Chapter 170

Can the twelve yuan Chen, which is unable to display the twelve yuan battle array, still be as powerful as before?

Of course not!

The reason why twelve yuan Chen can be powerful in duanhun mountain is that they have twelve yuan Chen battle array, which can make the strong people in purple mansion period feel difficult!

But now, the eighth of twelve yuan Chen is killed by Jiang Hao, and the so-called battle array of twelve yuan Chen is worthy of the name.

"Jiang Hao, you killed Lao ba. Now I'll give you a chance to join us and become the eighth son of twelve yuan Festival, or accept our anger." The monk headed by twelve yuan Chen looked at Jiang Hao and said coldly on his face.

Jiang Hao gently touched the knife, and then looked around. There were many monks around, all of them were monks from duanhun mountain.

"Is the twelve yuan festival very strong? Is your anger terrible? " Jiang Hao smiles and looks at twelve yuan Chen with disdain on his face. There is no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Although Jiang Hao was only in the late period of Pigu, his strength could not be comparable to that of ordinary jiedan period. Even if it was the great perfection of jiedan, he might not be Jiang Hao's opponent.

Now, eleven monks in the later period of jiedan want to kill Jiang Hao. How could Jiang Hao be afraid?

"You are looking for death!" The friar at the head looked at Jiang Hao, his eyes instantly cold, showing a strong sense of killing.

Jiang Hao couldn't help smiling. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and his eyes were still full of cold color.

They are all in the late stage of jiedan. Even if Jiang Hao has full confidence in his own strength, he does not dare to underestimate them.

Every battle is a battle of life and death, so Jiang Hao never underestimates any battle. No matter how strong the other side is, he will seriously face it.

"Brothers, kill him and avenge Lao Ba!" Twelve yuan Chen in the head of the friar looking at Jiang Hao, eyes in a thick sense of killing.

"Kill!" All of them drank a lot, and then surrounded Jiang Hao in an instant, and his momentum soared.

Jiang Hao looked at the 11 monks who surrounded him, and his eyes were filled with disdain. He saw that the knife in his hand coagulated, and he directly waved it down. In the space-time, a series of huge cracks appeared, just like a wild beast that could devour the starry sky.

"Pretend!" Suddenly, the two monks came forward, looking at Jiang Hao's falling knife, with a thick disdain in their eyes.

Each of them held a mace and looked at the chopping knife falling like a rolling force. They directly picked up and tried to break Jiang Hao's attack.

However, is Jiang Hao's attack really so easy to break?

Of course not!

Although this Dao is ordinary, it can carry hundreds of thousands of Jin of power. It takes a lot of strength for a monk in jiedan period to resist Jiang Hao's attack.

Click!

Just as the chopping knife fell on the wolf toothed stick, it was immediately cut off by the immortal chopping knife. Then, two blood spurted out. Then the two monks fell down from the ground with no life.

"Nine! Old ten The monk's face was pale, and his eyes were full of ferocity.

"You kill them, I want you dead!" The friar headed by him directly held a spear and killed Jiang Hao directly.

At the moment of the first monk's departure, Jiang Hao's eyes also had a thick look of disdain. He lifted the knife in his hand and then cut it off.

"Cut the emperor!" Jiang Hao's whole body strength burst out with a roar of anger. Then, with the rolling momentum on the chopping knife, he directly crushed the monks.

"What a powerful force, he broke through!" The king of broken soul looked at this scene with a trace of shock in his eyes.

The stronger Jiang Hao is, the more dangerous he is.

"Kowloon ascends to heaven!" The chief monk suddenly burst into a rage, and the eight monks behind him instantly put away their weapons and ran the spiritual power in their bodies and rushed directly towards the chief monk.

All of a sudden, the first monk's momentum soared to the sky, and the spear in his hand also carried heavy force, as if he could break through all things.

Jiang Hao's eyes remain unchanged. He looks at the monk who is becoming stronger and stronger. His eyes are still full of disdain.

"Come on, fight!" Jiang Hao's power of chopping the immortal sword in his hand increased again. In an instant, the power of the sword in Jiang Hao's hand reached nearly 200 Jin.

Poof!

The knife fell down and hit the spear directly. Suddenly, the monk who was the head was directly swallowed up by the huge power of the knife. A mouthful of blood gushed out, his face was pale and his expression was extremely embarrassed.

"I said, my opponent is not you, my opponent is him!" Jiang Hao shook his head.

He took the knife and cut it off!

All of a sudden, the head monk was lifeless. Then, Jiang Hao turned into a shadow again and rushed directly to the other eight monks.

These friars have just given their spiritual power to the chief monk. When the chief monk was seriously injured by Jiang Hao, they were also seriously injured.

Jiang Hao's speed is very fast, a knife a person, only a few breath, then all of these friars were killed.Jiang Hao ended the twelve yuan Festival, which was originally a great shock to duanhun mountain. In the later years, the twelve yuan festival was just the past style, which, like the white faced wolf king, has become history forever.

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