Chaos Emperor System

"Give it to them. (∧⑴中文网┡ ⒈)" Ye Hao ignored it and sat down on the chair and said softly.

Now that I am at the first level of Wu Wang, I can kill people by leapfrogging, even at the fifth level of Wu Wang. With my blood-stained armor and blood-stained double knives, I can already use all my strength. Even at the peak of Wu Wang, Ye Hao also believes war.

Most of these nearly a hundred officials are only at the level of Marquis Wu. Although there are more than ten at the level of King Wu, they are all at the beginning level of King Wu. Ye Hao is confident that he will kill all of them.

Since you want to pretend, you have to pretend to the end.

Ye Hao took out nearly a hundred spirit weapons from the space and threw them on the ground: "Choose yourself, if you can defeat me, these spirit weapons are all yours."

"My God, so many spiritual artifacts."

On the continent of all nations, there is no one who does not know about spiritual weapons. Seeing that Ye Hao didn't care so much, he threw out hundreds of spiritual weapons, and everyone swallowed in unison.

Not to mention these people, even these officials are envious when they look at the spiritual artifacts in this place.

Although they were from the Marquis in the past, the Marquis of Qian belonged to a weak and small Marquis, and there was no spirit weapon to give them. The good spirit weapons were all used by the royal children, so how could it be their turn.

After a while, the spirit artifacts on the ground were snatched away. Spiritual weapons can increase their combat effectiveness, and grabbing a handy spiritual weapon will increase their chances of survival.

"Go to the dog emperor." A minister of the third rank of Marquis Wu suddenly attacked Ye Hao's back while everyone was holding the spiritual weapon and couldn't put it down.

"careful!"

Xie Chunyu shouted worriedly in his heart. Hearing Ye Chunyu's voice, everyone realized that they were worried about Ye Hao.

Ye Hao didn't even look behind him, as if he had eyes behind him, the blood-stained double knives in his hands stabbed back at a critical moment, hitting the chest of the person who wanted to sneak attack him.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and really broke into a cold sweat for Ye Hao.

Ye Hao picked up the spirit weapon on the ground lightly, and the spirit weapon flew to Jiang Li in an instant: "You performed well, you have been promoted to the third rank, and this spirit weapon is rewarded to you."

Jiang Li couldn't believe his ears, he stared blankly at the spiritual weapon in front of him: "Give it to me?"

Soon Jiang Li realized,

Amid the envy of everyone, he knelt on the ground excitedly: "Thank you, Lord."

"Brothers, let's do it together." Seeing that Ye Hao was so relaxed, he killed a person on his side, a first-rank Martial King, and suddenly shouted.

This first-rank Wu Wang still has a certain status among the crowd. Hearing his words, everyone began to surround Ye Hao from all sides.

"Seventy-two kills."

Ye Hao used martial arts, quickly used the butterfly shadow step, and rushed to the person closest to him.

"First knife."

Ye Hao's blood-stained double knives easily slashed across a person's body. Before that person could react, he realized why he couldn't move anymore.

"My God, what a fast speed, what a fast knife technique."

Everyone looked at Ye Hao's blurred figure in surprise, like a butterfly king, dancing among the crowd, bringing waves of blood rain.

"The twelfth knife."

Every time Ye Hao swung a knife, he would take away a person's life, and said coldly at the same time.

"Ah, where is he, I can't catch him at all." Many people can only see Ye Hao's figure, they can't catch up with Ye Hao at all, they can only wave their weapons randomly.

"The thirteenth knife."

"The fourteenth knife."

 …

Ye Hao's cold, devil-like voice kept ringing in everyone's ears, driving them crazy.

"It turns out that killing people can be so beautiful."

Many young girls were full of enthusiasm, looked at Ye Hao's handsome figure, and said with nympho worship.

"Thirty-sixth knife."

At this time, thirty-six corpses had been lying on the ground, including the Wu Wang who spoke at the beginning, whose body was split in half by Ye Hao.

At first, everyone expected that when Ye Hao was exhausted and rushed forward, who knew that Ye Hao would become stronger as he fought.

It's just that they don't know that the Seventy-two Fist of Death, renamed by Ye Hao as Seventy-two Swords of Death, is much stronger than before, and with the butterfly shadow footwork, it is even more powerful.

Seventy-two swords, the first sword is the weakest, one sword is stronger than one sword, and the last sword can even increase the combat power by ten times, so they want to exhaust Ye Hao's physical strength, it is pure wishful thinking.

"Brothers, run separately, and exhaust the dog emperor's physical strength first."

I don't know who it is, suddenly shouted loudly, everyone thought it made sense, and quickly dispersed around.

"Forty-fifth knife."

Ye Hao seemed to have lost consciousness, and he had already merged with the blood-stained swords in his hands. No matter where people ran, he could quickly catch up and make a knife.

"Could this be the unity of human and sword?" Xie Chunyu thought in surprise.

"Why, I feel like the knife is alive, it's like my left hand and right arm." Ye Hao kept killing people, thinking in his heart that he had never felt this way before.

"The seventieth knife."

"Come on, brothers, he killed seventy-two knives, only two knives left."

The few remaining officials of the King of Wu shouted excitedly, because Ye Hao said seventy-two knives, and each knives would take a person's life. Now it has reached the seventieth knives, that is to say, there are still two knives left , Ye Hao can't do it.

As for myself and others, there are nearly 20 people left, and they are all the strongest, otherwise they would not have survived to the end.

"Seventy-two knives, why do I feel that there are moves behind it." Ye Hao seemed to have found something, only a layer of window paper was missing, and he could feel it. He felt that the seventy-second knives were not the strongest. That move seems to be more powerful.

Every time he uses a move, he gets closer to the next move, but the closer he is to that move, Ye Hao is afraid that this feeling will suddenly happen, and he will never be able to touch that move again.

But Ye Hao didn't give up until the Yellow River. He obviously didn't use martial arts, so he killed these people, but he just wanted to grasp that move...

"The seventy-first knife." Ye Hao killed a person again, but he didn't care at all. He was always looking for that move in his heart, and he didn't know it at all. Everyone had already surrounded him.

"The seventy-second knife."

Ye Hao killed a person again, and suddenly stopped in place, frowning: "What is this trick, why I still haven't caught it..."

Ye Hao stood still, which really shocked the rest of the people. But now that Ye Hao just stayed where he was, everyone was overjoyed, they clenched their weapons tightly and killed Ye Hao.

Twenty people surrounded Ye Hao, and the weapons in their hands were raised at the same time. If they fell, Ye Hao would be chopped into pieces.

"My lord, it's dangerous."

Seeing this scene, all the people raised their hearts. They didn't know why Ye Hao froze in place at this critical moment.

"I see."

Ye Hao suddenly opened his eyes, with wild joy on his face. (To be continued.)