Chapter 443 Escape, I'm on

Hand over the blood of the phoenix, but the security guard was safe. Zhao Haoran smiled, "Help me kill the two turtles first. The blood of the phoenix is naturally yours."

The two people of the turtle clan looked pale, "Jianzong, don't be deceived by him. It's not too late to kill this son first, and then discuss the matter."

Long-armed Jianzong is not a stupid person. There is no need to remind him at all. How can he accept Zhao Haoran's proposal?

"I'll give you one last chance." Jianzong with long arms stared at Zhao Haoran, with sharp eyes that seemed to penetrate people's hearts. Zhao Haoran raised his head and looked at his hot eyes without fear.

"You are not qualified to kill me."

The long-armed Jianzong laughed and said, "Young man, arrogance can't bring you victory. What can you do if you are physically strong? Who will be stupid enough to fight with you?"

In one sentence, Zhao Haoran's face was a little ugly. He defeated Elder Zhao and killed the unknown extraterritorial soul, all relied on a strong body, but the same means could not succeed every time. The long-armed sword sect undoubtedly poked his dead hole.

The two people of the turtle family nodded. From their perspective, the physical strength of this person was simply incredible.

The turtle is originally good at defense, and its cultivation of soul refining into beads is even stronger, but it still seems to be not enough compared with Zhao Haoran.

Since they couldn't discuss each other, the long-armed Jianzong did not have the patience to talk down. The tentative attack made him understand that Zhao Haoran was definitely not so easy to kill. He took a step forward and the fierce sword spirit gushed out crazily.

This is the strong man who refines souls into beads. Zhao Haoran praised in his heart. Unlike Elder Zhao, the long-armed sword saint has broken through the cultivation of refining souls into beads for thousands of years. His understanding is much stronger than that of Elder Zhao. Even the power of ordinary rules can turn decay into magic.

Proficient in kendo, with the sense of sword cultivation to the cultivation of soul into beads, the art of attack and killing should be extremely amazing.

Coupled with two strong sea turtles and several coveted soul refining and beaded strong men, Zhao Haoran is really doomed to escape.

The sharp air machine of the long-armed Jianzong scratched his body for a burst of pain. This person was really terrible. Before he took action, his sword was already everywhere. Even if his body was strong, he was not sure to resist it.

Sword spirit, invisible things, can penetrate the body, directly attack the three souls and seven souls, and even smash the martial soul. Zhao Haoran did not dare to try rashly.

"Jianzong, the three of us will work together to kill this son without giving him any chance."

"Good!" The Long-armed Sword Sect is not pedantic. Zhao Haoran's body is very difficult to deal with. It is the right thing to kill him as soon as possible and divide up the blood of the phoenix.

Zhao Haoran knew that he had guessed this scene, but there was nothing he could do.

"Amitabha!"

The long Buddha number came out of his mouth, and the eighteen relics rotated. Two Buddha statues appeared at the same time. Zhao Haoran observed it for a long time, and only these two were very useful.

The two turtle clan took action separately. Tens of thousands of huge waves suddenly appeared. When a wave came, the magnificent Buddha statue began to crumble, but for a long time it turned into a virtual shadow and disappeared. Zhao Haoran's face was a little ugly. The cultivation of refining the soul into beads was indeed not so easy to fight.

"Go!" The long-armed sword saint shouted loudly, and a simple three-foot sword flew over.

Zhao Haoran suddenly became nervous, and the three souls and seven souls began to tremble. This was an uncontrollable strong emotion. The sword in front of him seemed ordinary, but it brought him a fatal feeling.

The right arm of the god and demon once again showed its strength. Except for him, Zhao Haoran could never think of anything else to resist this long sword.

After the handover of the short soldiers, the long sword buzzed, resisting the right arm of the gods and demons, and there is a tendency to move forward. The unfavorable right arm of the gods and demons has now met a nemesis. The long-armed sword of the Long-armed Sword Sect contains the understanding of Kendo of the Long-armed Sword Sect for tens of thousands of years, which is incomparable to Zhao Haoran.

"The ancient gods and demons are really powerful!" The long-armed Jianzong praised, pushing with both hands, and a long sword flew in.

Its trajectory is elusive, but its speed is amazing.

Zhao Haoran urged the magic power, "Break it!"

The right arm of the god and demon sensed his will. Under a sword, how could he admit defeat? That was not a powerful ancient god and demon.

The power of heaven and earth reappears. At this moment, Zhao Haoran really sensed the power of ancient gods and demons. What kind of vastness it is? There are no words to describe it. In front of its power, Zhao Haoran only feels that he is like a drop in the sea, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Just stayed for a moment, and everything returned as usual, but for Zhao Haoran, it seemed to have passed millions of years.

The right arm of the god and demon smashed the long sword in an instant, and the scattered sword spirit hit the earth with thousands of holes.

Zhao Haoran's body collapsed in an instant. How much strength was needed to open up the world? With his cultivation, he could not bear it at all. Even relying on the right arm of gods and demons, he only barely supported it.

Long-armed Jianzong saw Zhao Haoran's current state at a glance and sneered, "What about the ancient gods and demons, I can kill you the next moment."

The yellow-haired soul opened his mouth and didn't say a good word, "Playing with knives, there is a kind of waiting for my brother's breakthrough in cultivation. You are full of holes all over your body. Let's see if you still have the strength to play with knives."

The long-armed Jianzong's eyelids don't blink. The old monster who has been practicing for ten thousand years is so tough. How can he be disturbed by a few boring words? The words of those who don't have yellow hair sound really uncomfortable.

"Let's do it together. Whoever grabs it will be. Although the long-armed sword sect is strong, it is not the opponent of so many of us. Does the blood of Phoenix give up like this?" Wan Changlong really couldn't help it. So many people flinched and didn't know what they were waiting for. That's the blood of the phoenix. Who can resist it**.

The long-armed Jianzong secretly shouted that it was not good. If he could successfully kill Zhao Haoran, the blood of the phoenix must belong to himself. As for the old bastard of the turtle clan, let them eat ashes, but as soon as the situation changed, it was completely different.

All the people came for the cultivation of refining souls into beads, and the long-armed Jianzong could not control the scene.

Several figures soared, and the targets were Zhao Haoran. These people no longer want to continue to wait. Only those held in their hands are the most reassuring.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. The magic power of the rules flew around, but they did not do their best to guard against each other for fear that they would inadvertently lose the blood of the phoenix and died.

Zhao Haoran had a hard time at all. Originally, the three of them were already very difficult, and with the rest of the strong soul refining and becoming beads, he couldn't stand it at all.

took out the small saplings and casually brushed the power of the rules to become invisible, but the magic power was not so easy to deal with. None of these soul people who refined their souls into beads were weak. Even if they melted part of each other, the rest was still not what Zhao Haoran could resist.

There have been cracks in the strong body, and there is a little blood.

Zhao Haoran was unwilling and struggled, but did not get better. He always resisted tenaciously. The cooperation between the two turtles brought a great threat to him.

No matter how big the differences between them are, the goals are the same. Wan Changlong is the closest to Zhao Haoran. He is gradually oppressing, and the magic power has formed a dense network. Zhao Haoran's scope of activities is getting narrower and narrower.