Chapter 772 (2/2)

This young man is so bold that he dares to provoke anything. This time, we should see how you can escape.

”It's a pity to be so young.” Some people regret that even if there is a God coming, it is difficult to save.

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Hao's fingers pointed to the sky, and his figure had no intention of dodging.

”Go away!”

In all the people's minds buzzing, a voice came out, which contains the killing, full of disdain, that is the voice of Jiang Hao.

After the sound came out, the huge sword hummed. Half a finger above Jiang Hao's head, it stopped instantly, and suddenly turned into powder and dispersed with the wind.

This word, like thunder, reverberates in the space, but also explodes in people's minds.

Everyone looked at this scene, the eyes are thick incredible, this scene, unpredictable.

What magic power does this young man have that he can smash the giant sword!

Jiang Hao turned around faintly. There was blood in his pupils. There was blood flashing. There was no fighting. But he seemed to kill God. When everyone looked at his eyes, his brain hummed.

No one knows that Jiang Hao's blood is actually the blood of the son of heaven. When he looks at the stone statue, he resonates. He tells the stone statue with his own blood that he is the descendant of the stone statue.

The moment the sword fell, it was a kind of performance of protection. Jiang Hao found that the stone statue was sentimental and lifelike, and the emperor would not kill his descendants.

The blood color in his pupils soon disappeared. Jiang Hao walked across the river and came to the Bank of the river. He called to the tiger three: ”wait here. The ancestors said that you won't let you come.”

Jiang Hao finished, turned and walked inside.

A young man's back, in the eyes of all people shocked, gradually melted into the thick fog.

”This! How on earth can this be done! ” Qianhe and qianshang are both surprised. If they are under the giant sword, I'm afraid they have already disappeared.

Everyone looked at the direction of the young man's departure and thought of his walking stick, and his heart was more and more broken. He was not only unable to cross the river, but also competed with him. I'm afraid there is no chance of winning.