoran secretly stimulated the physical strength of the ancestral witch and at the same time, he directly clamped the sword with two fingers as fast as lightning.

At this time, the tip of the natal sword was less than one centimeter away from the center of his eyebrows.

"What a powerful body!" Everyone at the scene couldn't help but exclaimed as they watched the temperamental young man mobilize his energy and soul power to drive his natal sword, but the natal sword did not move at all.

"Let go!"

Looking at the temperamental young man who was desperately driving his natal sword, Yu Haoran shouted loudly, and at the same time, the two fingers holding the tip of the sword suddenly turned hard. A strong concussive force forced the temperamental young man to let go of his natal sword.

After taking a look at the Imperial Realm top-grade sword weapon, which was of average quality but suitable for improving the quality of the Ruyi Bell, Yu Haoran directly put his natal sword weapon into the storage ring.

"Boy, hand over my natal sword weapon!" The natal sword weapon, which was isolated from the mind by the storage space, made the temperamental young man shout angrily.

In response, Yu Haoran's reply was very simple, that is, the fist that was integrated with the law of speed, directly smashed his head before the opponent could react.

Using the Yuanli to shake off the spurting blood and brain matter, Yu Haoran continued to walk towards the sword tower.

With the strength of his flesh, he was not only able to clamp the Imperial Realm top-grade magic weapon, but also directly kill the strong man of the first rank of the Martial Saint. The domineering and strength that Yu Haoran showed when he killed the temperamental young man just now directly made all the strong men below the peak of the seventh rank of the Martial Saint in front of him make way for the passage in the first time.

Looking at the middle-aged warrior who had reached the high stage of the eighth grade of Martial Saint and had a slightly feminine temperament, Yu Haoran did not say a word, but the indifference in his eyes made the feminine middle-aged warrior hesitate.

In the end, the feminine middle-aged warrior sighed and took the initiative to make way.

However, standing behind the feminine middle-aged warrior, a thin old man in green clothes who had reached the peak of the ninth grade of Martial Saint looked at Yu Haoran with disdain.