Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"The Qingfeng Sword is broken?" Yang Jian was stunned and looked incredulous. The magic weapon that had accompanied him for many years was actually broken by a slap today. How strong must the physical strength be?

The Queen Mother opened her beautiful watery eyes wide and her breathing became a little rapid. No wonder Lu Hao could have sex with her many times in one night. It turned out that he really had an amazing physique.

A scene of splashing water unconsciously emerged in the queen's mind.

Before Yang Jian on the battlefield could recover from his shock, Lu Hao had already approached him. The next moment, his fist turned golden, with the power of thunder surging on it. He punched out, and the air exploded directly, and the terrifying force hit the opponent's body heavily.

"Ah!" Yang Jian screamed in pain, his eyes bulged out, and his body bent like a shrimp in pain. His chest was collapsed by Lu Hao's fist, and a big bump appeared on his back.

Lu Hao's punch was so powerful that it almost pierced the opponent's body.

"Puff!" Yang Jian covered his chest and kept coughing up blood. The armor on his body also broke and fell to the ground. If he hadn't had this armor before, he would probably have been pierced through by a punch.

"You are only this strong, yet you still dare to speak so arrogantly in front of me!" Lu Hao took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his fist, sneered, and then threw the handkerchief away.

Everyone was shocked. In just the first round of fighting, Lu Hao beat the previously arrogant Yang Jian so hard that he vomited blood.

"Boy, I was just careless before!" Yang Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly.

"Since you are not convinced, come again!" Lu Hao walked forward step by step.

Yang Jian fought with Lu Hao for several more rounds, but he was still beaten so hard that he coughed up blood.

"This person is a powerful physical cultivator, don't engage in close combat with him!" Qing Canghai's face changed drastically when he saw this scene, and he hurriedly reminded Yang Jian.

"Yes, I am a physical cultivator!" When Lu Hao heard others say that he was a physical cultivator, he couldn't help but show a strange look on his face, and even laughed on the spot.

"You don't have to tell me, I can see it!" Yang Jian noticed that Lu Hao was good at attacking with his physical body and almost never used magic. So there was only one possible conclusion, that the opponent was not very good at magic. As long as he was far enough away and attacked with magic, he would definitely win.

Now that the opponent's weaknesses have been clearly analyzed, this battle will be much easier. Yang Jian's brain is working rapidly and he makes an accurate judgment about Lu Hao. The reason why he has been able to sweep his opponents along the way is that he often analyzes the enemy's weaknesses so that he can kill them with one blow.

"Dragon Flame Explosion!" Yang Jian retreated to a safe distance and cast a series of complicated spells. Five ghostly talismans appeared in front of him. After these ghostly talismans absorbed a large amount of spiritual power, five huge fire dragons emerged from them, rushing towards him with raging flames.

"Heavenly Stele Palm!" Lu Hao also pinched the magic spell. As one complicated magic spell after another was cast, nine huge golden palm prints appeared in the sky. Each palm print was covered with black runes, and a terrifying aura filled the air.

"Is this still the Tianbei Palm that I know? Why is the power it unleashes so strong!" Many cultivators looked up at the huge palm print floating in the air with expressions of disbelief.

The spell of Tianbei Palm is actually circulated in all major sects. It can only be said that the power of the spell is average when it is cast, so many cultivators have given up learning it. However, at this moment, this spell of average power is directly transformed in Lu Hao's hands, as if it has been sublimated to the extreme, restoring the original power of the spell.

Lu Hao had no other choice. Among the spells he mastered, the Nine Levels of Thunder and the Four Swords of Heaven were the most powerful. However, these two spells were extremely well-known in the South Region. Even if he used his first-generation talent to hide them, they might still be exposed. After all, there were too many people coming today.

At this moment on the battlefield, Lu Haotian's palm strike and five fire dragons emitting raging flames collided fiercely amid countless shocked gazes.

"Boom!" At the moment of the collision, a terrifying spiritual power storm swept across the sky, and countless flames flew out like raindrops.

The five fire dragons tried desperately to resist the nine golden palm prints, but they only resisted for a moment before the golden palm prints directly blew the fire dragons apart. Yang Jian below was shocked and vomited blood, and flew backwards.

"You beast, I didn't expect you to be such a powerful magic practitioner!" Qing Canghai's face looked very ugly. Generally speaking, if a normal cultivator spends a lot of time training his physique, his magic skills will inevitably be weak, but Lu Hao is obviously beyond the normal range.

"Puff!" Yang Jian spat out a large mouthful of blood again at this moment. He knew that he had encountered an unprecedented powerful enemy.

"A worthless waste!" Lu Hao said lightly. Although this remark was not very destructive, it was extremely insulting. After all, it was Yang Jian who had been calling the people on their side waste.

Hearing Lu Hao's strong words, everyone in the Qingchuan Empire looked grim, as if they had eaten a dead rat. On the other hand, the morale of the Haoyue Empire increased greatly, sweeping away the previous decadence.

"Meng De, Meng De, let's enhance our national prestige!" At this time, no one knew who took the lead, but the soldiers of the Haoyue Empire shouted wildly, the sound waves were overwhelming, one wave higher than the other, reaching the sky.

The next moment, something happened that shocked everyone. Lu Hao chased Yang Jian like a chicken and beat him up.

"Bang!" Lu Hao slapped out another golden palm print. Yang Jian was unable to dodge and was hit on the back. He felt as if his whole body was falling apart and he kept coughing up blood.

"Let me see how fast you can run!" Seeing Yang Jian running around the battlefield again, Lu Hao immediately used his supernatural power to catch up with him.

"Lion King Fist!" Yang Jian finally found a weakness of Lu Hao. The magic power in his fist surged and condensed into a ferocious lion head, which he blasted out directly and violently.

"I told you not to resist!" Lu Hao jumped up, his golden fist gathering power in mid-air, and then struck out heavily with dazzling thunder.

"Bang!" The two fists collided heavily, and an energy shock wave spread out from the center of the collision. Lu Hao did not move at all, while Yang Jian let out a shrill scream. His arm was deformed and twisted, and then the entire arm bone exploded.

"Puff!" Lu Hao kicked Yang Jian in the chest, grabbed his arm with his other hand, and then pulled hard, tearing the opponent's arm off.

"Ah!" Yang Jian flew backwards in pain, blood spilling in the air, extremely sad and beautiful.

"This is impossible, Yang Jian can't be so weak!" Lu Tao screamed wildly with an unbelievable look on his face, totally unable to accept the reality. He had fought with the opponent for a long time before he was finally defeated.

But after Lu Hao came on the court, he completely and one-sidedly defeated Yang Jian.

"It's not that Yang Jian is too weak, but that Meng De is too strong!" The old man who had previously stopped Lu Hao from killing him couldn't help but sigh.

Princess Qingxian, standing aside, stared blankly at the young man in black with her beautiful eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

"Meng De, you are so cute!" The queen bit her bright red lips with her pearly teeth and murmured to herself.

She recalled the night when she kept asking Lu Hao for what he wanted under the moonlight.