Destined Martial God Chapter 1034: Overbearing (one more)

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You Niu Mountain, the top!

"Ah...!"

A tragic howl of pain suddenly attracted the attention of everyone at the summit.

"Who is this person, why have I never seen it before?" A middle-aged martial artist in the early stage of the first rank of martial arts muttered to himself with a slightly raised brow.

"He is not old, strong, and ruthless enough to start. It seems that he is either an elite disciple of a first-class sect or a core child of the inheritance family." Another white beard elder at the pinnacle of Wusheng Ninth Stage praised the speculation. The origin of Yu Haoran.

"I'm young, and the shot is so vicious, I know at a glance that it's not something." Another young man who looked at Yu Haoran displeased, mockingly with a look of disdain.

"Are you guys stupid, don't hurry up and help me."

After his fist was crushed, Yu Haoran also let go of his palm.

And the sturdy man of Wuhuang Seventh Stage who stepped back a few steps in succession shouted at several accomplices while taking healing pills.

Without using any vitality and soul power, only a strong physical body can directly block the iron fist and crush the attack of his companions. This shows that the young man in front of him is definitely a martial sage. Powerful level.

So, facing the roar of Wuhuang's seventh-grade companions, none of his companions dared to come forward to help.

Moreover, under the indifferent gaze of Haoran, they obediently stepped aside, a gesture of submission.

"You are still not men after all!" Seeing that several of his companions succumbed to Haoran's domineering aggressiveness, Wuhuang Seventh-Rank Zhuanghan suddenly rebuked.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better shut up immediately." Yu Haoran threatened with a frosty voice when he stepped toward the sword tower and approached the martial emperor seventh-rank brawny who was still cursing.

"Boy, if you have the courage, you will kill me directly, otherwise, you will be...!"

Facing the threat of Haoran's ice-like frost, the Martial Emperor's seventh-grade brawny still continued to threaten life and death.

But he hasn't finished his threatening words, a strong force directly penetrated his heart.

"You, you dare to do something to me." Looking at the pierced heart, the brawny man of the seventh rank of Martial Emperor who could not die for a while, said in disbelief.

Although it is said that after a martial artist breaks through the realm of Wuzong and condenses his soul, he can be destroyed and the soul is immortal, but few warriors can survive after the soul leaves the body.

This is because the opponent will not give the spirit a chance to survive and come back, and there is also a reason why the spirit quickly dies after losing the energy provided by the body.

"Boy, my elder brother's violent black evil will never let you go."

It was the moment when the spirit of God was about to perish, and the martial emperor's seventh-ranked brawny left behind and everyone on the scene couldn't help but change their faces.

In response, Yu Haoran continued to walk towards the sword tower unchanged expression.

Perhaps it was because of the powerful physical body that was exposed just now, or it was because of his fearless domineering that made all the martial emperor masters who stood in front of him automatically get out of the way.

However, when he walked in front of a handsome and outstanding young man who was about 30 years old, he put his hands on his shoulders and looked at Yu Haoran with a sneer, with no intention of giving way.

"Go!" Looking at the temperamental youth indifferently, Yu Haoran still shouted frosty.

"Oh!"

Faced with Haoran's frosty shouts, the temperament youth suddenly yelled and asked with a gloomy face.

"Boy, do you know who this boy is?"

"Three counts!" Ignoring the other party's question, Yu Haoran indifferently gave the time limit that he could endure.

"This son is from the Wu family from the Qilian Mountains in the Central Region." The temperament young man introduced himself proudly.

After hearing the origins of the temperament youth, shocked discussions were heard on the scene.

Some warriors who were born in the Southern Territory, or were too far away from the Qilian Mountains, didn't know what the Wu family behind the temperament youth represented, and hurriedly interrogated some warriors who knew the situation.

"The Wu family, inherited for more than 100,000 years, is not only strong in the family, but also in the ancestors, there have been three peerless powers who have appeared in the realm of martial arts. They are the true overlords of the Qilian Mountains." A person who knows Wu very well. The Wu Sheng powerhouse of the clan introduced with shocked expression.

Also heard other people's introductions to the Wu family, and the shocked look of everyone around, the temperament youth showed a smug smile on his face.

"Three seconds have passed, you can go to death!"

But what surprised the temperament youth, or what made him angry, was Yu Haoran's contempt for the Wu family, and Yu Haoran's arrogance.

"The arrogant and ignorant kid, this son will send you on the road first."

The temperament young man who took out his life sword instantly yelled, and the sword pierced Yu Haoran's eyebrows directly.

In the early stage of Wu Sheng's first-grade cultivation, the natal sword weapon of Wu Huang's top grade, seeing the means displayed by the temperament youth, Yu Haoran secretly aroused the power of the ancestral witch's body, and at the same time, the lightning-fast fingers directly clamped the sword. .

At this time, the tip of the natal sword was only less than one centimeter from the center of his brow.

"What a formidable body!" Watching the temperament youth mobilize the vitality and soul power to drive the natal sword, but the natal sword did not move, everyone on the scene couldn't help sighing.

"Let me go!"

Looking at the temperament young man desperately driving his natal sword, while Yu Haoran shouted violently, the **** holding the tip of the sword suddenly turned hard, a strong shock force forced the temperament young man to let go of the natal sword Device.

I glanced at the high-quality swords of the Emperor Realm that were of average quality but suitable for improving the quality of the Ruyi Bell, and Yu Haoran directly put the natal swords in his storage ring.

"Boy, quickly hand over my son's natal sword!" The natal sword that was isolated and connected by the storage space made the temperamental youth yelled in anger.

In this regard, Yu Haoran's reply is simple, that is, the fist that blends into the law of fast, before the other party can react in the future, is directly blasted to his head.

Using Yuanli Zhenfei's blood and brains, Yu Haoran continued to walk towards the sword tower.

With the power of the flesh, it can not only clamp the top-grade magical weapons in the emperor realm, but also directly kill the powerhouses of the first-grade Wusheng. The domineering and strength that Yu Haoran showed when he killed the temperament youth just now directly let All the powerhouses who stood below the peak of Martial Saint's seventh rank in front, all gave way in the first time.

Looking at the middle-aged strong man with a slightly feminine temperament in front of his cultivation base reaching the eighth rank of Martial Saint, although Yu Haoran didn't say a word, the indifference in his eyes made the feminine middle-aged strong face. A hint of hesitation flashed on.

Finally, the feminine middle-aged strong man sighed softly, and then took the initiative to clear the way.

However, standing behind the feminine middle-aged strong man, a thin old man in Tsing Yi who had reached the peak of the Ninth Grade Martial Saint, looked at Yu Haoran with disdain.