Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

"Noisy!" Meng Ran made up her mind to go.

He was full of righteousness, boiling and rolling, and confronted Wang Hao without giving in.

The momentum is like a rainbow!

"Since you don't have to drink fine wine for the toast, then I'm not polite." Wang Hao said in a deep voice.

With a wave of the blood sword.

The majestic bloody sword energy soared into the sky, smashing his head simply and roughly.

"Chong!"

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal colliding suddenly exploded.

"Nurture Haoran's righteousness..." Meng Ran whispered.

One step forward, not retreat but advance.

Using the finger to represent the sword, he performed the Yangwu sword technique, and the sword aura bloomed from his fingertips, colliding with the scarlet sword aura in the air.

Evenly matched!

"Wang Hao, be careful with his swordsmanship... there is a problem!" The third prince couldn't help reminding.

Standing aside, staring intently.

Only Wang Hao's sword moves and Meng Ran's sword skills remained in his eyes.

I have been crazy about swords all my life!
Not crazy, not live……

"Actually, this sword technique... I can do it too!" Wang Hao grinned.

With lightning-like eyes, he looked at Meng Ran, who was upright and awe-inspiring, and smiled evilly.

Under the astonished eyes of Meng Ran and the third prince, he jumped up, the sword light in his hand trembling, and performed a move that was more fierce and terrifying than before. Yangwu swordsmanship.

However, what he cultivated was not awe-inspiring righteousness, but the ultimate murderous aura.

Murderous!
"break!"

A low growl.

A strange blood glow suddenly burst out from the Blood Drinking Demon Sword, piercing forward with supreme killing momentum.

"Pfft!" Meng Ran snorted.

The body took a few steps back, showing a ghostly expression.

incredible!

Looking down at the sword finger with two fingers together, there was a deep wound with bone visible.

The invincible ability to protect the body unexpectedly broke the defense.

At this moment, he lost!
Use tricks to break tricks.

He was defeated by the Yangwu swordsmanship that he was proud of.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood slipped down the fingertips... shocking.

"How is it possible... how do you know my Yangwu sword technique?" Meng Ran found it hard to accept.

His eyes were full of shock and astonishment, and he looked at Wang Hao with fear.

His arms trembled, his body shook for a while, and the killing sword energy full of destructive power passed through the wound, wreaking havoc in his meridians.

"You are not a disciple of Jixia Academy, why do you cultivate my swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship you display is more terrifying than mine?"

"Is this sword technique difficult?" Wang Hao asked dismissively.

"If you want to blame it, it's because you picked the wrong opponent... you dare to play tricks in front of me."

Reckless and presumptuous!
arrogant!

"What kind of swordsmanship does this kid know... His talent in swordsmanship is too monstrous." The third prince was taken aback.

I had prepared in my heart, and considered that Wang Hao was very strong, but I didn't expect Wang Hao to be so strong.

Simply monster!
In front of Wang Hao, his talent for swordsmanship and the aura of glory over the years were all gone.

There is no advantage at all!

The scene in front of me seemed familiar.

It is also based on moves and moves, and the same swordsmanship has turned decay into magic in Wang Hao's hands, becoming more rounded and silky... close to the origin of the way of swordsmanship.

It seems that sword moves should be like this.

"Hahaha... Daxia Prison is known as the restricted area of ​​life, and it really deserves its reputation..." Meng Ran laughed loudly.

The voice was full of pathos and desolation.

A look of determination appeared in his eyes, and he let the blood on his arms flow horizontally.

Live and die!

Now that he is seriously injured and his cultivation base that has been imprisoned for many years has not fully recovered, it is very difficult to escape from here today.

Take a hit.

The future is gloomy, and life has lost hope!
In addition, he was stimulated by the seizure of his wife, and his mind was agitated... There is no face to continue living in the world.

"Hate! I hate! I just wish I could kill the old Tianqi thief with my own hands, and take his dog's life... eat his flesh and drink his blood!" Meng Ran roared.

Mixed with grief and anger!

His palm was full of righteousness, and when he raised his hand, he was about to aim at his Tianling Gai with a palm.

Self-destruct.

"Holy Son is not allowed!" The scholar in Tsing Yi was shocked.

Curled up in the corner of the wall, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood, and his breath was sluggish.

After seeing Meng Ran's actions clearly, his face showed fear, and he was so frightened that he was out of his wits.

"You can't help yourself if you want to commit suicide in front of me?" Wang Hao said indifferently.

The words fall.

The blood sword shot, directly pierced his palm and nailed it to the wall, unable to move.

"Your destination is a prison cell... Before the execution document is issued, your life does not belong to you."

With a wave of his hand, the blood sword returned to his palm.

He took out the shackles, put them on him without saying a word, turned his head to look aside and said, "Xiao Luo, come here and help, and escort these two escaped prisoners back to the cell."

"Okay... okay." Xiao Luo woke up like a dream.

He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Dragging the cold iron chains, he rushed to the Tsing Yi scholar and bound them roughly.

While tying him up, he scolded: "You are the most dishonest... You have not been locked up for a day, and you have made such a big moth."

More and more angry.

Looking at the prisoner in front of him who was bound into rice dumpling by chains, he still couldn't get over his anger, so he inserted three more god-sealing formations on top of the other's head, for fear that there would be another problem.

just in case.

"Master Prisoner, I know I was wrong, please don't slap me in the face anymore." The scholar in Tsing Yi begged for mercy.

"Hmph! Slapping you in the face is even light. With your bad plot, at most you won't survive tomorrow." Xiao Luo groaned.

As soon as these words came out, the scholar in Tsing Yi panicked.

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly argued: "No...you can't kill me, I am an envoy of the Nanming Dynasty, and you have no right to kill me."

I cried heartbreakingly.

see.

Wang Hao urged impatiently: "What are you talking to him about? Put him in the eighth-floor prison and wait for Zhou Dian prison to deal with it."

Done.

He turned around and led Meng Ran, who was ashen-faced, to the ninth floor prison.

This person has extraordinary cultivation and is a dangerous person, so he can no longer be imprisoned in other prison floors.

"Obey!" Ronaldinho said seriously.

Dragging the prisoner like a dead dog, he followed him and walked to the depths of the dungeon.

The dust has settled.

There were whispers all around.

Looking at the backs of Wang Hao and Xiao Luo escorting the fugitive away, there was constant exclamation in the hall.

"Wang Tixing, when did he become so powerful, and the long sword in his hand is a legendary artifact?!" A jailer was shocked.

"Oh my god! Wang Tixing is even stronger than the Third Highness, and he suppressed a strong man in the fit state..."

"What kind of cultivation is he?"

Hearing the noisy discussion in his ears, the Third Prince remained expressionless.

His eyes were cloudy and uncertain, looking at the direction where Wang Hao disappeared, he chased after him without hesitation.

Came to the ninth floor of the dungeon.

Escorting Meng Ran past Sixth Princess' cell, her body, which was still a corpse, suddenly stopped.

"Who is imprisoned here?" Meng Ran said hoarsely.

Standing motionless in front of the sixth princess's cell, she turned her head to the side and fixed her eyes on the beautiful figure in the cell.

"The Sixth Princess of Great Xia!" Wang Hao said.

With the palm of his hand, he was forced to push him away, and walked towards the No. 108 cell in the depths of the prison.

"Little Prisoner, what's the matter with this man, shouldn't someone come to rob the prison?" Young Master Nether lay in front of the iron gate and asked eagerly.

"He is the holy son of Confucianism. He tried to escape from prison just now, but he failed..." Wang Hao explained.

"Huh? He is the Confucian holy son who was cuckolded by Emperor Tianqi?" Young Master Youming asked in surprise.

Before the words fell, the voice stopped abruptly.

A cold look in his eyes instantly frightened him to shut up on the spot, not daring to tease or taunt anymore.

It wasn't until Meng Ran was taken away by Wang Hao that he curled his lips and muttered, "What's the big deal...he's not just a wimp."