Now that Wang Hao had taken the upper hand, he naturally pressed his advantage and gave Li Zhiheng no chance to catch his breath. Every move he made was a killing blow.
"The Heavenly Heart Breaks Through the Plum Blossom!"
"A full moon in the sky!"
"The wind and rain are blowing in the sky!"
Wang Hao unleashed twelve sword techniques in succession, transforming into twelve figures, appearing fluid and graceful, with an ethereal sword intent, and the sword light almost completely enveloping Li Zhiheng.
Each sword move was seamlessly connected without any pause, putting Li Zhiheng in grave danger.
Four more sword cuts appeared on his clothes.
One of the sword cuts through his skin, leaving a glaring bloodstain.
"Boy, you've gone too far!"
At this moment, Li Zhiheng's voice became incredibly aged. His eyes darkened, and he shouted, "Eternal Cold Sword Song!"
The Eternal Cold Sword Song is a low-grade Dao technique, even more exquisite than Daoist sword moves. Even Wang Hao has not yet mastered it because he has no time to cultivate it.
With a single sword strike, he easily broke through Wang Hao's attack and even left a sword mark on his arm.
After defeating Wang Hao, Li Zhiheng immediately turned around and leaped backward, tapping the air with his toes and landing on the beam above the warehouse.
At this moment, he is in a high position, and from that high position, he can easily defeat attacks from a lower position.
"Finally exposed, the remnant soul of a cultivator." Wang Hao's cold voice echoed in the warehouse.
Li Zhiheng's eyes darkened, and he said in his aged voice, "Boy, judging from your appearance, you seem to know of our existence. You must also be a disciple of some remnant soul."
“Li Zhiheng is a disciple of Qingmo Daoist. Continuing to fight will not benefit either of us. Let’s just call it quits.”
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow. He noticed the word "we" in the other person's words, which meant that there were many other remnant souls like him in this world.
“When Li Zhiheng had the upper hand, you didn’t come out to mediate. Now that you feel it’s too difficult to fight, you want to give up. You can just fight whenever you want, and then you can just stop fighting whenever you want. Wouldn’t I lose face?”
The Green Demon Daoist's face darkened, but just then, Wang Hao's body moved!
However, instead of attacking Li Zhiheng, whose body was controlled by the Green Demon Daoist, he used the Wind-Riding Flying Dragon Shadow technique, stepping into the void, and headed towards the high platform behind him.
This platform is much higher than where Li Zhiheng is. Once Wang Hao has a firm foothold, he will occupy a truly high position.
Qingmo Daoren naturally saw through Wang Hao's intentions, so when Wang Hao took his third step, he immediately used the "Soaring to the Clouds" movement technique and flew rapidly to the top of the platform.
Wang Hao took his ninth step and landed atop the platform, like a young sword immortal descending from the heavens.
Qingmo Daoren was a step behind Wang Hao and was about to land on the top of the platform.
Suddenly, Wang Hao swung his arm, and a seven-meter-long sword light slashed towards Qingmo Daoren's legs.
However, the Green Demon Daoist remained calm and did not confront Zhang Ruochen head-on. Instead, he controlled Li Zhiheng's body to sink rapidly, dodging the incoming sword energy.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped into the void, took six steps in a row, and soared into the sky, crashing through the roof of the warehouse. He flew to a height of more than ten meters, gripped his sword with both hands, and unleashed thirteen sword strikes.
Wang Hao stood steadily at the top of the platform and unleashed thirteen consecutive sword strikes, completely shattering the sword energy of the Green Demon Daoist.
"Splash!"
Bricks and tiles were shattered by the sword energy and fell like rain.
Seeing this, Wang Hao was not to be outdone. He exerted force with both feet and leaped onto the roof. The two stood on the top of the warehouse, which was dozens of meters high. Their figures intertwined, and their swords clashed continuously, producing a series of ear-piercing sword cries.
"It's like the final battle at the top of the royal city in the movie."
The onlookers in the distance all craned their necks, gazing upwards.
Not only them, but also the residents of the surrounding residential areas stood on their windowsills to watch the game, causing quite a stir.
Although martial arts are popular now, it is still very difficult for ordinary people to see real fights between martial artists.
"boom!"
The swords in Wang Hao's and Qingmo Daoren's hands clashed once again.
With a crisp sound, the Demon Sword shattered, turning into pieces of iron that flew in all directions.
Seeing the fragments of the sword flying towards him, Qingmo Daoren flicked his wrist, shooting the broken sword in his hand at Wang Hao, while he immediately retreated to avoid the incoming fragments.
Just as Qingmo Daoren was dodging the fragments of the battle sword, Wang Hao advanced instead of retreating, throwing out the Yin-Yang Profound Iron Sword Embryo to knock away the incoming broken sword, and charged forward.
"Ninefold overlapping waves!"
In an instant, Wang Hao's figure seemed to split into nine, and then instantly merged back into one, unleashing a powerful punch that kicked up a cloud of dust.
not good!
When Qingmo Daoist saw Wang Hao rushing over, his expression changed. He had no choice but to gather all his spiritual energy and hastily make a move, clenching his five fingers into two fists and striking out at the same time.
"boom!"
Fists and palms collided.
Wang Hao came prepared, while Qingmo Daoren was caught off guard and could not withstand the powerful punch.
Under the impact of the powerful punch, Qingmo Daoren spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backward, falling towards the bottom of the warehouse.
The roof of this warehouse is dozens of meters above the ground. If Li Zhiheng had not been injured, Qingmo Daoren could have used his "Soaring Clouds" technique to land safely on the ground.
But now, he is not only injured, but also unable to use his movement techniques at all.
If one falls, they will inevitably suffer serious injuries, and may even die from the fall.
In his pursuit of victory, Wang Hao was cut by two shards of metal, but he endured the pain and leaped down, intending to use the force of the dive to shatter Li Zhiheng's dantian with a single kick.
But just as Li Zhiheng was about to fall, he suddenly roared, his face contorted with rage, "Die!"
"call out!"
Between Li Zhiheng's two fingers was a chilling broken sword. He circulated his spiritual energy, flicked his fingertips, and the broken sword flew towards Wang Hao.
This broken sword fragment was the one he had cleverly concealed in his sleeve when countless shards came flying at him. The scene was too chaotic at the time, and Wang Hao's attention was drawn to the incoming demonic sword, so he didn't notice this detail at all.
At such close range, there was no way to dodge.
Wang Hao could only try his best to avoid the vital points.
"Pfft!"
The half-foot-long sword tip pierced Wang Hao's chest, and blood gushed out of his body like a torrent.
Immediately afterwards, Qingmo Daoren once again controlled Li Zhiheng's body, sacrificing an arm to deliver a palm strike upon landing, greatly slowing down the descent and minimizing the injury.
"Haha, a junior is still a junior. You're still too green to fight against me, Daoist Master."
The Green Demon Daoist sneered, then formed a fist with his other intact arm, gathering all his strength to strike down at Wang Hao.
"court death!"
Wang Hao was enraged. He spread his arms wide, and the blood energy in his body surged out from his wounds.
Dense blood energy condensed around Wang Hao's body into nine blood swords, with the tips pointing downwards and the hilts upwards, spinning rapidly around him.
When Qingmo Daoist looked at Wang Hao in mid-air, his expression changed. He immediately mobilized his spiritual energy and cast a defensive Daoist spell.
"Whoosh!"
Nine blood swords, when combined, coalesced into one.
Wang Hao pointed forward.
That blood-red sword, like a streak of blood, shot out and shattered the spiritual energy of the Green Demon Daoist with overwhelming force.
"puff!"
The blood sword pierced through Li Zhiheng's body, and the powerful impact sent him flying dozens of meters away, crashing through five or six cars before finally coming to a stop.
With a "thud," Li Zhiheng, clutching his bleeding abdomen, fell from the roof of the car and immediately fainted.
Wang Hao took several steps in the void to reduce the impact of his fall, and landed somewhat unsteadily. He then circulated his spiritual energy to expel the broken sword from his body.
Then, she quickly touched the area around the wound with both hands to stop the bleeding, took out a healing pill from her storage ring and put it in her mouth before carefully walking towards the unconscious Li Zhiheng.
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