The silver needles blocked outside by the golden defense cover seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summoning and quickly retreated to Wang Rong, spinning, forming a huge silver defense circle to block the sharp attack of the Qingfeng Sword.

When Zhao Hu saw his Qingfeng sword blocked by the silver defense circle outside Wang Rong, he frowned and snorted coldly. The movements in his hand accelerated, and the huge true energy in his body continued to add to the Qingfeng sword.

Suddenly, the Qingfeng Sword, which was originally cold, was instantly wrapped in a layer of cold air. With a sharp light, it cut off a large number of silver needles, broke through the silver defense circle outside Wang Rong, and killed him on his beautiful body.

When the silver defense circle outside the body was defeated, Wang Rong's face changed drastically, and she let out a scream of exclamation. She quickly used her body skills and left the place like lightning. She avoided the killing attack of the Qingfeng Sword. She looked pale and pulled out a soft sword from her body, pointed at Zhao Hu, and shouted loudly: "This is what you forced me. Let's see how I'll remove you from the hatred in my heart!"

Hearing Wang Rong's murderous words, Zhao Hu sneered and said lightly: "If you have the ability, come here! Let me see what you have and remove me from it! Also, you'd better pray that you can die directly under my sword, otherwise, I don't mind turning you away and hanging it on the ring for everyone to watch."

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, Wang Rong's already pale face became even pale and bloodless, and she said angrily: "Bastard! Come on your life!"

As soon as Wang Rong finished speaking, she saw his figure moving. She held the soft sword in her hand and rushed towards Zhao Hu like lightning. During the rushing process, she kept dancing the soft sword in her hand, emitting sharp sword lights, and slashed towards Zhao Hu with the bloodthirsty light that she chose to choose people.

Facing the dozens of sharp sword lights attacks from Wang Rong, Zhao Hu's face remained unchanged. After waving the Qingfeng sword in his hand a few times, he saw dozens of cold sword lights facing the bloodthirsty sword lights emitted by Wang Rong, and met him in mid-air, making violent explosions, and then turned into starlight and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Looking at Zhao Hu and Wang Rong who were fighting in full swing, the crowd watching the game in the audience couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "The Silver Needle Witch is the elite among the peak powerhouses of the Golden Dan Stage! He was actually blocked by that boy! It's still at a disadvantage, it's incredible!"

"Who said no! In my opinion, Zhao Hu might really bring us surprises. He fought for six days and was qualified to challenge the city lord!"

"What a joke! This is just an appetizer! Although our Yuncheng is not ranked high among many small cities, there are still many peak Jindan stage powerhouses, among which there are many peak Jindan stage powerhouses that can compete with the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Although Zhao Hu is powerful, it is not almost impossible to stick to the sixth day without defeating a game!"

"That's right, it's just the beginning. Many real strong men are still practicing outside the city, or dealing with their own affairs in every corner. If they don't have any, they won't get the information about Zhao Hu's challenge. Once they get the information and get here, Zhao Hu's challenge will almost end!"

"This is not necessarily true! You must know that whether it is the white-haired sword demon or the Silver Needle Witch, they are all masters in our Yuncheng. Even among the peak powerhouses of the Golden Elixir Stage, their strength is still in the middle and upper reaches. Since Zhao Hu can easily defeat the white-haired sword demon and press the Silver Needle Witch against him, maybe he really has the qualification to challenge the city lord!"

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"Stop talking nonsense. Zhao Huju is not qualified to challenge the city lord. We just look at it. Even if we discuss it for a day, we will not be able to get a result. It would be better to watch the battle and watch the fun honestly!"

After the bloodthirsty sword light emitted by Wang Rong and the white sword light emitted by Zhao Hu and disappeared between heaven and earth together, Zhao Hu's face remained unchanged. The green sword sword in his hand danced rapidly, and the cold white sword lights lined up in a straight line and attacked Wang Rong in turn.

Facing hundreds of cold white sword lights, lined up and shot towards him, Wang Rong couldn't help but stop her flying body, danced the soft sword in her hand continuously, and emitted bloodthirsty sword lights, defeating the cold white sword lights.

When Wang Rong defeated hundreds of white sword lights with cold air, continued to move backwards and attacked Zhao Hu fiercely, suddenly found a series of cold air that were lying in her body, constantly breaking the meridians in her body, making it impossible for her to mobilize the true qi in her body normally.

It turned out that as Wang Rong kept swinging bloodthirsty sword lights and defeated hundreds of white sword lights with cold air, cold air had quietly entered his body along the bloodthirsty sword lights emitted by him and lurked. It was not until the cold air accumulated to a huge number that was released at Zhao Hu's order, causing Wang Rong to fall into great pain and could not mobilize a trace of true energy normally, so he could only rely on Zhao Hu to slaughter him.

After Wang Rong lost her combat power, Zhao Hu walked slowly to his side with a sneer and said lightly: "Although you offended me just now, given that your strength is not bad and you have reached the standard of serving me and becoming my slave, so I will give you a way out, let go of your spiritual power, and leave a spiritual mark in your mind."

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, Wang Rong forcibly suppressed the pain caused by the cold and cold air in her body, begged for mercy and said, "Young Master, how about letting me serve you unconditionally for a hundred years like Sun Xin?"

Hearing Wang Rong's words, Zhao Hu's face turned cold. The Qingfeng sword in his hand moved gently, and immediately cut Wang Rong's clothes on his chest, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. He put the cold Qingfeng sword on his snow-white skin, and then said lightly: "Don't negotiate with me. You have only two choices now, die or become my slave, and always serve me."

Hearing Zhao Hu's words with a strong murderous aura, Wang Rong trembled all over and begged for mercy: "Young Master, please spare your life, I will let go of my mental power, so that you can leave a spiritual mark in my mind."

After saying that, Wang Rong took the initiative to let go of her mental power and avoid her mind. Zhao Hu immediately released an extremely huge spiritual power and shot into Wang Rong's mind, wanting to leave a spiritual mark in her mind and completely control her life and death.

When Zhao Hu released a huge amount of mental power and entered Wang Rong's mind, Wang Rong's severe cold light flashed and she shouted: "Bastard, go to death!"

While roaring loudly, Wang Rong's huge spiritual power was instantly returned to his mind and launched a fierce counterattack on the spiritual power that entered Zhao Hu's mind, trying to completely cut off the connection between Zhao Hu and the mental power in his mind, thus severely damaging Zhao Hu.

However, what made Wang Rong feel desperate was that the huge spiritual power in his mind was as big as the gap between the firefly worm and the bright moonlight in front of Zhao Hu's mental power, and it could not have any effect on Zhao Hu's mental power at all, but instead aroused Zhao Hu's ferociousness.

Seeing that Wang Rong was actually planning to plot against him, Zhao Hu frowned, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he roared angrily: "Bitch, I'm looking for death!"

As soon as Zhao Hu finished speaking, he saw the Qingfeng sword in his hand with a cold air, breathing out a lot of cold air, wrapping Wang Rong with a terrified look on his face, and then a golden sword light shot out from his fingers. Wang Rong, who had been frozen, suddenly died tragically on the ring as the ice cubes shattered.

The audience in the audience saw Wang Rong, the silver needle witch, who had just persisted on the ring for a minute, and was ruthlessly killed by Zhao Hu. They couldn't help but open their mouths wide and let out unbelievable exclamations. Many of the peak Jindan masters who wanted to go on stage to challenge immediately gave up their plans to go on stage after careful measurement.

Although high-level spirit stones like hills are extremely precious and can increase their strength to a higher level, if their strength is not as good as others, they will come to the stage to challenge and want to obtain a large number of high-level spirit stones. Wouldn't it be that a high-level spirit stone cannot be obtained, and they will even kill their lives or freedom.

Therefore, facing the powerful Zhao Hu, many of the peak Jindan stage powerhouses were ready to move, instantly gave up their plans to challenge on stage, and began to stand in the stage with peace of mind, waiting for other strong men to take action, and engage in a fierce confrontation with Zhao Hu, allowing himself to observe the fighting methods between other Jindan stage peak Jindan stage powerhouses, give himself more inspiration, improve his fighting methods, and greatly improve his combat ability.

Zhao Hu stood on the sturdy and vast arena and saw that no one continued to challenge the stage. He knew that the crowd of spectators in the audience had been shocked by him. The other strong men had not received the information, or had just received the information, and had not had time to come back, so no one dared to challenge the stage.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu walked to the edge of the ring, bowed to the crowded audience below, and said loudly: "Is there anyone else on stage to challenge?"
Chapter completed!