Ji Hao looked at the three flying knives that were slashing in the air with a frenzy.

I was so excited that every hair on my body was twitching. Although there were three flying knives in front of me, there was no doubt that this was the art of controlling swords. In the previous Dharma-Ending Age, the art of controlling swords was just a legend. Ji Hao searched through the Taoist sect, Buddhist scriptures, and classics of various schools, and all he could see was a fragmentary record of scales and claws.

He swung his sword into the air, and suddenly rushed thousands of miles away, wielding his sword to kill people.

For a long time, Ji Hao was deeply fascinated by the legendary sword fairy style, which was also one of the main motivations for him to rack his brains to comprehend the Nine-Character Mantra Pillar.

However, at that time, he couldn't even find a spiritual sword.

In front of him, three flying knives with splendor and spiritual energy were slashing at him fiercely.

With a hint of praise, Ji Hao even ignored it for a moment. This was a battlefield of life and death. His body lightly drew an arc and avoided three flying knives. He even pulled out a dagger from his waist, and when the knife light passed by his body, he gently touched the dagger made of steel on the light.

Silently, and even unable to feel any strength on his wrist, the dagger forged by the steel was shattered into pieces by the light of the knife.

Just a stroke of sword energy brought by the sword light swept across Ji Hao's hand, and a thick layer of flesh on the back of his hand was swept to pieces by the sword energy, revealing the bones as bright as crystal stones below. The armor refined by Abao spewed out a clear light to resist the sword energy, but just after being hit by the bead, the defense of the armor was obviously not recovered, and Ji Hao immediately suffered a great loss.

The back of his hand was bleeding, and Ji Hao's eyes were so dark that he was so painful that he hurriedly used the secret technique to forcibly seal the blood vessels near the wound, so that the wound would no longer bleed.

Three sword lights circled and slashed towards Ji Hao again. This time, Ji Hao did not dare to take risks anymore. He let out a long roar and hurriedly encouraged the Flowing Fire Wing to run towards the dense forest beside him.

The two young men behind had already chased after him. Seeing the young man blocking Ji Hao's way ahead, they laughed in unison: "Senior Brother, you didn't expect you to be so elegant?"

The eldest brother waved the flute in his hand, put it on his mouth and blew it gently, then laughed loudly, "Two junior brothers, the armor on this son is a real treasure, and he is destined to be with me. The two junior brothers won't compete with Brother Yu, right?"

The two young men behind looked ugly as if they were forced to eat three pounds of cow dung, and their fair and pretty faces turned black.

But the eldest brother of his own spoke, and the two could only shake their heads reluctantly and laughed dryly: "This thing is indeed a fate with the eldest brother!"

The three of them laughed in unison, and the laughter was filled with the kindness of brothers and brothers' kindness, but a hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the elder brother, and a hint of anger and resentment quickly flashed through the eyes of the two younger brothers. This small detail was not worthy of being told.

The eldest brother pointed his hand and chased Ji Hao fiercely. Then he put the piccolo at the corner of his mouth and chuckled softly: "Then, it's time for the two junior brothers to block this doll for Brother Yu. At such a young age, this guy is difficult to deal with."

The two young men laughed dryly, their gloomy faces accelerated, and they chased Ji Hao with all their strength.

Ji Hao ran forward, and was about to rush into the dense forest. The two young men were still half a mile away from him, but the three sword lights were less than twenty feet away from Ji Hao. But Ji Hao was confident that he would definitely escape into the forest before the sword light caught up with him.

The dense forests in the southern wilderness are rugged and there are vines and thatch everywhere. At this moment, it is the Feng Shui treasure land where Ji Hao hides in his life.

But the senior brother smiled quietly, pressed the flute made of green bamboo with his fingers, and a melodious sound of flute rose from the ground, like a breeze, spreading throughout the radius of ten miles in an instant in the storm.

Ji Hao felt the darkness in front of him, and the purple palace golden elixir was spinning wildly. The melodious and pleasant sound of flute turned into a death-induced sound in his ears, just like countless sharp knives piercing Ji Hao's soul.

What's even more terrifying is that countless strange-shaped evil ghosts emerged from the sky beside Ji Hao, stretching out his bloody limbs to catch Ji Hao. A strong cold air came from all around, and Ji Hao's body became stiff and his internal organs were almost frozen.

Illusion, illusion, must be illusion!

Ji Hao roared, the nine-character mantra "fight", "array", and "row" three mantras were released one after another, and all his mental power suddenly condensed, and a strong aura that was as firm as a mountain was indestructible came from his body.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a large ball of golden crows squirted out. The golden red flame contained a trace of the supreme evil-breaking power of the ancient golden crow roared and covered a range of dozens of feet. All the evil ghosts in the dark whistled and scattered in unison. Ji Hao's eyes suddenly lit up, and it was still the forest ruled by the storm.

The senior brother behind exclaimed in surprise, and the piccolo in his hand cracked a small gap.

"Little baby, you're looking for death!" The eldest brother roared angrily, pointed his hand, and the three sword lights became faster and faster. Taking advantage of Ji Hao's moment of being confused by the flute, he tore open the twenty-foot void and slashed hard on Ji Hao's back.

Ji Hao screamed in pain, and the clear light on the armor blocked the blade and failed to cut into Ji Hao's body. However, a small part of the three extremely sharp sword intents contained in the sword light invaded, like countless small knives stabbed Ji Hao's internal organs.

Abdominal pain is like stirring, and a stream of blood is sprayed out when you open your mouth.

Three sword lights circled in one 'dripping' and rushed to the sky quickly. Then the sword light circled like a windmill, quickly strangling towards Ji Hao's neck.

Ji Hao made up his mind and turned around. He and the three young men in white were in a straight line.

Griefly staring at the three of them, Ji Hao grinned and took out the gold medal that Manman gave to represent the identity of Manman, and it was also a gold medal with great lethality. Although it only had one blow, the attack power of this gold medal was definitely beyond the realm of the Great Witch.

A flash of fire, and a straight fire flashed out. The three young men in white were located on a straight line. Ji Hao's hands were extremely stable without trembling at all. The red light accurately penetrated the heads of the three people, directly qianing their heads.

Three sword lights were about to fall on Ji Hao's neck. As the eldest brother's head suddenly qi, the sword light suddenly stagnated in the air. The sword light dissipated, revealing the three flying swords' bodies that were full of light.

Ji Hao smiled bitterly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grabbed three extremely sharp crescent knifes in his hands, and started playing with them with love.

After careful consideration, Ji Hao used the power of his divine thought to circle the three small swords for a few times, and carefully made his soul mark in a subtle rune at the core of the three small swords. He immediately felt that he had some strange connection with the three small swords.

After laughing proudly, Ji Hao walked to the three headless corpses and searched out all the objects on them one by one.

What Ji Hao was most proud of was that there was a palm-sized sack on the waist of the senior brother, and the space inside was about half a foot long, wide and high, enough to accommodate a large amount of debris.

After a cup of tea, Ji Hao, who was proud of himself, turned into a fire and flew away, and the three corpses had completely turned into a wisp of ashes.

Ji Hao did not notice that in the mountains and forests, a black ape as big as a palm was widening three green eyeballs, staring at his body as he was leaving.

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Killing and setting fire to the golden belt... In the wild world, this is the truth!
Chapter completed!