Destiny Martial God

In front of the sword tower!

"Yu, how dare you say I'm not beautiful!" Stopping less than three meters away from Yu Haoran, Shangguan Yunduo asked fiercely.

After giving Shangguan Yunduo a cold look, Yu Haoran turned around and headed towards the east gate.

"Stop!" Shangguan Yunduo suddenly appeared in front of Yu Haoran and shouted with an expression as cold as ice.

"Everyone who is familiar with and understands me, Yu Haoran, knows that in my eyes there is no so-called distinction between men and women, and there is no fear of superiority or inferiority. There are only friends and enemies."

"I treat my friends with the warmth of spring."

"But I will treat my enemies as ruthlessly as the harsh winter."

Looking at Shangguan Yunduo who was standing in front of him, Yu Haoran said with a strong murderous aura slowly rising from his body.

"If you don't want to die, disappear from my eyes immediately, otherwise, the Sword Tower will be your burial place!"

"Young man, this is too much!"

Just when Shangguan Yunduo took a few steps back with a slightly pale face because she was afraid of the strong murderous aura rising from Yu Haoran, an old man in a gray robe appeared in front of her in an instant and offset the influence of the strong murderous aura for her. He asked with a gloomy expression.

"Old guy, the number of quasi-martial masters who have died under my hands in the past few months, Yu Haoran, exceeds twenty, and there is no shortage of those who are at the peak of the second calamity quasi-martial masters."

Looking at the gray-robed old man in front of him who had reached the level of Quasi-Martial Master during the Second Tribulation, Yu Haoran threatened with murderous intent while secretly activating the body of the ancestral witch.

"I don't know if you, a strong man who is in the second calamity quasi-Martial Master realm, can survive in the end."

"Yeah!"

He asked with a sneer, and the natal sword instantly appeared in the hands of the gray-robed old man.

Then, he said with a sneer that also had a strong murderous aura.

"I would like to weigh your methods and see how confident you are to say such arrogant and ignorant words."

"I fulfill your wish!" After responding, Yu Haoran directly activated the body of the ancestral witch.

A thousand-meter giant!

Although affected by the rules of the sword tower, Yu Haoran, who transformed into a thousand-meter ancestral witch, was only a few dozen meters tall in the eyes of everyone on the top of the mountain. But with the similarly compressed sword tower next to him as a comparison, everyone could imagine how huge it was. The pressure brought by the body.

As Shangguan Yunduo and Teng Yunjie, who were directly opposite the thousand-meter giants, the pressure they felt and endured made them feel a little trembling in their hearts.

However, for the gray-robed old man whose cultivation had reached the Second Tribulation Quasi-Martial Master realm, his expression was slightly solemn, but he did not have the slightest fear in his heart.

After all, Yu Haoran, who has transformed into a body of a thousand meters, is only at the level of a martial saint.

Even if a strong body can increase the oppressive momentum, it can only have an impact on warriors with the seventh level of Martial Saint.

With his slightly bent legs, he kicked hard and soared into the sky. At the same time, Yu Haoran took out the purple stick.

"Hit the stick to the sky!" Yu Haoran, who was holding the purple stick tightly, shouted loudly as his body fell rapidly.

"The devil is reborn!"

Feeling that the purple stick contained the power of the second calamity quasi-Martial Master's peak state, the gray-robed old man's face changed slightly.

Then, he also rose into the sky and used the mid-grade heavenly sword technique that had been passed down by his family for tens of thousands of years.

A sword energy containing strong evil spirit quickly condensed into a demon nearly a hundred meters tall with two curved horns on his head after being separated from the natal sword.

The 100-meter-tall demon looked up to the sky and roared, then stretched out his two huge palms to grab the purple stick that was coming quickly.

"boom!"

Along with the deafening roar, Yu Haoran couldn't help but change his expression.

Although the devil's hands tightly holding the purple stick were directly shattered, it was enough to offset nearly one-third of the power of Chaotian's Stick Technique.

The demon who lost his hands laughed ferociously as if he was not in pain, then lowered his head and used a pair of horns to slam into the purple stick that came towards him!

"boom!"

With the second roar that echoed through the sky, the demon transformed by the sword energy was directly shaken away.

But all the power contained in the purple stick was also consumed.

Looking at the gray-robed old man who was holding his natal sword and rushing toward him, Yu Haoran's expression remained unchanged as he descended rapidly. He held the stick in one hand and held it tightly in the other.

Then, a fist move containing the will of the ancestral witch directly hit the gray-robed old man's natal sword.

quiet!

silence!

The heavy fist hit the natal sword, not only did not make a sound in mid-air, but Yu Haoran and the old man in gray robe did not bounce back due to the collision of force.

Seeing the slightly weird face in front of them, most of the powerful warriors in the Martial Saint realm knew that this situation was even more dangerous.

Because they are now competing for the strength of their own energy. Whoever accumulates more energy will not only win in the end, but also be able to inflict heavy damage on their opponent in an instant.

"Boy, although your potential is very outstanding, your own cultivation limits the accumulation of Yuan Power and Soul Power. If you compete with me in energy accumulation, I can forcefully drain you to death."

The energy competition is temporarily balanced, so the two people can continue to stay in mid-air.

The old man in gray robe, holding his natal sword tightly with both hands, threatened with a proud expression.

"Yeah!"

Yu Haoran asked with a sneer, then put away the purple stick in his hand and took out a pill from the storage ring.

With his movable right hand, he held the elixir bottle and shook it at the gray-robed old man. Yu Haoran said equally proudly.

"Old guy, have you forgotten that in addition to my talent in swordsmanship, I, Yu Haoran, am also an alchemist who has reached the peak master level in alchemy!"

"And the most indispensable thing in the hands of the alchemy master is the top elixir."

Directly pouring all the elixirs in the elixir bottle into his mouth, Yu Haoran roared with a ferocious expression.

"With the elixir reserves in my storage space, I can completely drain an old guy like you."

"Then let's try it!" Seeing Yu Haoran using the elixir to restore his vitality and soul power, the proud look on the gray-robed old man's face disappeared instantly, and in the end he could only gnashed his teeth and said provocatively.

"Just try it and see who kills whom in the end!" Yu Haoran also gritted his teeth and shot back.

"Duo'er, it seems you are the one who caused the trouble!" Teng Yunjie said solemnly as he walked up to Shangguan Yunduo and looked at Yu Haoran and the old man in gray robe who were competing for energy in mid-air.

"Senior Brother Yunjie, who allowed Yu to humiliate me!" Shangguan Yunduo said resentfully, not knowing that the old man in gray robe who was protecting him was about to fall into a life and death crisis.

"Duo'er, Grandmaster Yu actually has no intention of humiliating you at all."

Feeling the hatred in Shangguan Yunduo's gritted teeth, Teng Yunjie said with a wry smile.

"Because Grandmaster Yu's fiancée, Princess Ling Fei of the Great Qin Empire, is a peerless beauty with a peerless appearance and a temperament that is not inferior to that of the Nine Heavens Xuannv."