Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 792

[Chapter 792 Announcing My Return]

Wang Juefeng was shocked, and his face showed ecstasy.

During the battle, Zhang Fan’s expression changed drastically. He, who had been silent all the time, burst into his eyes with astonishing brilliance. He slammed back Daoyuan with a backhanded knife, and his figure fell to the ground.

Daoyuan was going to chase, but in an instant, a lightning-like gaze fell on him. The instinctive sense of danger made him feel that his skin was aching like being stabbed by a steel needle. An unprecedented sense of danger made him the first Back in time.

Pulling away a safe distance, Daoyuan looked at the owner of that gaze with a startled expression.

There are more than a dozen figures in the field. In addition to the two little boys, there are also eight young Wen Jianzong disciples. The strength is not worth mentioning in Daoyuan’s eyes. His eyes fell on the first time. on the handsome young man in a blue shirt.

The sense of danger that was like death just now came from this young man.

“Who are you?”

Daoyuan asked with a frown.

Someone answered——Wang Juefeng hahaha, like crazy laughter, already echoed in the wind and snow: “Hahaha, fuck, you stinky brat is finally back, if you don’t come back, Your daughter will be making soy sauce…”

There was a wry smile on Ding Hao’s face, and he turned around and said, “Senior brother, can you be a little bit like a sect elder? The image of a senior I finally created has been destroyed by your words.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Fan with a face of ecstasy. Ding Hao came to him, raised his hand and beat Zhang Fan with a smile on his face.

“Senior Brother Ding!” The current number one expert of Swordsman Sect scratched the back of his head habitually.

At this moment, he still seemed to be that shy and shy hunter boy.

Some of the experts in the Sword Sect who responded, burst into cheers.

Hundreds of experts from the Sword-Washing Pond, most of them are old men of the sect. They were in the Sword-Waiting three years ago. After experiencing the period of Ding Hao’s rise, naturally they have seen Ding Hao, no need for anyone else. Besides, he recognized Ding Hao’s identity.

Three years are neither long nor short.

In the three years since Ding Hao disappeared, the legend about him has never ceased to ask Jianzong Mountain Gate, and people are constantly guessing when this peerless genius of the Zongmen will return.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Jianzong encountered difficulties, he finally fell from the sky.

Isn’t this Ding Hao’s style?

Every time when the sect needed him the most, he would always come down from the sky to turn the tide.

The demon emperor Daoyuan quickly calmed down.

Although this young man in green shirt appeared in front of him, he felt an unbelievably dangerous aura, but when he looked carefully, he found that he was just a little guy in the peak martial king realm.

Such a profound energy cultivation base is not worth mentioning at all in front of the Demon Emperor.

And Ding Hao’s lifelong brother Wang Juefeng made Daoyuan completely relieved.

As a senior brother, Wang Juefeng is only a low-quality Martial Emperor, so his junior brother will not be a strong one, right? As for the dangerous feeling at that moment, maybe it was just an illusion?

“Here comes another one to die, the reminiscence is over, then let’s hit the road!”

Daoyuan smiled coldly.

“Okay, since you’re in such a hurry, I’ll take you on your way first.” Ding Hao turned his head and glanced at the demon emperor, nodded, and approached him step by step.

“Senior Brother Ding, be careful.” Zhang Fan reminded.

“Boy, this is a demon emperor. If you’re not sure, don’t be stubborn.” Wang Juefeng also reminded him that although he didn’t know what Ding Hao had experienced in the past three years, the existence of the demon emperor realm is enough for anyone Treat with care.

“Don’t worry, when have I done something I’m not sure about.” Ding Hao said.

A trace of anger rose in Daoyuan’s heart, and his demonic power was condensed: “I don’t know what is dead or alive, when you ask the female head of Sword Sect’s [Jade Face Shura], when she is crying and panting under His Royal Highness Lan, you will know, what is it? Pain and regret.”

When Ding Hao heard the words, his whole body was boiling with killing intent.

Damn it!

Ding Hao’s anger is very rare, but the dragon has reverse scales and is extremely angry.

Li Lan is already Ding Hao’s woman, and this Daoyuan speaks again and again, it’s really damn good.

“On the road!”

Ding Hao backhanded it, and the magic knife appeared in his hand. In the next instant, his entire body flashed and disappeared.

At the same moment, Daoyuan’s eyelids jumped wildly.

The kind of dangerous warning signs that had appeared once before resurfaced in his mind irresistibly, even more intensely, and Ding Hao had already disappeared from his sight.

“not good!”

He instantly understood that the youth in the green shirt who suddenly appeared was definitely an extremely dangerous existence.

The instinct of a strong person in the realm of Emperor Wu made him choose to retreat for the first time.

But the next moment, Daoyuan’s one-eyed, saw a familiar figure appearing more than 20 meters away, dressed in white, surrounded by a billowing demon that was exactly the same as himself, powerful and majestic.

“Who is that person?”

This thought flashed in Daoyuan’s mind for a moment, and he suddenly saw the familiar figure, which had only a torso but no head, and blood shot out from the neck fracture like a fountain.

The next moment he suddenly realized something.

Uncontrollable fear and panic, like a tide drowned him.

That is his body.

That familiar figure was himself.

But he actually saw his body because…

“I…was beheaded?”

Daoyuan’s mind was blank.

“A small and low-quality demon emperor dares to come to me and ask Jianzong to commit murder. I really don’t know whether to live or die.” Ding Hao held the blood-stained magic knife in his right hand, the snow-white silver hair in his left, and Daoyuan’s head, as if A demon god stood on the spot.

The two surrounding powerhouses stared blankly at this scene.

In their view, this fact is too bizarre——

Ding Hao called out the magic knife, and his figure just flickered, and he appeared beside him. With a backhand knife, Daoyuan, the demon emperor, was easily taken off his head, and the next moment, he seemed to react. It was a sudden retreat, but unfortunately it was just a body without a head…

This process is obviously not very fast in the eyes of others, but why is it as powerful as Daoyuan, but it has not avoided this blow.

The powerful monsters all stayed where they were, stunned in their hearts.

Could it be that this young man in green shirt could not do any magic trick?

On the human flesh chair made up of nineteen beautiful women, Lan’s face also showed a look of surprise.

It was the first time he saw this kind of battle. The broken knife in Ding Hao’s hand gave him a very strange feeling. If he guessed correctly, the key to the knife just now was no longer the strength of the young man in the green shirt. Is in the broken knife.

the other side.

Wang Juefeng smacked his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn’t say a word.

This is a real demon emperor. It is a character that can walk sideways in the entire Selangor. For nearly ten thousand years, the Selangor people have not had an emperor-level character. Good you Ding Hao, it is like slaughtering a small child. Like a chicken, he slaughtered a demon emperor. Could it be that the existence of the emperor is already a cabbage on the side of the road? Who can pull one if they want?

After Zhang Fan was briefly surprised, a natural expression appeared on his face.

In the eyes of this extreme admirer of Ding Hao, perhaps no matter what shocking things Ding Hao does, it is a matter of course?

As for the other disciples of the Sword Sect, they were already cheering wildly.

Chill out!

Cool!

What about the demon emperor? Provoked me to ask Jianzong, and provoked Master Ding Hao’s uncle, isn’t it still self-defeating?

“Hey, this uncle seems to be your father.” Ren Woxing quietly poked Ding Tianshuang with a dull face with his finger.

“Your uncle.” Ding Tianshuang waited for him.

“Hey? Speak well, I’m talking to you about business, why are you scolding people?” The little fat man let me walk aggrievedly.

Ding Tianshuang said solemnly: “Who scolded people? If he is really my father, he is the same sect disciple as your father. My father was the first person in that generation. According to the generation, don’t you have to slap him? uncle?”

The little fat man was speechless.

After a pause, Ren Woxing said with a look of admiration: “Speaking of which, your father is very powerful, and Uncle Zhang Fan seems to be inferior to him.”

“Of course, you don’t care who’s father.” Ding Tianshuang’s small face carved with pink and jade was full of pride, and at the end he was reserved and authentic: “But I have to test him again, if he can’t beat that If the demon clan’s little white face named She Molan, I have to reconsider whether to recognize his father.”

The little fat man let me go, but his eyes were full of light: “Haha, I finally met a real master. Compared with your father, everyone else is weak, haha, I must let him be my master when I go back.”

“If my father accepts an apprentice, it will be me first, and you will be second.” Ding Tianshuang said proudly.

Ding Hao grabbed Daoyuan’s head and wiped off the blood on the blade with his silver hair.

The power of the flame was slightly activated, and the magic knife hummed like a hungry beast. A strange force was released, which immediately completely absorbed the essence energy in the head of this demon emperor. The blood-colored flames shot out, covering the headless corpse of Daoyuan in the distance, and the power of the demon emperor was also absorbed in an instant.

Daoyuan completely fell.

The master of the Heavenly Demon Temple ended his long life in martial arts with an ending that even he himself did not expect.

Feeling the pure power of feedback coming from the hilt of the magic knife, Ding Hao’s eyes locked on Lan in the distance.

After the initial shock, Lan’s face had another signature smile, and he said condescendingly: “You are that old Selangor Martial Arts Legend [Knife Crazy Sword Idiot] Ding Hao? I heard your name…”

However, Ding Hao simply ignored this young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace who felt good about himself.

His gaze only stayed on Lan’s body for a moment, and then swept across the camp of thousands of demon clan powerhouses. He instantly understood and judged the opponent’s strength, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger.

“I haven’t been back to Selangor for three years. What kind of cats and dogs dare to hit me at the door of Jianzong.” Ding Hao held a long knife and forced him to the demon camp one by one. and bones, to announce my return.”