Unlimited Upgrade System From Ant to Abyss Master

As Zhou Hao's scythe wielded more and more crazily, the invisible sword aura became more messy!

At this time, Meng Haitian seemed to be trapped in a thorny bush, unable to advance or retreat.

He also has no retreat, only brazenly carry it down!

However, Zhou Hao's knife is getting faster and faster, and he is already overwhelmed!

"What is your sword technique? Who are you?!" Meng Haitian yelled.

He never believed that Zhou Hao was still an ordinary person!

Zhou Hao smiled faintly and said, "I told you a long time ago, I am the nemesis of the city lord!"

"You! You are crazy enough!" Meng Haitian gritted his teeth.

At this moment, Zhou Hao's scythe slashed on his right arm and cut off his entire right arm on the spot!

"what!"

Meng Haitian screamed and slashed a sword at the same time, slashing at the opponent.

Cang!

There was a scream of Jin Ge.

His sword slashed on the opponent as if slashed on an iron bell, and could not hurt the enemy!

"This!" Meng Haitian was dumbfounded, unbelievable.

This is terrible, it is so hard to hurt the sword!

How far this body has to be trained!

The most difficult practice for monks is the body.

The difficulty in refining the body is that at an age like Meng Haitian, he has not trained a strong body, and has not been able to resist the cultivator's blow.

And Zhou Hao was so young that he had trained his body to this point. This is absolutely abnormal!

Zhou Hao sneered. In fact, he didn't know any physical training methods at all, he only knew that he had a talent for hard armor.

But the opponent thought he had refined his body like this.

"You are not human!" Meng Haitian suddenly called to Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao tut, and said, "You're a bad old man, you can swear if you can't beat them, right?"

"I mean you are not a human race!" Meng Haitian exclaimed.

Zhou Hao coldly snorted, "Everyone has noses and eyes, why don't you say that you are not a human being!"

"Huh, fanatic!" Meng Haitian cursed.

Zhou Hao shook his scythe: "I'm crazy, I will kill you now!"

He suddenly rushed out, double-cutting the sword, forcing Meng Haitian to retreat steadily!

Meng Haitian was powerless against Zhou Hao.

When the opponent's double knives are swung, they are airtight when they are guarded, and when they attack, they are stormy!

Even if he was a cultivator of the profound spirit realm, he was still unable to stop Zhou Hao's attack.

The crowd around the audience had already retreated a long distance, and they did not dare to approach, for fear of being hurt by those terrible sword auras and sword auras.

"They fought too violently, their sword spirit is dazzling!"

"This is the first time I have seen such a wonderful fight. It's exciting!"

"But, Old City Lord Meng seems to be about to lose..."

"Nonsense! The master of Meng Laocheng has deep skills and clever swordsmanship, how could he lose to a madman!"

"That is, the master of Meng Lao's supernatural power is so great that it is impossible to lose!"

...

The crowd talked a lot, unwilling to believe the fact that Meng Haitian had fallen behind and was ready to lose.

Meng Haitian was extremely sad.

After several years of retreat, just after leaving the customs, I ran into the city lord nemesis!

It is hard to fight back even if he is beaten by a younger generation before he can pretend to be a good match!

I lost my two sons in a row!

What a sad reminder to get home!

"A fanatic! A fanatic! Go to hell!" Meng Haitian danced wildly with one arm, his kendo was broken.

Zhou Hao coldly snorted: "If you think you are a poor old fellow, I will give you a happy one!"

He suddenly got close to his opponent, and the scythe was placed abruptly on the opponent's neck. The blade was cold and there was no warmth.

"A fanatic! A fanatic!"

"Ah! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Meng Haitian was frightened and completely mad, speaking incoherently...