Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 140

[Chapter 140 I Believe You Can Win]

Moreover, they are also bloodline warrior disciples, they are very clear that Xie Jieyu not only has a peerless appearance, but also has unparalleled potential. It is said to be an extremely rare [Xianhuang Divine Body], a genius among geniuses, if we can work together Double cultivation has infinite magical effects.

But now, is such a divine flower going to be picked by a lowly named disciple?

It’s really unreasonable!

“Boy, you are a waste, a coward, a coward, you named disciples, you are a bunch of useless waste, waste wood, waste! It is our stepping stone, one day, you will kneel at my feet and beg for mercy… “Yuan Tiangang was angry and roared angrily.

Ding Hao suddenly stopped.

He turned around slowly and looked at Yuan Tiangang, who was like a mad beast. His eyes were like a knife, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved: “You said that the named disciples are all useless waste?”

Seeing that Yuan Tiangang finally angered his opponent, he laughed and said: “Yes, waste, you are a group of poor stepping stones, useless waste!”

“Really?” A smile appeared on Ding Hao’s face, “Then let you see the strength of the named disciple.”

The voice did not fall.

Ding Hao’s figure flashed and turned into a wisp of blue smoke, like a dream, and he came to Yuan Tiangang’s body in an instant, and his pale jade-like palm was lightly printed out.

“Looking for death!” Yuan Tiangang shouted, his arm pulled out a string of phantoms in the air, and instantly pulled out two machetes, the golden bell rang abruptly, disturbing his heart and soul.

He wants to use the sword technique that he is most proud of.

However, all of a sudden, his arms froze, and the two knives seemed to have fallen into a swamp. They slowed down and no longer had the smooth feeling that they usually displayed. Yuan Tiangang was stunned, and was surprised to find that he didn’t know anything. The opponent’s fluttering palm has been printed on the center point of the cross of the two knives.

“Go away!” Ding Hao’s exclamation sounded in everyone’s ears.

The next moment, I saw his wrist shake.

Yuan Tiangang’s complexion suddenly changed wildly, and he only felt that a force of Pei Ran Mo Yu was attacking, and the whole figure flew out against the ground like a sack hit by a siege hammer.

Boom!

Yuan Tiangang slammed into the fence of the square in the distance, breaking four or five jade railings, and fell to the ground with a pale face. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. .

The black mole boy Wang Yong and others undoubtedly opened their mouths wide and almost tore their forks.

How can it be?

The third genius among the disciples of the bloodline warriors, is regarded as the leader of the Sword Sect in the future. Yuan Tiangang, who is loved by thousands of teachers, was actually destroyed by a small named disciple with a single palm of his hand. generally defeated?

Is this… a joke?

A few teenagers rubbed their eyes in disbelief, only to feel as if they had been slapped hard by something.

Yuan Tiangang’s face turned ashen.

He did not expect that he would be defeated so simply. The opponent completely crushed him with his tyrannical strength, without any opportunistic tricks. This was a display of naked strength!

How could a named disciple be so powerful?

It turned out that the opposition did not compete with himself and others at first, not because of fear, but because of disdain!

Such a violent blow made every bloodline disciple almost unable to lift his head.

Only Xie Jieyu was wearing red light armor, like a Valkyrie descending into the mortal world, with an expression on her face that she knew would be like this. From the beginning, she never doubted Ding Hao’s strength, and did not really have a relationship with him. Ding Hao will not understand what kind of power is contained in Ding Hao’s body.

Ding Hao’s gaze swept across the faces of the teenagers, swept away all their arrogance, and no one even dared to look up and look at Ding Hao.

“The so-called bloodline disciples are nothing more than that. Now, do you know the strength of the named disciples?”

Ding Hao basked in the sun slightly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

But at this moment, in the distance, the only purple-haired boy who has been sitting quietly on a 20-meter-high stone statue without any movement since Ding Hao appeared, opened his eyes and moved towards Ding Hao. The back of , glanced at a distance.

In the distance, Ding Hao immediately felt something.

Turning to look, the eyes of the two collided in mid-air, rubbing a series of invisible sparks.

“This person is a formidable enemy.” Ding Hao was slightly surprised.

The purple-haired boy was different from other bloodline disciples. His aura was extremely calm, without the slightest anxiety and superficiality.

Ding Hao saw a strong fighting intent in the eyes of the other party.

But soon, the purple-haired boy closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and his breath became quiet again.

Ding Hao also turned to leave.

Intuition told Ding Hao that sooner or later there would be a battle between himself and this person.

With the guidance of Xie Jieyu, Ding Hao, a small road idiot, finally walked out of the seventh step area of the cloud steaming fog cover, and went all the way to the registered disciple activity area of the third step area very smoothly.

“Okay, let’s stop here, thank you today.” Ding Hao smiled.

“I’m very happy to see you.” Xie Jieyu said gracefully, “I’m dying of boredom with those intriguing guys every day.”

“This is the drawback of the sect.” Ding Hao shook his head and sighed: “They are all spoiled children. After all, they are still too young. The spoiling of their elders has made them lose their sense of normalcy. From this it seems that , born with the blood constitution of the gods, it is not necessarily a good thing.”

“You are so old-fashioned, as if you are old, but there is one person you must pay attention to. He is not simple.”

“Are you talking about the purple-haired boy sitting on the statue?” Ding Hao nodded: “Well, he is indeed different. Among the twenty bloodline disciples, apart from you, that guy is also a man I want to see. An incomprehensible person, but, hehe,” said this, Ding Hao smiled indifferently: “Even Mu Tianyang can afford me, so do you still worry about others?”

“That’s true.” Xie Jieyu rolled his eyes at Ding Hao and said calmly: “This matter has already begun to spread, and I believe that everyone will know about it soon. It’s as simple as that, but now it’s undercurrent, I’m afraid some people will be against you secretly, you should be more careful at ordinary times.”

Ding Hao nodded. He didn’t think about it. He deliberately laughed and said, “Why, speaking of the appointment three years later, you don’t seem to be worried about me at all.”

Xie Jieyu looked at Ding Hao, with a bright smile on his face, and said firmly: “That’s because I firmly believe that the person who wins in the end must be you, not Mu Tianyang.”