What abilities does the fisherman use when he doesn't see the straw hat?

Wang Hao's Five Finger Mountain, the attack from the mental power hit him, and the attack from the Eye of Nirvana did not have any effect on him.

The straw hat fisherman said, "Brother, your attack is not very powerful! To be honest, I am still a little disappointed."

That being said, a stunning look flashed through the straw hat fisherman's eyes... If he hadn't made another small breakthrough recently, he would have been defeated by Wang Hao.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes. After a moment, a colorless sword energy of more than an inch size flew out of Wang Hao's hand.

The straw-hat fisherman was very alert. The sword aura emitted by Wang Hao was extraordinary and he had to avoid his sharp edge.

He took off the immortal weapon and quickly retreated, while waves of water spreading from his body to the surroundings.

The Cun Sword paused slightly, then pierced the water-like void fluctuations, and the next moment it hit the straw-hat fisherman.

The straw hat fisherman smiled and said, "Brother, you are very good."

After saying that, he was silent for a moment and reminded him: "The great disaster is coming, and your cultivation is still low."

"There is a last chance for the ancient miracle, you have to seize it."

"Puff~" The straw hat fisherman's imprint was broken into countless spots of light.

Wang Hao’s heart was heavy, is the catastrophe coming soon?

He clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination and said, "I want to seize all opportunities to become stronger, so that I can protect the people I care about when the catastrophe comes... and suppress the catastrophe."

The most powerful straw hat fairy weapon here flew to Wang Hao after the fisherman's mark disappeared.

As soon as Wang Hao touched the straw hat fairy weapon, the straw hat fairy weapon turned into a yellow rain of light, leaving behind a black voice transmission.

"Brother, immortal weapons and other things are all external objects. You can't control them. Only by becoming stronger is the most real one."

"Your brother, I, in order not to let you go on a wrong path, I deliberately ruined my straw hat before leaving."

"Hahaha……"

Wang Hao's face paused, feeling a little sad. The straw hat fairy weapon was real, but it was destroyed by the black-bellied fisherman!

He lost a powerful immortal weapon in vain!

After a moment, he calmed down and his thoughts flew.

So... the straw hat fisherman is still alive? Are the owners of other immortal weapons... still alive?

Suddenly, endless blood light burst out from the huge eyeballs, and these blood lights built a blood-red bridge in the sky.

On this bridge, there are dozens of monsters of different shapes at first glance.

What made the geniuses suddenly shrink was that the aura emitted by these dozens of monsters was actually at the level of the Martial Saint!

At this moment, dozens of monsters with different appearances opened their blood-red eyes at the same time.

"boom!"

Dozens of inner self-dharmas that are as high as the sky gather together and collapse a large area of ​​void.

Black chaotic gases floated out of the collapsed void, and the geniuses changed drastically. Any slight chaotic gas leaking from the void could destroy them hundreds of times in an instant.

Fortunately, there is a Blood-Red Demon Bridge blocking it, and monsters in the chaotic gas and Martial Saint realm cannot come out.

A cold voice sounded.

"The ancient magic bridge, those who cross the bridge have a 10% chance of breaking through the Dao Martial Saint's realm from a half-step Martial Saint."

"Now, please make a choice. If you want to cross the ancient magic bridge, stand to the left of the magic bridge, and choose to leave the ancient miracle and stand to the right of the magic bridge."

Wang Hao and Zhao Ling'er looked at each other, and when they saw the firmness in Wang Hao's eyes, she persuaded: "The probability is only 10% that breaks through the Taoist Martial Saint... This probability is too small... Don't be impulsive, we can use time to cultivate our cultivation."

"I believe that with your talent, you can break through the Taoist Martial Saint in less than ten years."

Wang Hao shook his head. The scene he saw in the Burning Dihuo and what the straw hat fisherman said just now made him believe that the catastrophe was about to come.

He doesn't have time to go to the water mill to cultivate...

Zhao Ling'er's eyes were red in anxiety, and a soft light flashed in Wang Hao's eyes, and he said freely: "Don't worry, my strength is much stronger than you think."

"I can't guarantee that I can break through the ancient magic bridge, but at least I can save my life."

...

The right side of the ancient magic bridge is bustling and bustling, while the left side of the ancient magic bridge is Wang Hao.

"Wang Hao, don't be impulsive. With your talent, you can become a Martial Saint in less than twenty years."

“No need to take such risks…”

Qin Zhengtian frowned and advised.

Wang Hao smiled back, and Qin Zhengtian did not persuade him when he saw the firm light in Wang Hao's eyes.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes were slightly red, and she said to the surrounding void: "Can I stay the will of the ancient miracle, and watch him cross the magic bridge?"

The geniuses' eyes were slightly condensed and they also wanted to know this answer.

But to their disappointment, the cold machinery sound did not sound again.

Suddenly, Wang Hao moved, and he walked from the left side of the magic bridge to the right side of the magic bridge.

"Wang Hao, have you changed your mind?" someone exclaimed, and a hint of joy appeared on Zhao Linger's face.

When Wang Hao was about to step out of the left side of the Magic Bridge, he stood still, looking at the crowd of people on the right side of the Magic Bridge with endless murderous aura.

Everyone followed his eyes and a bald young man was trembling, his mouth couldn't help but tremble.

The bald young man hugged his head, squatted down suddenly, and kept shouting: "Wang Hao, I didn't mess with you, don't kill me!"

Qian Yiming, who was hiding behind the bald young man, was exposed. He explained to Wang Hao with a pale face and repeatedly: "Wang Hao, I didn't deal with you..."

Wang Hao pointed a finger gently, and a black finger instantly penetrated Qian Yiming's forehead, and Qian Yiming's begging for mercy came to an abrupt end.

Wang Hao snorted coldly, he would not let anyone who had murderous intentions go to him... and eliminate the root cause!

Bai Luoluo, who had a pair of ponytails on her head, turned pale with a small face. She was extremely glad that she did not show hostility towards Wang Hao, and Li Ying next to her was the same.

At this moment, a firm idea emerged in their minds. When they went out, they must persuade the old antiques in the clan to not deal with Wang Hao... Wang Hao was too terrible in terms of means and talent...

“Buzz ~”

A wave of fairy light fell into the crowd on the right side of the ancient magic bridge. Qin Zhengtian, Bai Luoluo and other human geniuses gradually became illusory, and they were teleportation.

Wang Hao waved his hands repeatedly to Zhao Ling'er with his back to him... The fairy light suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the sky here, and the geniuses of the human race were teleported out of ancient miracles.

After the scorching sunlight dimmed, only black and red darkness remained here... Wang Hao stood alone on the left side of the ancient magic bridge.

A huge red sunflower suddenly opened a mouth that was bloodier than a wild beast, and said sarcastically: "Boy, you want to cross the Magic Bridge with your half-step Martial Saint's cultivation... Go home and have a breastfeeding."

An ominous creature, with endless black demonic energy surging all over his body, said in a low and hoarse voice: "Enter my demonic path, I will give you the cultivation of the Martial Saint!"

A strange doll not far away made a sharp and terrifying sound.

"God, don't snatch me. After so many years, a little guy came in and died... This time I will make him a half-life doll."

The weird rag doll turned around suddenly, bringing out a series of dry human-shaped bones. The red doll stared at Wang Hao with its black eye sockets...

...Number of monsters of the Martial Saint-level collapsed in the void with every move.

Wang Hao took a deep breath, then strode to the ancient magic bridge.

"Buzz!"

Wang Hao's external appearance appeared behind him, and the sword energy of more than an inch hovered in front of him, with no color.

"Boom~"

The inch sword attacked the huge inner self-image of the red sunflower, and the red sunflower instantly became red.

"Boy, I have two brushes." The red sunflower was shocked. The power of this sword energy was extremely powerful, and he needed to use most of his divine power to offset it.

A disappointment flashed through Wang Hao's eyes. The idea of ​​defeating the primary Martial Saint Red Sunflower with the second inch sword of the Wilderness Six Styles is still too naive.

Although the half-step Martial Saint and the Martial Saint are only half a step away, this half step is like a natural barrier.

The gap between the half-step Martial Saint and the Martial Saint is like the gap between humans and celestial immortals.

The most intuitive thing is that the half-step Martial Saint is not out of the category of Emperor Wu, and his external Dharma image is in a semi-illusory and semi-real state.

And the inner self-nature of the Martial Saint is extremely real!

Wang Hao thought to himself that perhaps only by practicing the third style of Huangtian’s sixth style can he attack the Martial Saint with a half-step Martial Saint.

He looked at the dozens of primary martial arts monsters on the magic bridge. Those monsters seemed to have their own range of activities and could not get out of that range of activities, so Wang Hao didn't have to worry about being besieged.

He could fight alone with those monsters one by one. Wang Hao calmed down and used all the means... Cun Sword, mental hammer, Wuzhishan, etc. continued to fight against the Red Sunflower.

Half a day later, Wang Hao was covered in blood and stood on the corpse of the red sunflower.

The red sunflower was fought to death by Wang Hao, and Wang Hao had reached his limit at this time. His body was shaking and his eyelids couldn't help but thrust down.

Wang Hao's mental power and flesh and blood power were consumed by him, and he was in a state of extreme fatigue. It seemed that he would fall to the ground and fall asleep the next moment.

Suddenly, Wang Hao's eyes suddenly condensed, and the corpse of the red sunflower on the ground gradually became illusory.

He couldn't believe that the battle just now was so real, with a punch to the flesh. Could it be that the red sunflower and the junior martial saint monsters behind were all illusory?
To be continued...