Hate of killing a son!

In order to cultivate Song Mangong, Song Zhongmou spent all the family resources, and Song Mangong did not disappoint his expectations and pushed his opponents all the way. Now he is even more aware of the power of bloodline. Although he is defeated today, it is because the power of bloodline has just awakened and his magical power has not been perfect yet. As long as the power of bloodline is consolidated in the future, endless power can be developed!

By then, the Song family will be revived and will even be the leader of the five ancient martial arts families!

It is even possible to further get involved in the center of power.

But all this was ruined under the flames just now.

His pride, his descendants, Song Mangong, who awakened the power of his blood, was burned to ashes by the flames.

This also means that his hard work over the past 20 years has been ruined.

"You dare!" Song Zhongmou was furious and could no longer care about his demeanor. He wanted Qin Hao to be buried with him!

Qin Hao's eyes were cold, and he would never let Song Mangong leave the martial arts venue alive.

Men should be decisive in killing.

Boom boom boom boom.

Bang, the martial arts venue exploded.

Mu Shaoyun stood in front of Qin Hao and looked at Song Zhongmou with a bad expression: "You've passed."

"Qin Hao dares to kill my children, you can't save him today."

Song Zhongmou slapped with his palm, sweeping the boundless murderous intent.

Saw.

There were cracks in Mu Shaoyun's sleeves, and there was even a scratch on his cheek.

After all, Mu Shaoyun is old and no longer as powerful as before. The wounds covered with holes on his body dissipated a little under this violent blow. He was breathing heavily, obviously feeling a little helpless, but his eyes were still cold, like a tiger protecting a calf, staring at Song Zhongmou: "Song Zhongmou, life and death on the martial arts are destined to be alive, what do you want to do!"

Song Zhongmou ignored Mu Shaoyun. No one could stop him who Song Zhongmou wanted to kill.

"presumptuous!"

Mu Shaoyun's disciples were shocked and angry. Mu Shaoyun had been a country in his life, and had countless achievements. If it were in his heyday, how could he be afraid of Song Zhongmou? Now that he is old, Song Zhongmou dares to kill him.

Generals who shouldered the generals and stars jumped off the martial arts stage one after another.

"Stop them!" Song Zhongmou shouted, he must die today!

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

At the same time, several masters emerged from the Song family and stopped a group of generals.

"Bai Jingwei, Mr. Song agrees to your request, stop Mu Shaoyun!" Song Zhongmou knew that he could not delay any longer, and he must kill Qin Hao in an instant.

Bai Jingwei's eyes were condensed, he sneered, turned over and joined the battlefield that was already a little chaotic, with the pressure of the terrifying domain all over his body, heading towards Mu Shaoyun, and said lightly: "General Mu, I have long admired Daming, now your opponent is me."

"You!" Mu Shaoyun was furious and turned over and punched him, but after all, he was an elderly and powerful general who failed to force the other party back, which gave Song Zhongmou an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Song Zhongmou approached Qin Hao and had a murderous intent: "Let's bury my son with me."

Everyone was shocked. Song Zhongmou's strength was unfathomable, and it was impossible for Qin Hao to resist at this time.

Bang!

Under one palm, there is a breath of nirvana.

Qin Hao's expression remained unchanged, and the dragon scales on his arms were highlighted one by one.

At this moment, a strong wind blew up, which actually eliminated Song Zhongmou's terrifying palm invisible.

"Who!" Song Zhongmou was furious.

"Is the ancient martial arts family so virtuous?"

A faint voice resounded throughout the martial arts performance venue, and with the sound of a figure fell on the martial arts performance stage, but it was Ren Yuhuan.

It was Ren Yuhuan who saved Qin Hao's life from the Ninth Heaven of Death God, but he did not expect that he would appear again today.

A trace of coldness flashed in Song Zhongmou's eyes: "Ren Yuhuan, are you going to interfere in my business?"

"I'm not interested in you, but Qin Hao is also the son of an old friend. Besides, you rely on Old Man Mu's old age and weak body. No matter how you say Old Man Mu has an old age, how can I do what you wish? Humph, the ancient martial arts Song family, today I, Ren Yuhuan, let's see how many skills you have!" Ren Yuhuan stood there, and his terrifying cultivation was released.

Song Zhongmou's face darkened. He never expected that Qin Hao would provoke a powerful man like Ren Yuhuan.

Although Song Zhongmou is not afraid of Ren Yuhuan, he is difficult to deal with.

Just as Song Zhongmou was in a dilemma, a cold snorting sounded.

"I didn't expect this defective product to have some skills."

Everyone looked up.

"Haoran!" Qin Menglu frowned slightly, obviously a little dissatisfied with Qin Haoran.

"It's okay." Qin Haoran sneered, jumped into the martial arts stage, looked at Qin Hao disdainfully, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "You are Qin Hao?"

Qin Hao stared at Qin Haoran and saw a familiar but disgusting aura in him.

Qin Hao ignored Qin Haoran and prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Qin Haoran's face was unkind: "You should have died more than ten years ago, why? You, a defective product, still have a temper? Believe it or not, I took back your cheap life for your master."

Qin Hao stopped and looked at Qin Haoran. Finally, he understood where the disgust came from. He said lightly: "Do you want to die?"

"Qin Hao, don't you think you are my opponent, right?" Qin Haoran stretched out his hand provocatively.

"Qin Hao." Mu Shaoyun stopped Qin Hao and looked at Qin Haoran: "This is the place where the Fengshan Mountains in China, and you can't help but do whatever you want, Qin Hao, let's go."

Qin Haoran's face darkened. If something was still to be said, Qin Menglu had already arrived at the martial arts venue and pulled her aside, her eyes converging with Qin Hao.

The two passed by in a staggered manner.

"It's worthy of being a defective product." Qin Haoran sneered.

Qin Hao stopped.

"Qin Hao." Mu Shaoyun dissuaded.

Qin Hao waved his hand and looked at Qin Haoran: "Do you think you are very strong?"

"It's naturally better than you, a waste who can't even awaken your bloodline. Why, do you want to challenge me?" Qin Haoran looked proud.

"The power of blood?" Qin Hao's eyes turned cold: "Since you are the disciple of that man, it's better, in a month, you and I will fight each other."

Mu Shaoyun was shocked. Even Ren Yuhuan looked at Qin Hao in surprise and shook his head.

"Hahaha, do you want to challenge me? You really don't know how alive. Since that's the case, I will fulfill you. In a month, I will let you understand how small you are in the face of absolute power." Qin Haoran showed a hint of pride: "You are a defective product that shouldn't exist."

"Let's go." Qin Hao's eyes skipped over Liu Zongyuan and Bai Jingwei, and finally frozen on Qin Menglu. After a moment, he said lightly: "Go back and tell that man a word... he will pay the price."

That snowy night.

Qin Hao was deprived of everything.

This hatred is unforgettable.

Qin Hao left with Mu Shaoyun, and the military competition in Fengshan land came to an end.

Qin Hao led the South China Feilong victory.

Fame spread throughout the world.

No one dares to question his name as a major general.
Chapter completed!