622: C622 Innate Cold Body(part I)

C622 Innate Cold Body(part I)

Under such a fierce attack, Lin Hao was still alive. Pu Wutao couldn't help but feel somewhat anxious.

"Go to hell!"

Pu Wutao unleashed all of his evil Aura. His evil and evil Qi gathered on his sword. He leapt high into the air and slashed at Lin Hao's head.

"Ding!"

What Pu Wutao didn't expect was that the sword had stopped three feet above Lin Hao's head, and it couldn't get any closer.

"Have you fought enough? It's my turn now."

Lin Hao raised his head indifferently. There was a trace of disdain in his cold and indifferent eyes, as if he was mocking the weakness of Pu Wutao's attack.

A scarlet arc streaked across the sky and slashed towards Pu Wutao's waist.

Not good!

Pu Wutao's sword was blocked, so he couldn't return the sword and block it. He could only quickly jump back and escape from Lin Hao's attack range.

Pieces of tattered cloth fell from the sky like butterflies dancing in the wind, carrying a trace of a sad and beautiful scarlet color.

After landing on the ground, Pu Wutao looked at his abdomen with lingering fear. There was a shallow wound that was bleeding.

Pu Wutao suddenly raised his head, but he saw that Lin Hao was still standing there calmly, without any intention of chasing after him.

"How is this possible? Why did he become so strong? I, the Nine Cold Evil Sword, have learned it since I was young. When combined with my Cultivation Method and my body, I am invincible. Furthermore, I have suppressed him by a realm. Why is he still standing there unharmed?! "

Pu Wutao roared furiously in his heart. A month ago, Lin Hao was still a useless trash, a mere Middle-grade Martial Cultivator, but why was he able to withstand his attack so easily?

Could it be that Lin Hao had some kind of trump card?

That's right, Lin Hao must have used some incredible trump card that allowed him to be on par with Lin Hao. Otherwise, how could a newly advanced Level-eight martial artist compete with a peak Level-eight martial artist?

As if he had seen Pu Wutao's doubt, Lin Hao shook his head slightly and said in a flat tone, "Don't guess. In the end, it's just that you are too weak."

Pu Wutao, who was trying his best to comfort himself, suddenly heard these words. He was like a barrel of gunpowder that had been ignited in an instant, exploding on the spot.

"You are a piece of trash, how dare you say that I am weak! I, Pu Wutao, am a destined person. How dare you say that I am weak! Ahhhhhhhh! Lin Hao, die!"

Pu Wutao's aura suddenly rose, and all the Genuine Qi on his body began to gather on the Longsword in his hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the crazy injection of Pu Wutao's Genuine Qi, the originally shiny Longsword actually turned into a very obscure gray color, like ashes that flew out from a pile of firewood.

Lin Hao narrowed his eyes. He could feel that Pu Wutao's aura was as bright as the ocean at this moment. Lin Hao was not arrogant. He picked up the Dragon Cry Sword and looked straight at Pu Wutao.

"Nine Yin Absolute Sword!"

Pu Wutao's imposing manner had reached its peak. With an indomitable momentum, he rushed towards Lin Hao.

In an instant, a violent wind blew. Pu Wutao's body was covered with endless grey and dark Genuine Qi. With the sword in front of him, he shot it towards Lin Hao.

This sword strike was worthy of the word 'absolute'!

However, Lin Hao didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. Facing Pu Wutao's full-powered strike, Lin Hao swung his sword horizontally and condensed his Qi.

You are proud of your majestic Genuine Qi, your innate cold body, and you want to crush me with your advantage?

Then I will do as you wish!

I will fight you head on! I will completely defeat you in the domain you are most proud of!0

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