Chapter 2457: Minghong Saint

In the pavilion, Luo Heitian watched the saint leaving the Nine Nether Conference.
He frowned, as if he thought it was not that simple.
"Is it possible that he can even count this? Impossible!"
Luo Heitian frowned, "If not, why would he think he has such self-confidence, but it is still right!"
"If it continues, this Qin Hao, it's impossible to say that he can really get the first place in the Nine Nether Heavens Conference."
Luo Heitian was unbelievable. If Qin Xuan gambled against him before, he was afraid that the mixed saint was dissatisfied with the recklessness of the Jiuyou family and quit the war.
However, Qin Xuan's self-confident words made Luo Hetian couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"Or, what kind of background does Qin Hao have to win the second stage of the saint?"
Luo Heitian was muttering, he was watching the Nine Nether Heavens Conference, as if he wanted to wait for a result.
As time passed, the war continued.
No matter what Qin Hao did, the Jiuyou Tongtian Conference could not stop.
However, the rest of the battle caused Jiu You Family to constrain a lot.
They didn't seem to be deliberately arranging Qin Hao to fight the saint, but it was in the top twenty, Qin Hao met the saint after all.
"Venerable Haotian, Bi, convict ghost saint!"
"Give up!"
Opposite Qin Hao, the ghost judge sage held a book of darkness in his hand and slowly nodded to Qin Hao.
He is not strong, the sages that Qin Hao defeated before are all stronger than him, plus, he is slightly dissatisfied with the Jiuyou family, why be this villain blocking the way.
Qin Hao was startled slightly, and then he saluted, "Thank you!"
Jiuyou Mingkong was full of anger, but helpless.
Battles are still going on, but with Qin Hao's strength, ordinary saints in the first stage of the saint are not Qin Hao's opponents at all.
And his luck seemed to be extremely good, and it was not the turn of the remaining saint who was in the second stage of sanctification.
After breaking through and cutting the general, Qin Hao also went through several battles and fought against the saint. In the end, he actually came to the decisive battle.
This is almost the end, the last battle, only Qin Hao, and the sage of the second stage of sanctification have never been defeated.
This battle is almost enough to determine the final result.
All around, sentient beings, all saints are staring at Qin Hao.
"Xianzun Haotian, Bi, Saint Minghong!"
The creature wearing the costumes of the Jiuyou family slowly spoke.
He was also solemn, looking at the top of the ring.
A dark horse, and a saint in the second stage of sanctification, if nothing happens, the outcome has already been determined.
But... the previous example of a saint in the world is enough to make people speculate.
On Qin Hao's arms, the shroud was firmly bound, and behind him, two scarlet and silver holy spears that had been raised by the emperor slowly fell into his palm.
Standing with two guns, he stared at the end of the ring with a pair of eyes.
On that side, there was only one person, walking slowly into the ring with his back cut.
This is a man with no feet under his feet, like a ghost, but his face and body are as real.
He slowly fell thousands of feet away from Qin Hao, a pair of pale red eyes staring at Qin Hao.
"Haotian Immortal Venerable!"
Saint Ming Hong spoke up, and after slowly he took out the half-emperor's soldier with a black body and a ghost pattern.
"Hunshi saints can admit defeat, but it doesn't mean that everyone will do it!"
"Don't be too lucky!"
Saint Minghong slowly said: "That imperial medicine may be the chance for me to enter the third hurdle, I will not abandon it!"
"This battle, you surrender!"
His words were plain, but his complexion changed suddenly.
However, some people are also sighing, they have long expected it.
Regardless of sympathy or admiration, in front of Teiyaku, there is nothing left.
For example, there are only a few of the creatures of the saints who have confessed to Qin Hao before, and most of them have entered here because they admit that they are invincible.
They always have too much shame on the Saint Minghong. This is the truth. For a little dissatisfaction, to abandon the Nine Nether World Tournament is not smart, but because of this, this behavior is enough to make people admire.
Qin Hao looked at Saint Minghong, "I should be grateful to the Saint, but even if it is a battle, I am not afraid!"
"If you admit defeat, that's it, please!"
In Qin Hao's eyes, a ray of warfare intent faintly ignited, but the saint Minghong did shook his head and smiled.
"Finally, let you know the gap between the second level of semi-sage and sanctification!"
At the sound of the sound, the figure of the Ming Hong saint had disappeared in an instant.
Because of his footlessness, there were no waves rising from under him. In an instant, Qin Hao went into a crisis, and his whole body suddenly tightened.
In the next instant, in front of Qin Hao, a black sword had already been cut down.
Qin Hao had already reacted extremely quickly. In an instant, he held his two spears to block, but even so, his body was also submerged by the vast sword light at this instant.
"With the body of a wandering soul, he was a saint in swordsmanship. He was an ancient saint who was confined in the forbidden area alone. Although he has no blood and no background, he can get to this step, which is enough to prove his strength and talent!" In the pavilion, Luo Heitian looked at Saint Na Minghong and commented.
"If nothing happens, Qin Hao should be defeated!"
In his gaze, that sword glow, which was 40,000 miles long, completely swallowed Qin Hao.
Not only Luo Hetian, but all sentient beings fell into silence.
The power of this sword, even the first level of the ordinary saint, can't be blocked.
Even if the Haotian Immortal Venerable is a monster of strength, it is still hard to compare to the second level of Sainthood.
The vast sword light faded away, and Qin Hao's body appeared in everyone's eyes.
I saw Qin Hao, covered in cuts and bruises, and on his body, there were scars slashed by sword qi, some scars, even deep bones.
His clothes were ragged and he was half kneeling on the ground.
Qin Hao slowly raised his head and stared at the saint Minghong.
Saint Ming Hong did not pursue the victory, but looked at Qin Hao in the distance.
"This sword, you can tell the difference!?"
The faint holy voice, like the sound of ten thousand swords, merged into Qin Hao's ears.
In front of Qin Hao's eyes, as if stained with blood, his teeth clenched, and the blue veins on his forehead were faintly exposed.
Semi-Holy, after all, there is too much difference with this second level of entering the holy.
No matter how he accumulates his heritage, after all, it is hard to compare.
But...being holy! ?
His Qin Hao was one step short of it after all, and even he himself didn't know where this step was.
Otherwise, with the resources he has accumulated, he should have already been sanctified.
"What about the gap?"
Qin Hao abruptly got up, supporting his body with two spears in his hands, and the five words in his mouth seemed to express his meaning.
It is the difference between heaven and earth, and what is there to fear.
In the next instant, from Qin Hao's forehead, a rune suddenly appeared.
This rune appeared, and the world moved sensationally.
As if the heavens and the earth are humming together, even the vast Naihe bridge and the whirlpool of reincarnation are moving faintly.
The endless power of heaven and earth, at this moment, seemed like a frenzy, borrowing this rune, pouring into Qin Hao's body.
On Qin Hao's body, runes that were almost cracked appeared.
"Father, I'm sorry!"
In Qin Hao's heart, if he screamed, this was passed on to him by his father, and could not be used until the moment of crisis.
Forbidden law, borrow time!
After the power of heaven and earth surging wildly, what appeared next to it was that like a sky bridge...
The vastness of heaven!