Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Chapter 727 Fear Lu Hao had an indifferent expression. He suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed the sword that Lei Kun was slashing at him. Then he exerted a little force with his palm, and the sword actually broke into pieces and fell to the ground with a clang.

How powerful and terrifying he is! The magic weapon is simply vulnerable in his hands.

Everyone almost dropped their jaws when they saw this horrifying scene, and then ran away frantically. Some people were even afraid of running too slowly, so they burned their own blood and essence. These blood and essence turned into blazing flames that wrapped around their bodies, and their speed continued to soar.

Some monks took out life-saving talismans from their storage bags. They gritted their teeth and stuck the rare talismans on themselves, muttering something. The talismans flashed and wrapped up their bodies, disappearing on the spot, leaving only faint ripples in space.

"Run away, that jerk is going to be invincible!" A young man ran for his life with a terrified face, his voice becoming shrill with fear.

Upon hearing this, some monks who were rushing to kill Lu Hao saw a large number of monks fleeing in front of them. They did not dare to stay and fled towards the exit, fearing that they would be caught up by the demon if they were a step late.

"Puff!" Just when everyone thought that Lu Hao would chase them, he spat out a large mouthful of black blood, and his body fell to the ground, coughing up blood continuously, with a look of pain on his face.

"Lu Hao, how are you?" The little princess was so scared that her face turned pale, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, and her voice was crying. She was originally full of joy thinking that Lu Hao had recovered, but she didn't expect that his injury had worsened and even the Qilin blood could not heal it.

"Everyone come back quickly, this kid is just bluffing. His internal injuries have fully erupted and his life is already in jeopardy!" Zhao Kun had been observing Lu Hao. Seeing him fall and coughing up blood, he immediately shouted excitedly.

Upon hearing this, many monks who were about to escape turned back as quickly as possible. After all, the temptation of the Fire Kirin was too great.

This back and forth was extremely exhausting for these monks, and some of the rare life-saving talismans were used up completely.

"You're done, you little bastard!" Zhao Kun laughed wildly when he saw Lu Hao, who was extremely weak.

Lu Hao struggled to get up using his hands and feet several times, but failed. His body kept twitching, and finally the little princess helped him up.

He seemed unable to stand steadily, gasping for breath, with black blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his face full of pain.

At this time, some monks were still turning back. They tried every possible means to increase their flying speed, fearing that they would be late and miss the chance to divide the Fire Kirin and seek revenge on Lu Hao.

"Wang Quan, go chop off that brat's head." Zhao Kun ordered a middle-aged man in the Nascent Soul stage next to him, his eyes full of cruelty.

"This..." Wang Quan hesitated a little. After all, Lu Hao's strength was obvious to all, and he was still a little afraid.

"Believe me, I'm not wrong. That kid is already exhausted and can't stand a single blow." Zhao Kun noticed Wang Quan's hesitation and immediately spoke to comfort him.

Hearing this, Wang Quan plucked up his courage and walked forward step by step. He was still very cautious. He put up a shield to protect himself and at the same time drew out a long sword and chopped at Lu Hao's head. The long sword broke through the air and pressed the air so hard that it made a whistling sound.

Just as the long sword was about to touch the neck, Lu Hao suddenly attacked. Brilliant thunder burst out from his golden fist, and the light was like a small sun burning. He hit Wang Quan hard, and he was pierced through with his protective shield. Blood mixed with broken internal organs flowed all over the ground, dyeing the ground red.

"Zhao Kun, fuck your mother. This is what you mean when you say the other party is vulnerable. I'm afraid you're talking about me being vulnerable." A lot of blood gushed out of Wang Quan's mouth, his whole body twitched, and he finally died here unwillingly.

"Even if it's not vulnerable, it's at the end of its strength!" Zhao Kun looked at him with cold eyes and did not think that his judgment was wrong.

When Lu Hao saw that all the enemies had arrived, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was gradually widening.

"Boy, why are you laughing when you are about to die? I have completely seen through your weak nature!" Zhao Kun sneered.

"I'm laughing at you guys because you're so stupid!" Lu Hao couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. It was a rare opportunity for him to gather all these enemies together, and this time it was just right to kill them all together.

"I clearly saw you vomiting blood just now, and you couldn't even stand steadily!" Zhao Kun said in surprise.

"The vomiting of blood just now was just because I absorbed too much Qilin blood and spit out some waste blood. As for falling down, that was of course fake. If I didn't pretend, how could I catch all of you trash in one fell swoop!" Lu Hao laughed heartily.

"You are so despicable!" Zhao Kun couldn't help but say in grief and anger when he saw Lu Hao's upright posture and increasingly powerful aura.

Lu Hao’s lies are indeed not to be believed. At best, he will limp, and at worst, he will die without a burial place.

All the monks cursed inwardly at the despicableness, and then set out on the road to escape. However, this time they were obviously not as fast as last time. Most of them had burned their essence and blood, and had used up their only talisman.

The reason why Lu Hao let these people fight back and forth was to catch them all in one fell swoop.

"It's time to end!" Lu Hao's lips were filled with a bright smile. His body quickly rose into the air, looking down at the fleeing monks below like a god.

"Ninth Level of Thunder!" Lu Hao actually formed a seal with one hand and performed thunder magic, and formed a seal with the other hand as well, performing the Sumeru Palm.

"The first generation's talent is too abnormal. He can actually perform two sacred arts at the same time, and form seals with one hand!" Countless people looked at the young man in the Kongtong Mirror and groaned weakly.

The cultivators all make seals with their hands because when they cast spells in this way, their spiritual power will be more stable and will not riot. Moreover, they can only concentrate on casting one large spell at a time. Only after the spell is completed can they continue to cast other spells. Lu Hao directly broke this rule.

The originally azure sky was suddenly stirred by an invisible giant hand. In an instant, dark clouds gathered madly, covering the sky as if the eternal night had descended. The sound of thunder surged in the clouds, as if a thunder beast was resurrected, and endless lightning continued to rush in the clouds.

The entire world was pitch black, with only the surging lightning flashing continuously. Everyone felt a sense of oppression.

"Thunder punishment from heaven!" Lu Hao uttered a few words indifferently. The thunder that rolled in the dark clouds continued to fall. Suddenly, a large number of cultivators were struck and their bodies were charred. The shrill screams were endless.

At the same time, the Sumeru Palm also appeared, and huge golden palm prints fell from the sky. A large number of cultivators were directly beaten to the point of blood and flesh flying everywhere, which was a horrible sight.

"Why is this guy so strong!" Huo Huangxue couldn't help but mutter.

"Because he has broken through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!" The previous Fire Emperor narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't you want to kill me?" Lu Hao looked at everyone struggling. He smiled slightly and clenched his hand, and a bloodthirsty magic sword appeared.

"The Four Swords of Heaven, the first, second, third, and fourth styles!" Lu Hao roared, and instantly dozens of sword energies shot up into the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air instantly boiled.

Lu Hao is actually very cruel in his heart. He wants to strangle all his enemies here.