1289: C1289 Selling off His Junior Brother(part I)

C1289 Selling off His Junior Brother(part I)

Lin Hao would never show any mercy to those who threatened his life. It was ridiculous to pity his enemies.2

"Next, it's your turn."

Lin Hao's figure suddenly flickered, and he rammed into another disciple. A bolt of lightning followed closely behind and pierced through the disciple's chest in an instant.

Another disciple of the Hook Sickle Blade died!

Half of the strong group of eight had been killed in the blink of an eye. Only four people were left, looking at Lin Hao with fear.

Were they afraid?

Of course I'm afraid!

Damn it, is he still human? Why did it feel like he had just taken a pill? A man who had just advanced to Middle-grade Martial Master could easily kill a peak intermediate Martial Master with just a casual slash of his sword. This was against common sense!

The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became strange. The people who were surrounding Lin Hao all wore vigilant expressions on their faces. They looked at Lin Hao as if they were guarding against a wild beast.

Were they panicking?

Panic!

However, they did not dare to escape. Leaving such a god of slaughter behind was simply a random lottery game. No one was confident that they could escape from Lin Hao.

"What's wrong? Didn't you guys come here to ambush me? Looking at the situation, I ambushed the eight of you by myself? "

A dangerous smile emerged on Lin Hao's face. Currently, there was a killing intent in Lin Hao's heart. Only the blood that was gradually dyed could calm the killing intent in Lin Hao's chest.

"Let's attack together. This kid is strange. Don't spread out!"

Zhang Yun cried out in panic. The rest of them quickly gathered together and pointed their sickles at Lin Hao, not daring to relax at all.

The corner of Lin Hao's mouth twitched. He really had a promising future!

Just who was ambushing who? What were these people thinking? Why couldn't they be braver and attack me? What did they mean by group up? Was it shameful?

However, Lin Hao was also happy to let them group up. Killing like this wouldn't be strenuous. They queued up and slashed four people in a row!

"Die! Chiaki, Cold Moon!"

Lin Hao waved his Longsword, and a huge round moon that was flashing with lightning shot out from the tip of Lin Hao's sword. It was like a huge moon disc that rose from the west mountain, and it carried the color of blood and dusk as it crashed towards the remaining four people.

Looking at the round moon in front of them, the four of them couldn't remain calm anymore.

It was even bigger than before! How were they supposed to fight?

"Quick! Don't hide anymore, take out all your life-saving techniques! Do you want to die!?"

Zhang Yun's face was filled with panic. He was the first to burn his Genuine Qi, and the hook in his hand shot out. Under the enhancement of the boundless Genuine Qi, the hook was like a black meteorite as it slammed into the cold moon.

The other three people's mouths twitched as they tried to hide their true strength. 'Am I really stupid? ' Who the hell knew that this kid's strength was so strong, if he had known earlier, he would have... 'I shouldn't have agreed to kill Lin Hao even if I die. Now, I'm going to be killed instead of killing him. ' This was simply a joke.

Although the three of them were regretting their decision, they couldn't back down now. The only thing they could do now was to delay Lin Hao and give him a chance to live.

The four of them unleashed their most powerful techniques. In an instant, a terrifying and majestic attack filled the sky and crashed into Leng Yue.

In the sky, the gigantic purple cold moon was like a gigantic meteorite that could destroy everything. The four of them were trembling little rocks under the gigantic meteorite. It was easy to tell who was stronger and who was weaker with just a glance.

Terrifying energy waves exploded in the sky. The Cold Moon of a Thousand Years unleashed by Lin Hao, who had just entered Middle-grade Martial Master's body, was much stronger than before.

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