I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

"Hmph, the little guy who is pretending to be clever has a sharp tongue."

Tang Hao snorted coldly, and then struck Wang Zhao with a hammer.

"Now that you know my identity, you don't have to think about leaving anymore. Just go hide with me in a small place for a few years."

"Anyway, you, the holy son of Wuhun Palace, have been secretive for so long, so you must not be in a hurry to be revealed, right?"

"Would you like to be captured without mercy, or should I knock you out and take you away now? You can decide for yourself."

"……Ah."

Wang Zhao heard this and smiled coldly while avoiding Tang Hao's sledgehammer.

"Do you really think you can defeat me?"

Wang Zhao guessed what Tang Hao meant after just thinking about it.

Tang Hao had not exposed his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit just now, and now there was no one around. As long as he, the holy son of the Spirit Hall, was knocked unconscious and taken away, no one would know that this was the missing person. It was done by Ritiantian Douluo for many years.

As for the reason why Tang Hao kidnapped himself, the holy son of Wuhun Palace, Wang Zhao could easily figure it out. Now that he knew Tang Hao's identity and revealed terrifying qualifications, Tang Hao might have taken a fancy to himself. Identity, I want to use my plan against Wuhun Palace.

This guy with a brain full of muscles also has a lot of sinister thoughts now.

Wang Zhao thought in his heart.

Perhaps it's because Tang Hao has done too many immoral things over the years and his behavior has gradually become less domineering than before?

But can he really be able to use a martial spirit like the Clear Sky Hammer well?

Just like Tang San in the original work, in addition to mastering the various skills of using the Clear Sky Hammer, it seems that he can't resonate with the Clear Sky Hammer spirit at all. The reason is that Tang San has too many calculations and thoughts, and he has no relationship with the Clear Sky Hammer at all. This kind of martial spirit is not suitable.

Back to the original topic.

Tang Hao wanted to use Wang Zhao to plot against Wuhun Palace, and Wang Zhao didn't want to use Tang Hao as a stepping stone to become famous.

This battle will ultimately depend on the strength of both parties.

Unfortunately, Wang Zhao is very confident in himself.

His lips moved slightly, and he muttered something silently. He quickly raised the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand and pointed at Tang Hao.

An invisible wave spread out, and strange bloody lines appeared on Tang Hao's limbs, torso, and even face. Tang Hao was so shocked that he even stopped waving the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand. He used all his soul power to wash away the bloody lines on his body.

Although this bloody pattern did not directly make him feel that there was something wrong with his body, as if it was some kind of harmless decoration, it still gave him a very bad feeling. He subconsciously did not want his body to be infected with this kind of thing. , but once the bloody lines appeared, they seemed to be like maggots attached to the bones, unable to be shaken off at all.

"What kind of skill is this?!"

Tang Hao couldn't help but look at Wang Zhao with a gloomy expression and asked.

"Also, you only have one soul ring, right? Wasn't the move you used against me before your first soul skill? What is your first soul skill? Or do you use a self-created soul skill? Skill? What kind of soul master are you?"

"Tang Hao, you have so many questions, why should I tell you?"

Wang Zhao's lips curled up slightly, and he simply stopped being polite to this guy and called him by his name.

Although, his previous title of Tang Hao was just a mockery.

The last move he used was the Necromantic Magic Withering Technique. The effect was that it could directly consume the enemy's soul and vitality, and it could also have a corrosive effect on the enemy's body. Of course, it had a time limit.

The necromantic magic used now is called Blood Curse!

The effect is that it will not cause any direct harm to Tang Hao, but it will make every subsequent wound that Tang Hao receives from Wang Zhao become more serious. Compared with Wang Zhao's first martial soul, Golden Scale's second soul skill, Somewhat similar, but the effect is significantly stronger.

The negative BUFF has been applied to Tang Hao, so naturally the next step is to start stacking attacks.

Wang Zhao thought and raised the Holy Scythe of the Dead high, and suddenly swung a gray light blade towards Tang Hao in the air. Then, before the light blade could hit Tang Hao, Wang Zhao slightly He turned around, swung the Holy Scythe of the Dead with a very strange movement to change direction, then slashed out a second light blade, and then continued to turn around...

The third way, the fourth way, the fifth way...

Gradually, the number of gray light blades that exuded a strong death aura but were strangely as warm as light seemed to be endless, overwhelming and flooding towards Tang Hao, making it impossible for Tang Hao to avoid it.

A series of extremely sharp gray light blades cut into Tang Hao's body, and the blood curse continued to work at the same time, instantly turning him into a bloody man. Fortunately, Tang Hao didn't react for a while, but he instinctively protected himself in a hurry. There was something on the head and lower body, and then the Haotian Body Protector, the secret skill of the Haotian Sect, appeared... Otherwise, I don't know if something like "the little bell falling" would happen. .

Under the protection of the "Haotian Body Protector", Tang Hao reluctantly activated his ninth healing soul skill again. While recovering from his injuries, he cast his solemn gaze through the endless gray light blade outside the Haotian Body Protector. In the void not far away, Wang Zhao's figure was constantly changing.

Wang Zhao's current state gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

I seem to have seen it...

"Chaos cloak hammering technique?"

When Tang Hao thought of this, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, his eyes full of surprise and anger.

What the hell? !

At this time, Wang Zhao saw Tang Hao, who was protected by Haotian's body shield and could do nothing for a while, and stopped moving without being discouraged. Instead, he waved the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand more vigorously.

He did not forget his venomous words: "Tang Hao, you have a good sense."

"What I'm performing now is really my own soul skill. Of course, I borrowed a lot from your Haotian Sect's secret skill, the Rebellion Cloak Hammering Technique."

"Oh, by the way, you don't know yet, right? In order to survive under the iron cavalry of my Wuhun Palace, your Haotian Sect surrendered all of your Haotian Sect's secret skills. Including but not limited to the random cloak hammer technique. , Haotian Jiujue... and even that something, the Great Sumeru Hammer."

"Haha~"

After listening to Wang Zhao's words, Tang Hao finally couldn't help it anymore and showed his classic expression——

His eyes were red and he was panting like a cow!

However, he did not fall into anger for too long, because he suddenly thought of a certain feature of the random cloak hammering technique...

Haotian's body shield seems to be gradually becoming unstable and showing signs of breaking.

The gray light blades outside the cover are getting denser and denser, and their intensity is gradually increasing.

Could it be that.

Wang Zhao has mastered the essence of this self-created soul skill that imitates the random cloak hammering technique? !

Thinking of this, Tang Hao couldn't help but widen his eyes.

At the same time, Wang Zhao held the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and his aura instantly reached its peak.