C240 He Was Wearing the Same Robe as His Son
C240 He Was Wearing the Same Robe as His Son
Yuwen Hu suddenly realized that the attacks around him had been reduced. Everyone started to move towards Lin Hao. Yuwen Hu couldn't help but shout.
In an instant, a short vacuum was formed beside Yuwen Hu. Yuwen Hu could totally stay out of it.
However, Yuwen Hu didn't feel like resting at all. What a joke. If you get addicted to fighting, why did you run away? Master Fatty had been running for thirty minutes, so how could he vent his anger on any man?
"All of you, go to hell for Master Fatty!"
Yuwen Hu roared as he punched with his bare fists. He ran with both legs and his hands on his head, making a horn shape.
With a loud roar, Yuwen Hu was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into a group of martial artists.
How did it feel to have his back facing the barbaric bull? How did it feel to have a part of his body blocked by the barbaric bull?
With this collision, three people were sent flying, flying seven feet high into the sky. Blood and flesh splattered in all directions!
The barbaric Genuine Qi penetrated through Yuwen Hu's fists and penetrated the bodies of the three martial artists. One layer passed through the other, until the Genuine Qi came out through the body. Only then did the three Auras, which had taken away their lives, fall down like a broken bag. Layers of sand and sand were startled, and corpses were strewn all over the place!
Blood dripped down, and the smell of rust caused the entire battlefield to sublimate into an Asura purgatory. At this moment, no one dared to look down on Yuwen Hu.
Yuwen Hu faced the sky and let out a long roar. The fresh blood washed Yuwen Hu's entire body, making him look like a god of slaughter that weighed more than five hundred jin.
However, although Yuwen Hu's attack was fierce, it couldn't stop the frenzied martial artist from killing Lin Hao, who was on the verge of death. Anyone who was in the same camp as him would die just like that. Only those who had obtained the powerful martial skills from Lin Hao would die in the same camp. This group of crazy martial artists wouldn't even furrow their brows.
"There are so many of us here, we can even kill him in a battle of attrition. Don't be afraid, kill him!"
"He's already at the end of his rope, this martial skill belongs to me!"
"Don't fight with me for it. I am the most experienced person in the Seniors' Camp. No one is allowed to fight with me for it."
"Who do you think you are? This martial skill is mine."
A bunch of martial artists, which numbered in the hundreds, surrounded Lin Hao.
Seeing Lin Hao's frequent attacks, but his strength was lacking, all the senior students' eyes turned red. Those three martial skills had firmly attracted them.
Now, as long as Lin Hao was slashed by the sword, these three powerful Huang Jue martial skills would belong to them!
As for the friendship between them, only benefits were their eternal pursuit. They were chess pieces that could be abandoned at any time.
When Lin Hao saw all the senior students attacking him like crazy, he laughed coldly in his heart.
Before they could defeat him, they had already started fighting amongst themselves. This Seniors' Camp really didn't know what death was.
Feeling the Genuine Qi that was gradually recovering in his body, Lin Hao had already made up his mind. There was still one martial skill left that he had not tried yet.
Lin Hao withdrew the scarlet Genuine Qi from his sword and switched it to the Sword Force of Water that he had used up less energy and focused on defending.
The light blue sword light made Lin Hao lose his aggressiveness as usual. The red sword light made Lin Hao as fierce as a raging flame, and the blue sword light. It made Lin Hao as deep as the ocean, absorbing all the attacks.
At this moment, he could absorb a little more damage. In the back row... No, Big G could also suffer less, and he could also have a good attacking environment.
When the martial artist saw Lin Hao's change in aura, their eyes lit up.
In their point of view, Lin Hao must have exhausted all of his Genuine Qi and lost all means of attack, which was why he had become so uninvasive.
Furthermore, Lin Hao's overbearing sword technique, which had always been used to attack and defend, had also changed into a profound sword technique that used defense as an attack. This further confirmed the martial artist's conjecture.
"Go, he's about to die!"
"Lin Hao, Lin Hao, you're so arrogant and unruly, you have no respect for anyone. Today, I'll let the seniors teach you how to be a human. In your next life, remember not to provoke someone stronger than you in your next life!"
"Cut the crap. Kill this kid, and then decide who the martial skill belongs to."
"Alright, this kid has been arrogant for so long. It's time to let this kid know what a real battle is."
"The martial skill must belong to me!"
... ""
The numerous martial artists that surrounded and attacked Lin Hao increased their attack speed, and attempted to slash Lin Hao under their swords with their thunderous attacks.
"Shush, the heavens are jealous of geniuses!"
Lin Hao let out a sorrowful cry, his voice was mixed with a trace of weakness. It sounded like it really was the case.
When the people of Seniors' Camp heard this sorrowful cry, they suddenly increased the speed of their attacks. Was the curtains of this bloody battle finally about to be drawn?
As expected, how could a mere new student defeat a group of senior students who had mastered the cultivation? Hahahaha!
Under the fierce attack of time, Lin Hao seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and his face was pale.
"Oh my, the heavens want me dead!"
Lin Hao let out another wail, and his voice was even weaker than before. He sounded like an old man who was on the verge of dying.
The martial artist's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the attack was effective. The young man in front of them was about to die.
"Work harder! Quick! He must die today!"
The Seniors' Camp's people didn't care about the five hundred Jin killing god in the outer perimeter. They launched another wave of attacks at Lin Hao that could topple mountains and overturn seas.
"Aiyah! My life is over!"
Under the attack of the numerous martial artists, Lin Hao once again let out a sorrowful sigh. This time, it was as if he was nailed to a coffin, and he shouted with a rotten voice.
"Kid, accept your death! You still dare to be arrogant? After you die, all of your relatives and friends will be buried with you. You can go to hell with peace of mind! "
Another wave of attacks that was like a rainstorm. The light blue light on Lin Hao's sword became weaker, as if it was going to disappear at any time.
...
Yuwen Hu rolled his eyes at Lin Hao, who was showing off his acting skills in anger. Of course, Yuwen Hu knew Lin Hao's strength. Yuwen Hu had personally witnessed how amazing the defensive power of the blue sword light was.
Therefore, Yuwen Hu despised Lin Hao's scream in his heart.
However, although Yuwen Hu despised Lin Hao in his heart, he also understood Lin Hao's intention. While all the martial artist were focused on attacking Lin Hao, Yuwen Hu didn't stay idle outside the encirclement.
He quietly harvested the lives of nearly ten martial artist. Regarding the Seniors' Camp that revealed their weakness to the enemy, Yuwen Hu naturally chose to reluctantly accept their fragile lives.
When the martial artist in the encirclement discovered that many of its companions had fallen, it finally reacted.
Although they also suspected that Lin Hao was putting on an act, even if this was an open scheme, no one could shake off their greed for martial skills.
But damn, this didn't make sense. Why did this young man look like an unkillable cockroach? From the moment he cried out, he clearly looked like he was on the verge of collapse, staggering, but why was he still alive?
At a certain moment, the light blue sword radiance on Lin Hao's sword suddenly disappeared.
The numerous Seniors' Camp disciples let out a sigh of relief, thinking that it was about to end.
However, on Lin Hao's sword, a strange red light suddenly lit up!