Cang Qianshan's eyes widened after his body beat hard.

Wang Hao's finger was so powerful that he actually stopped his castration!

"burst!"

But, is the only thing that the Tianlei Finger is now?

No!

If Wang Hao's strength had completely exploded yesterday, he would be no longer afraid of the cultivator of the seventh level of the heaven of gathering Qi, and he would be able to fight with the cultivator of the eighth level of the heaven of gathering Qi.

now?

After today's transformation, Wang Hao's strength has increased significantly, especially the nine transformations of the Heavenly Thunder Finger and the Divine Thunder!

Now, it can be said that ordinary people who gather energy in the eighth level are not his opponents!

boom!

With Wang Hao's cold snorting, the thunder force entangled above the thunder finger exploded.

“Wow…”

With the burst of majestic energy, Cang Qianshan felt as if he was severely injured and faced the suppression of the mountains and seas.

ah……

With a muffled groan, Cang Qianshan Zhizi was forced to retreat.

"Soul-Splitting Curse!"

With one move, he forced Cang Qianshan to take the initiative. Wang Hao's eyes surged with murderous intent, and the power of the soul and soul were all over his body.

boom!

The soul-breaking curse was cast, and the claws of hell condensed, heading straight for Cang Qianshan's mind.

"Wang Hao, don't think so!"

Feeling the crisis, Cang Qianshan looked shocked.

What is the most dangerous thing for a soul cultivator? It is his soul power, his strange means of killing people.

Faced with the crisis, Cang Qianshan hurriedly held his mind!

boom!

The next moment, the soul-catching claws hit Cang Qianshan's mind. Amid the roar, runes of the soul-breaking spell exploded, like huge waves swept Cang Qianshan's mind.

The terrifying shock made Cang Qianshan look pale and a mouthful of blood spurt out of his mouth.

Although he kept his mind and avoided his soul from being damaged, the impact also made his soul turbulent.

In this confrontation, Cang Qianshan suffered a huge loss again after rushing to resist.

"Come again! Nine changes in the Divine Thunder, the second change!"

The power of the Soul-Splitting Curse had just dissipated, but Wang Hao came to kill again.

brush……

The Wuchen Sword was unsheathed, the sword light soared into the sky, and the sword energy was surging!

Crackling...

In an instant, the thousands of thunder powers condensed on the sword body seemed to be weaving into a sky net, bursting with a breath of soul-catching spirits.

"cut!"

A sword has come from Jiuxiao!

Carrying dozens of meters of sword light and sweeping through endless sword energy, the Wuchen Sword containing the power of thunder was like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, swallowing Cang Qianshan, whose body was not stable.

"Bastard! Break it open for me!"

In the blink of an eye, both of them were at a disadvantage and suffered a great loss. Now, as Wang Hao's killer move came, Cang Qianshan's pupils contracted and hissed!

He is unwilling to give up!

Is this Wang Hao really a soul cultivator?

I think his soul is strong enough. But why is its strength so domineering?

Aren’t soul cultivators very weak in melee combat?

Did you understand something wrong?

During the crisis, Cang Qianshan's face became ferocious.

"The light of rice grains dares to compete with Haoyue for the bright light?"

Seeing Cang Qianshan resisting, Wang Hao showed a sneer on his lips.

The two changes of divine thunder will bloom with the blood of the vast mountains today.

"Break! Break! Break!"

With the roar, Wuchen Sword ruthlessly suppressed it down.

Thorn...

The world seems to be torn apart.

It seemed like a moment, or a light-year period, the Wuchen Sword fell heavily on the long soldiers of Cang Qianshan.

bite……

A crisp sound spread throughout Jiuzhou.

Click...

As the power of thunder exploded, the long soldier in Cang Qianshan's hand exploded instantly.

"kill!"

Wang Hao, with the power of the two changes of divine thunder, carried the destruction and destruction, continued to suppress it in Cang Qianshan's horrified and desperate eyes, and took his lifeline straight away.

"No...Wang Hao...No..."

The long soldier shattered and faced the sword edge, feeling the cold and suffocating sword intent, and the violent energy, Cang Qianshan's pupils dilated, and endless horror and fear appeared in his eyes.

die?

Is this the breath of death?

how so?

Is Wang Hao so powerful and domineering?

He is clearly a powerful person in the eighth level of heaven for gathering Qi, while Wang Hao is just a person in the sixth level of heaven for gathering Qi.

Why is it completely opposite to what appears in the final battle?

Every confrontation, I was crushed!

It seemed as if in front of Wang Hao, he was the person who gathered Qi at the sixth level of heaven, and Wang Hao was the person who gathered Qi at the eighth level of heaven!

This is unscientific!

Cang Qianshan is unwilling to give up.

His eyes were so bloody that he was heart-wrenching.

"die!"

However, the roar and despair, and the unwillingness cannot save Cang Qianshan at this moment.

Puff...

As Wang Hao snorted coldly, a wisp of blood sprinkled into the sky!

Cang Qianshan's figure is frozen at the next moment.

The sword energy gradually dissipated, and the world seemed to return to calm from destruction, and his eyes gradually dissipated. Looking at Wang Hao standing in front of him, Cang Qianshan opened his mouth wide.

He looked at the wound left on his chest and saw the broken internal organs exposed in it... Feeling the withering of life, he looked at Wang Hao: "For... why..."

"You, damn!"

Wang Hao looked at Cang Qianshan with an expressionless face.

"At the moment you killed someone, you should have thought that one day, you will be killed!"

Cang Qianshan?

When he killed Mu Rou, he wanted to attack Wang Lin that day?

From that moment on, it was destined that Cang Qianshan would definitely die!

Is it necessary to have today's results?

"No...I'm not willing to give up! I'm so strong, why are you killed? Those people are weak, they deserve to be damned... I like them... They should be glorious... But they resist..."

A pool of blood overflowed from the corner of Cang Qianshan's mouth, and he was unwilling to accept his thoughts.
To be continued...