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After making up his mind, Assassin Leader didn't want to tremble with the Guoshang Wolf anymore. As he fought, he silently walked behind him, but he was planning to slip away.    

    

On Lin Hao's side, they were still engaged in a battle.    

    

Although there was one less Martial Master, facing a Second Grade Martial Master alone was not something that Lin Hao could relax about.    

    

But at least, Lin Hao was no longer a threat to his life.    

    

"Burning Flames!"    

    

Lin Hao seized an opportunity. A giant red dragon and flame dragon suddenly flew out of the Dragon Cry Sword in his hand, roaring.    

    

"Hmph, Flying Eagle Spike!"    

    

This Martial Master had learned his lesson, and he didn't dare to look down on Lin Hao. When he saw Lin Hao use his martial skill, he naturally used his best martial skill as well, wanting to fight Lin Hao.    

    

The scarlet flame dragon opened its bloody mouth, and fiercely bit down on the eagle's beak.    

    

The tip of the needle against the wheat, Flame Dragon Dou Black Hawk.    

    

In an instant, the two sword energies collided.    

    

The Dragon Cry Sword in Lin Hao's hand was like a wild beast that was difficult to control. It tightly bit onto the Black Hawk.    

    

The Black Hawk also did not show any signs of weakness. Its sharp and long beak pierced into the Flame Dragon's body.    

    

Sensing the terrifying fluctuation coming from the sword, Martial Master's heart was in turmoil. Was this really a power that the martial artist could possess?    

    

Why did he feel the Qi from Lin Hao's sword? It was full of aggressiveness, and even his own sword Qi seemed to be gradually being broken.    

    

Thinking of his comrade who had just died, Martial Master's heart began to shiver.    

    

Lin Hao's keen intuition noticed that Martial Master was shaken for a moment. When cultivator fought, it was taboo for him to lose his mind. It seemed like this mistake was simply courting death!    

    

It was not that Martial Master's mind was unstable, but the fundamental reason was that Lin Hao posed too much of a threat to Martial Master.    

    

That's right, a martial artist had caused an irreparable psychological trauma to a Martial Master. Regarding all of this, Lin Hao himself didn't know that he was so scary.    

    

However, Lin Hao would never be soft-hearted. He grabbed the moment when Martial Master's mind was distracted. Lin Hao's Genuine Qi exploded, and the flame dragon flew out in anger.    

    

When the force was gone, Lin Hao's sword suddenly emitted a cold moonlight, and Lin Hao's eyes became as cold as a clear light.    

    

"Thousand Year Cold Moon!"    

    

When Martial Master raised his head and looked at the Flame Dragon in a flurry, he saw a ray of light that made him despair.    

    

A cold moon descended once again.    

    

The same cold moon and clear light enveloped different people, but the outcome was the same.    

    

After a while, Martial Master's pupils started to fade. He knelt down on the ground, and finally, he fell to Lin Hao's feet.    

    

Two second grade martial masters had died at Lin Hao's hands!    

    

Lin Hao let out a light breath.    

    

If he wanted to deal with these two Martial Master warriors, it would be a real battle. If he failed, the consequences would not be very optimistic.    

    

Fortunately, these two Martial Master weren't very outstanding. This time, the main culprit of the assassination was still playing with the Guoshang Wolf.    

    

Lin Hao had some spare time to recuperate.    

    

After using the Buddhist martial skill twice in a row, even Lin Hao, who had a huge amount of Genuine Qi in his storage, felt that it was too much for him to handle. At this moment, it was clear that he had run out of Genuine Qi.    

    

After a short while, Lin Hao felt that the Genuine Qi in his body was filled up a little. Only then did he slowly straighten his clothes and crown.    

    

Next, he still had to greet the main person.    

    

After being repeatedly assassinated like this, even clay people had a temper, let alone Lin Hao.    

    

This time, Lin Hao wanted to follow the clues. At least, he wanted to let them know that he was not a pushover that everyone could knead.