Chapter 769 (2/2)

”What a big voice!” The friar burst out with a burst of water. In the roar, countless sword blades whirled around his body, setting off a storm, as if to tear Jiang Hao completely.

The monk's eyes trembled. He slowly raised his hand and pointed to Jiang Hao. He spoke faintly: ”go.”

At an order, the endless sword blade rushed towards Jiang Hao, and the pressure filled the whole space. It was from the monk. He wanted to suppress Jiang Hao's speed, but he couldn't avoid it.

In the face of the wave like sword, Jiang Hao still did not move, he did not want to escape, pressure came, no effect on him.

Jiang Hao's arms suddenly stretched out, and when his index finger popped out, there was a silver light on his arm. At this moment, his arms seemed to turn into giant swords, shaking and buzzing. A startling sword idea enveloped the whole space, making people suffocate.

Those flying swords, in front of them, seem to be awed by the idea of the sky shaking sword. Their speed slows down, and the sound of click and click comes out continuously.

The swords, all broken and powdered, dissipated completely in the air.

Jiang Hao's arms, the shadow of the huge sword, had already formed, and stabbed at the monk's throat.

The monk was shocked. At this moment, he was very afraid. He wanted to escape, but he found that he could not step forward.

The huge sword was about to stab the monk's throat. His face was pale, and he didn't even have the strength to kneel down to beg for mercy. Jiang Hao in front of him was like a god of killing. He was completely desperate. His anger and determination just now seemed to be a laughing stock of his own.

The old man's understanding of Jiang Hao was further deepened by the repeated killing and felling. He even began to feel a strong curiosity about his life experience. What kind of demon was this!

The huge sword stuck to the monk's throat and did not stab it.

Jiang Hao looked at the despairing face in front of him, and said faintly, ”you and I have no grudge, and I don't need to take your life.”

With that, Jiang Hao took back the sword and held out his hand.

The man's eyes twinkled as if there were tears. His arms were shaking. He took out the treasure in his arms and handed it to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao picked up the treasure and took a look. It was a scale with warm air flowing out. There were exquisite patterns on it. It should be extraordinary.

”Let's make a deal.” Jiang Hao looked at the scales in his hand and said seriously.”What?” The monk in front of him was a little listless and seemed to have no strength to resist.

”Is this scale important to you?” Jiang Hao asked again.

The monk's eyes gradually brightened, and he didn't want to hide it. Jiang Hao's words sounded like a turnaround. Maybe sincerity is the best way to face him.