2740: C2740 Tribulation of Reincarnation(part Iii)

C2740 Tribulation of Reincarnation(part Iii)

In addition to Reincarnated Martial Expert's numerous trump cards, very few people were able to find any trace of him. All of Reincarnated Martial Expert was like a green caterpillar that had been knocked down from the mortal world. Before he broke the shackles of reincarnation, no matter how strong he was, he had to choose to keep a low profile. After all, if the green caterpillar could not break out of the cocoon and become an empty seat, it would still be an extremely fragile existence.1

The current Zhuo Qingfeng was in such a predicament. Despite his glorious identity, he still had to conceal his identity in kingdom. He had to hide in the dark for dozens of years, and only when he finally laid his cards on the table did Lin Hao find out about his existence.

Reincarnated Martial Expert was simply a ticking time bomb. No wonder the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao had trapped Reincarnated Martial Expert in a place. If this group of Reincarnated Martial Expert could walk around freely, the world would have been thrown into chaos a long time ago.

Zhuo Qingfeng had only used the declining Soul Dao, and he had only found the Soul Dao Formation in the present era. If it was any other ancient Great Dao, or an even more desolate and fierce ancient Great Dao, how could it be possible?

Lin Hao suppressed the shock in his heart. He lifted the Longsword and stared at Zhuo Qingfeng. The black and white killing intent in his eyes flickered, and it was filled with killing intent.

Now was the best chance to kill Zhuo Qingfeng. If he couldn't kill Zhuo Qingfeng now, once Zhuo Qingfeng escaped, the consequences would be unimaginable!

As if he could feel the killing intent coming from Lin Hao's body, Zhuo Qingfeng smiled and said without any fear. "Did Sire God of Killing have a killing intent? Unfortunately, this Zhuo also had the same intention. "

Although Zhuo Qingfeng said it with a relaxed tone, the fear in his heart towards Lin Hao had already far exceeded what he had felt before. In Zhuo Qingfeng's eyes, Lin Hao was merely a talented and all-rounded Genius who could cultivate multiple Dao simultaneously. Although such a Genius was rare, he was still just a genius, not a threat at all.

However, the technique that Lin Hao used just now had completely frightened Ancient Sword Wind. Soul attack, Shadow Attendant. . . Lin Hao's technique and trump card had long surpassed the boundary of the so-called Genius, and had become an existence that could threaten him at this stage!

Right now, Zhuo Qingfeng only wanted to kill Lin Hao and get rid of this threat!

Both parties were filled with killing intent. Their eyes met, and they could see the killing intent in each other's eyes!

"Then there's only one battle!"

Lin Hao did not intend to dawdle. He suddenly raised his Longsword, and a purple-red flaming sun awl covered in violent electric arcs charged towards Zhuo Qingfeng.

"Humph! Although I am slightly injured, if you think that you can take me down with just this bit of strength, you are too naive!"

Zhuo Qingfeng coldly harrumphed. With a slash of his Longsword, a yellow dragon that was formed from the water of the Yellow Spring was blasted out. The yellow dragon that was condensed from the muddy Yellow Spring was incomparably powerful. With a roar of a dragon, it opened its mouth and bit at Lin Hao!

The Flaming Sun Awl that was wrapped around the violent Lightning didn't dodge at all. Instead, it rammed towards the yellow dragon!

On one side was a huge flaming vortex mixed with lightning, and on the other side was a turbid yellow dragon that had opened its bloody mouth. It was a hundred meters wide in the sky, and it was filled with purple-red, dark purple, and turbid yellow radiance. At this moment, both of their attacks had completely covered up the radiance of the heaven and earth.

The yellow dragon roared furiously. The corner of Zhuo Qingfeng's mouth raised slightly, and he wasn't worried about the situation of the battlefield at all.

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