"Zhang Sanfeng, it's you!?"

After seeing Zhang Sanfeng's appearance, Basiba's face suddenly became extremely ugly. As a master of the Yuan Dynasty, Basiba was obviously familiar with Zhang Sanfeng, so he naturally knew Zhang Sanfeng's horror very well.

"National Master, please surrender!" Looking at Basiba opposite, Zhang Sanfeng's expression did not change at all, and his eyes looked at the other party indifferently, as if he was looking at an ordinary person.

Although Basba was very strong, it was obvious that Zhang Sanfeng did not take the other party seriously. After all, not everyone was Qin Hao, and not everyone could compete with him above the level. In the entire world of Yitian, Qin Hao was the only one who could compete with him.

"Snatch it? It's a joke. Since that's the case, let me learn about your strength and see if you, the number one master in the world, deserve your name!" After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Basba immediately said coldly.

"Then please!" Zhang Sanfeng said lightly.

"Hmph!" Basba immediately said nothing nonsense. The terrifying Tantric hand seal was once again formed and directly enveloped Zhang Sanfeng's body.

"Good come!" Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng did not retreat but instead advanced, and directly posed a Tai Chi starting style and met. Now Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi has changed drastically compared to five years ago, and his artistic conception is even more round and satisfactory. The two of them immediately fought together.

At the same time, on the other hand, several figures also soared into the sky, directly surrounding the master-level masters of the Persian Ming Cult. These people were the masters of the Ming Cult and some martial arts masters who were subdued by the Ming Cult.

Although they have not reached the level of a master, they are all masters in the realm of the innate realm, and the weakest ones are in the late stage of the innate realm. Nearly twenty masters in the late stage of the innate and peak states directly surrounded the masters of the Persian Ming Cult.

Although they may not be the opponent of the other party, it is obvious that there is no problem to entangle the other party for a while.

"Get out of here!" After seeing this scene, the Persian Ming Cult master's face became very ugly. Strange attacks continued to sweep out, and figures were directly bombarded, but they would soon be filled up immediately, without giving the other party any chance to escape.

...

"it's over!"

On Qin Hao's side, a cold voice came from Qin Hao's mouth. Then, Qin Hao slapped his hands suddenly, and two domineering palms swept out. Huo Foreword Tuo's powerful Vajra Palm and powerful Vajra Finger also activated to the extreme and directly met.

"Boom..."

In an instant, two low voices came, and the attacks of the two people instantly hit each other. However, after only a moment, Huo Foreword Tuo's body shook greatly, and his whole body flew backwards again, giving blood from his mouth, and obviously he was shocked.

At the same time, Qin Hao flew with his hands, and a series of sharp and domineering five-element finger swords shot out. The moment the other party did not react, he directly penetrated the limbs of the Huo Forefather Tuo, and his whole body collapsed on the ground, just like the Baishu Taoist, and he also lost his combat power.

After dealing with the fire forebodou, Qin Hao's eyes instantly fell on the masters of the Persian Ming Cult. As for the other side, with Zhang Sanfeng there, Basba could not cause any big waves at all. Soon Qin Hao came directly to the masters of the Persian Ming Cult.

"Okay, you all go back, let me leave this person!" Qin Hao's voice came immediately.

"Yes, leader!" After seeing Qin Hao arrive, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said, after all, they were obviously under great pressure in the face of a master who took full advantage of his efforts.

"Bold Qin Hao, do you dare to attack me?" After seeing Qin Hao, the face of the master on the opposite side also changed, and he spoke with a harsh and cowardly look on his face.

"Why don't you dare? I haven't gone to settle the score with you yet, but you actually delivered it to you by yourself. It's really a way in heaven, if you don't go, you can break in if you don't go to hell!" Qin Hao said coldly. Qin Hao had no good attitude towards the Persian Ming Cult.

"Bastard, Qin Hao, don't stop me when you see the Holy Fire Order. Do you want to rebel? Don't forget, the Persian Ming Cult is the authentic Ming Cult!" After seeing Qin Hao's appearance, an angry look flashed in the other party's eyes, and then two black tokens appeared directly in their hands. There was a flame-shaped pattern on the token, which was the legendary Holy Fire Order.

"Just just a token, the Ming Cult is authentic? It's a joke. The Persian Ming Cult will soon become history. My Middle-earth Ming Cult will become the only Ming Cult in this world!" Qin Hao sneered after seeing the other party's appearance.

"Okay, it's your turn next!" Qin Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense and rushed towards the other party.

"Bastard!" After seeing Qin Hao's actions, the Persian Ming Cult master flew, and his strange body movements were constantly used, constantly retreating, intending to use his body movements to avoid Qin Hao's attack.

"Showing off your body skills in front of me? It's a huge joke!" After seeing the other party's actions, Qin Hao also sneered. Although the other party's body skills were very strange, they were obviously much worse than his Piaomiao Ascendant Immortal Step.

"Bang!"

In less than ten breaths, with a low voice coming, Qin Hao directly printed his palm on the other party's shoulder, and his whole body flew backwards.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Then Qin Hao did not give the other party a chance to breathe at all. He slammed out the domineering palm force and slapped out nine palms, and then stopped. At this moment, the masters of the Persian Ming Cult came to an end like a hundred-destroy Taoist, with almost no complete bone on their body, and they directly lost their combat power.

After dealing with the masters of the Persian Ming Cult, Qin Hao also came directly to Basba and Zhang Sanfeng. At this moment, Basba was completely suppressed by Zhang Sanfeng. Facing Zhang Sanfeng, Basba was suppressed almost in all directions, without any power to fight back.

"It's time to end!" Qin Hao immediately said nothing nonsense and joined the battle circle. In the end, there was obviously no suspense. Neither Qin Hao nor Zhang Sanfeng, Basiba was the opponent. Faced with the two of them, Basiba's fate can be imagined. In less than a hundred tricks, Basiba was captured by Qin Hao. Like the previous three people, they directly destroyed the other party's limbs.

"Zhang Zhenren, thank you!" After doing all this, Qin Hao also spoke immediately.

"Young friend Qin, you're polite. Even without the old Taoist, they can't make any big waves!" Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile. He knew Qin Hao's strength. These people obviously could not threaten Qin Hao at all.
Chapter completed!