Chapter 123 Get out of the way or die

The guard general Xia Mingxuan's expression visibly stiffened, as if he didn't expect Han Yang to speak so bluntly.

After hesitating for a moment, Xia Mingxuan whispered: "Does your Majesty know that the person you want to kill comes from Duantian Pavilion, one of the eight gates of Nanyang?"

"Oh? It seems that you know who I want to kill, then you should know why I want to kill people, get out of the way!"

Han Yang's tone became colder.

Xia Mingxuan did not retreat, but continued: "If you kill people from Duantian Pavilion, and a dispute arises between the two sects, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain..."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Han Yang interrupted Xia Mingxuan.

Xia Mingxuan said hurriedly: "I don't dare! I just hope that you can be more cautious and not cause unnecessary disputes..."

Han Yang sneered and said: "This is really interesting. A mere guard general is actually more worried about causing disputes between the two sects than me, a direct descendant of the Yuan Sect..."

Xia Mingxuan sensed something was wrong in Han Yang's tone, and was about to say a few more words of persuasion when he heard Han Yang's cold voice.

"Get out of the way, or die!"

Xia Mingxuan was startled and looked at Han Yang in disbelief, almost thinking that his ears had heard wrongly.

Zheng!

Han Yang flicked his finger and unsheathed the Snow Sword half an inch.

The cold sword light made Xia Mingxuan's body stiffen.

Han Yang's toughness was completely beyond his expectation.

"My personal successor, please listen to my explanation... There are distinguished guests in the City Lord's Mansion now. Once you have a conflict with Duantian Pavilion and disturb the distinguished guests, then..."

Xia Mingxuan bit the bullet and wanted Han Yang to give in.

"Haha... I admire your courage. Not many people can face death calmly..."

A faint smile suddenly appeared on Han Yang's face.

Xia Mingxuan felt chills all over his body, he stepped hard on the ground, stepped back seven or eight feet, and returned to the centurion team.

At that moment, he clearly felt Han Yang's killing intent.

The young man in front of him could really kill him!

"The fact that I am here represents the dual will of the city lord's palace and the guarding general's palace. This personal disciple, please think twice!"

Xia Mingxuan held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and shouted solemnly.

Han Yang ignored Xia Mingxuan and looked at the Centurion.

"You! Choose to get out of the way or die with him!"

The sound was like a knife, and the sound of gold and jade vibrated, resounding in all directions.

All the officers and soldiers headed by the centurion changed their colors.

They never thought that someone would dare to challenge them in the Black City.

While they were still in shock, Han Yang had already stepped forward.

There is no majestic momentum, just one step forward.

But the Centurion couldn't help but take a step back.

With the momentum of one person, he can suppress hundreds of people.

Xia Mingxuan's face was extremely ugly, but he knew that he could not retreat.

Once Han Yang really breaks into Yuelai Inn, it will definitely ruin the city lord's affairs.

Gritting his teeth, Xia Mingxuan drew his sword in his hand and shouted: "Even if you are a direct descendant of the Yuan Clan, you cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately in my black city. If you want to kill people indiscriminately, then just step over my corpse..."

Before he finished speaking, a white figure suddenly appeared.

The sword light lit up.

Before he even had time to react, his neck was cut off with a knife.

Until his death, Xia Mingxuan stared in disbelief.

He seemed to not believe that Han Yang dared to kill him, the guarding general, in front of so many people.

It wasn't until the sound of Xia Mingxuan's head rolling that the hundreds of people around him were awakened.

Herod!

The war horse also roared belatedly.

The horse's hooves were raised high, as if they were about to step towards Han Yang.

"Get out of the way, or die!"

Han Yang's voice sounded again.

This time, no one will doubt Han Yang's determination.

The guarding general Xia Mingxuan has used his own life to prove Han Yang's courage.

The Centurions retreated subconsciously.

The sound of armor clashing sounded a little hasty.

Just when everyone thought that the city guards were about to retreat, the centurion suddenly drew his sword and roared, "This person assassinated my Heicheng Town garrison general. He must have pretended to be a direct descendant of Yuanmen. Kill him and avenge the garrison general! "

Several of the chiefs around him actually raised their swords at the same time and roared: "Kill him and avenge the guarding general!"

The soldiers of the Centurion seemed to be aroused, and they raised their spears one by one and pointed them at Han Yang.

A cold feeling flashed in Han Yang's heart.

The centurion knew that it was impossible to stop him with just a hundred Body Tempering Realm soldiers, but he still insisted on his own way.

It was obviously a bet that Han Yang would not dare to go on a killing spree and kill all these one hundred people.

If Han Yang really massacred the centurion guarding the General's Mansion, the court would never turn a deaf ear.

Even if Han Yang is a direct descendant of the Yuan clan, he will be punished by the court and have to face the wall for at least a few years.

However, the centurion seemed to have misjudged one thing, and that was Han Yang's strength.

Almost as soon as the centurions and chiefs finished speaking, Han Yang disappeared again.

When he reappeared, he was already on top of the centurion's horse.

Touch your toes lightly, Han Yang is as light as a feather.

The centurion was frightened out of his wits by Han Yang's ghostly speed. Just when he was about to say something, the light of his sword was already on.

Blood splattered everywhere.

A head flew high into the air.

boom!

The horse's head was also exploded by the huge force, and Han Yang's figure disappeared again.

puff!

With the blessing of Huanyunbu, Han Yang's figure flashed back and forth on the war horse.

Every time he shows up, he takes a life.

It takes less than two breaths.

When Han Yang returned to the ground again, the Centurion and several other commanders who had instigated the Centurion's revenge with him were all killed.

The blood on the blade flowed along the blade to the ground.

Han Yang's voice sounded again.

"Get out of the way, or die!"

Boom!

Neat footsteps sounded.

The centurions retreated in unison again.

These city guards, the strongest people you can see on weekdays, are the guarding generals and city lords.

But compared with the Yuanmen disciples who were dressed in white before them, these two people were like ants.

This direct descendant of the Yuan Sect is simply an invincible killer.

No one can stop him from striking out.

Wow!

The sound of armor scraping came and went, and the centurions kept retreating.

Although there were many of them, they did not dare to face that lone figure in white.

retreat!

Back again and again.

In the end, everyone retreated to both sides of the street, as if they were lined up to welcome Han Yang, who was dressed in white, leading the little girl in a red wedding dress to the Yuelai Inn.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized why Nine Cities was under the control of Yuanmen.

The warriors of Nine Cities are ordinary.

Yuanmen warriors are already transcendent and unlike human beings.

One of his direct disciples rode as many as a thousand and killed the city guards who had been raised in the black city with a lot of money.

The centurions were frightened by the killing.

The expressions of the ordinary people watching around him changed, and their moods were particularly complicated.

In the Black City, known as the city of commerce, they have become accustomed to the fact that money can make all the difference.

Until today, they discovered that all their wealth was worthless in the face of absolute force.

Respect martial arts!

These four words were engraved in the souls of all onlookers through Han Yang's knife.