Soul Martial Emperor

Chapter 108 The Young Swordsman

Meng Hao ran wildly all the way, and when he encountered a soul beast, he took action to deal with it. Few soul beasts could block his pace.

I also encountered sect disciples with malicious intentions, but as long as they had thoughts about Meng Hao, they were all dealt with by Meng Hao.

"Your Excellency has been following you for so long, you should show up now," Meng Hao said with a smile as he turned to look somewhere deep in the woods.

Ever since he beheaded a sect disciple a day ago, Meng Hao felt that someone was following him, but the other party didn't have any killing intent, so he didn't bother with that person.

But the other party has been following him for a day, and he is a little uncomfortable because someone is following him secretly.

"What a sharp perception, I admire it," came a faint voice, and then a young man in black robe came out, carrying a large black knife on his back.

Meng Hao's face turned serious, because he felt a dangerous aura from the black-robed boy, and at the same time, there was a trace of familiarity.

The artistic conception of the sword, yes, the black-robed boy is not only a swordsman, but also a swordsman who has comprehended the artistic conception of the sword, and the degree of the artistic conception of the sword is not lower than his own artistic conception of the sword.

"I don't know what you want to do after you have been with me for so long?" Meng Hao asked lightly. Although the other party is not simple, he will not be afraid of him.

The young swordsman said indifferently: "My name is Leng Qingfan, someone offered 300 million crystal coins to buy your head."

Leng Qingfan, the eldest disciple of the seventh-level sect "White Deer Sect", and the No. 30 sixth master on the Land Tiger Ranking, killed a bandit group of more than 13 people by himself at the age of 100.

People gave him the nickname "Cold-Blooded Swordsman", just like the nickname, Leng Qingfan is cold-blooded, so far he doesn't have a friend.

Meng Hao knew all about the top forty masters on the previous Land Tiger List, so he naturally knew Leng Qingfan's name.

But the other party said that someone offered 300 million crystal coins to buy his head, and his life was really valuable, and Meng Hao also guessed who wanted to buy his life.

The first object of suspicion is the people of Qian Tianzong, because they have been chased and killed by their people before, the most likely. The second object of suspicion is the Beiye family, their rivals of the Meng family.

So he smiled and said: "Cold-blooded swordsman, I didn't expect you to take the shot. It seems that you are very interested in my head, but I don't know that you don't have the strength to take it away."

Meng Hao smiled evilly. Although the other party is a master ranked as high as 36 on the Land Tiger Ranking and has the strength comparable to that of a Japanese master, it is not so easy to take the head of his own.

Although it is not easy for him to defeat Leng Qingfan in time, but in a real fight, he is sure to get out of the way.

"You are qualified to let me make a move, so I will not show mercy." Leng Qingfan waved his palm lightly, and the jet black sword on his back was unsheathed in an instant, and he held it in his hand.

From the aura emanating from the jet-black sword, it can be seen that this is a good spiritual weapon, one level higher than Meng Hao's Xinglei Sword, it should be an intermediate first-grade spiritual weapon.

A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Hao's mouth. The opponent's strength is quite strong. He has never fought against such a tell, and now is a good opportunity.

So Meng Hao also took out the Xinglei Sword, facing Leng Qingfan far away, the two auras collided, destroying the mountains and forests, and the earth howling.

The Xinglei Sword in Meng Hao's hand cut across a perfect arc, slashing towards Leng Qingfan with fiery sword lights.

Fiery sword glows gathered together, forming a red long sword, which emerged in the air, and Yaoyao pointed at Leng Qingfan. This was a killer move. Facing a powerful opponent, Meng Hao used it without hesitation. Trick.

"break!"

Leng Qingfan let out a cold shout, and took a step forward with his right foot, a terrifying aura permeated the air, directly tearing Meng Hao's unique move away.

"Shadow Slash!"

Immediately afterwards, Leng Qingfan also performed his unique move, and saw Leng Qingfan stepping out with one step, and transformed into five shadows. These five shadows were exactly the same as Leng Qingfan, and they were all holding pitch-black swords.

The five shadows surrounded Meng Hao, and at the same time swung the pitch black sword in their hands and slashed towards Meng Hao, blocking all of Meng Hao's escape routes.

Meng Hao's face also became a little dignified at this time. This move is indeed very clever. He can't even retreat if he wants to. The only way out is to fight hard.

"Since there is no retreat, then I will find my own way." Meng Hao snorted coldly, his aura suddenly increased, and an unyielding aura permeated the air.

"The artistic conception of thunder, superposition!"

"The artistic conception of fire, superposition!"

Meng Hao used his self-created sword move, the second form of the Haotian Sword Art, and also used the blessing of the double artistic conception of thunder and fire, which shows how terrifying this move has reached.

The thunder dragon and the fire dragon appeared at the same time, protecting Meng Hao in the middle, one on the left and one on the right. Meng Hao's right hand was swayed, and the thunder dragon and the fire dragon were inciting their bodies, and blasted towards the figure on Meng Hao's left.

Thunder Dragon and Fire Dragon were quite fast, and in an instant they bumped into the figure on the left, and the roaring sound resounded continuously.

Puff!

Leng Qingfan's figure flashed out, spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

That's right, one of the five shadows was Leng Qingfan himself. He didn't expect Meng Hao to find it so accurately that he hit him right away, so this trick was self-defeating.

Leng Qingfan stabilized his figure, gave Meng Hao a cold look, and said softly: "I was a little careless this time, I let you catch my figure, it won't be so easy next time."

After a pause, he continued: "I'm considered a loser this time, and I won't accept other people's missions again, but I will still challenge you. I'll wait for you on Piaoyuntai."

Speaking of which, Leng Qingfan turned into a blue light and disappeared in place, and disappeared in front of Meng Hao's eyes in the blink of an eye.

Leng Qingfan also knew in his heart that it would not be so easy for him to defeat Meng Hao, let alone kill him, so there was no need to waste time here.

Although he still has the martial soul that he has not used, but here, if he uses the martial soul too much, it will be dangerous. He still understands this truth.

Not long after Leng Qingfan left, Meng Hao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Just now he forcibly merged the artistic conception of using fire and the artistic conception of thunder, which led to the appearance of sequelae.

He took out a White Jade Pill and took it to restore the injury, and then took the next Soul-Returning Pill, which restored the soul power.

After finishing all this, Meng Hao also turned around and swept into the woods, and disappeared in the same place. Now this place is no longer suitable for staying for a long time. Although Leng Qingfan was forced to leave, if he meets another person whose strength is not as good as Leng Qingfan, Meng Hao will really stay here.

(End of this chapter)