1719: C1719 Killing His Teammates(part I)

C1719 Killing His Teammates(part I)

"Chiaki Cold Moon!"1

The Longsword in Lin Hao's hand shone with a dazzling light. At this moment, the Thousand Year Cold Moon that rose from Lin Hao's sword had completely changed.

The original Thousand Year Cold Moon was merely a Thunder Ball with an amazing appearance. However, the current Flaming Cold Moon Arts could indeed be called the Cold Moon of the Human Realm.

A round, dream-like full moon that was flashing with a sparkling light shot out gracefully from Lin Hao's sword tip. This round moon was really like the cold moon in the sky. It was bright, like a firefly without light. The graceful and indifferent Shine made the cold moon seem as if it had experienced a thousand years of coldness.

With just a glance, it really made people think that it was a bright moon in the horizon, and that it had descended to the mortal world.

The graceful and elegant Leng Yue slowly descended. It looked neither fast nor slow, but it was three times faster than the blood colored arrow.

There was no extremely loud noise, nor was there any annoying noise.

The Cold Moon collided with the arrow. An extremely terrifying ripple of Spiritual Energy spread out, causing the entire arena to be filled with sand and wind.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched this cold and tall Cold Moon slowly swallow the blood colored arrow. In just an instant, the entire blood colored arrow was completely swallowed, leaving no trace behind.

Chiaki's cold moon had only shrunk by half, but it was still able to shoot towards the three of them without slowing down at all.

"Damn it! Damn it! Just what kind of demonic technique did this kid use? How did he suddenly become so much stronger! "

Yuwen Lee watched helplessly as the blood red arrow that he had paid half of the Blood Essence to be cleanly devoured just like that. He was incomparably shocked in his heart.

What exactly was going on? The power of this attack was not much weaker than the previous attack. Furthermore, Lin Hao was clearly heavily injured. Why was it not weak but strong? Why was it that it could easily destroy his attack?

How could Yuwen Lee know that Lin Hao had secretly activated the Nine Infants Treasure Bone? With the addition of a third of the power of the Legendary Mystical Beast Treasure Bone, it could easily surpass the previous strength.

However, no one thought of this, because no traces of using the Treasure Bone could be seen on Lin Hao's body. If a the ordinary used a Demonic Beast or Treasure Bone, at the very least, they could roughly tell what it was. However, the Aura on Lin Hao's body didn't have any changes, and he didn't have any changes to activate the Treasure Bone on his body either. This made it impossible for anyone to guess the truth.

"No! If this continues, the three of us will be exhausted to death! Duanmu! You hold the bow!"

Yuwen Lee's Blood Essence had almost been drained dry by the Bloodthirsty Bow. Now, he was so skinny that he could not even draw the bow. Among the three of them, only Duanmu Fan was still considered complete.

"I..."

Duanmu Fan's face showed some hesitation. Not everyone was as crazy as Yuwen Lee. Although Duanmu Fan hated Lin Hao, compared to Lin Hao's life and death, Duanmu Fan cared more about his precious life.

This was human nature. He, Duanmu Fan, had cultivated for nearly a hundred years before stepping into the Martial Spirit Realm. Now, he was forced to sacrifice his own life in exchange for Lin Hao's life. He, Duanmu Fan, was unwilling to do so.

However, Duanmu Fan had never thought that because of his hesitation, he would die prematurely.

Yuwen Lee's killing intent towards Lin Hao was no ordinary killing intent. Regardless of whether it was the great enmity between the entire family or the personal grudge between the two of them, it made Yuwen Lee want Lin Hao to die.

The only chance he had now was to take this Bloodthirsty Bow and kill Lin Hao. However, the only one who had the ability to draw the bow, Duanmu Fan, did not cooperate?

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