Chapter 147 Why is a man so charming?

Liangjie Mountain is a hundred miles away.

Han Yang was lying on the top of the box, resting his hands on his head and looking up at the sky, his eyes a little blurry.

On the roof of another car, Li Xuanyu was hanging on a rope, holding a gourd and drinking wine.

The rope clings tightly to the delicate body, outlining a graceful body with graceful curves and perfect figure, which is enough for both men and women to kill.

Of course, except for Han Yang, no one in the entire escort team dared to take a second look at her.

It was this female swordsman who not long ago easily killed the second major master of Qi Gathering in Duantian Pavilion with one sword strike.

After that sword strike, all the soldiers of the city guard worshiped Li Xuanyu as a god and did not dare to blaspheme the female swordswoman with their own eyes.

Han Yang looked back and smiled a little when he saw the naive Li Xuanyu.

I don't know if this woman was seriously injured and had to drink to suppress the injury, or if she just liked drinking.

I never saw her stop drinking.

Even when sleeping, he hugs the wine gourd.

"Master!"

Da da da da, Tan Mingzhi urged the black flame horse and came to Han Yang's side.

Only the Hidden World Sect can tame and control monsters like the Black Flame Horse.

There is no such thing in Yuanmen Nine Cities.

Tan Mingzhi took over Kou Zhong's horse thanks to Han Yang's blessing.

"Ahead is Liangjie Mountain. The bandits here are very rampant. Do you think we should change our camp somewhere?"

Tan Mingzhi asked respectfully.

He also had troubles to express.

Dragging an injured body, not only escorting this incredible wealth, but also having to accommodate Mr. Han's temperament at all times.

I have obviously said it many times that the two worlds are not peaceful, but I am so talented and bold that I don't take it seriously at all.

Han Yang said with a smile: "Tan City Lord, don't you think that this place has a quiet environment, mountains and rivers, and it is a geomantic treasure?"

"Uh...hehehe..."

Talk about knowingly smiling.

Feng shui treasure land is not a good word, it is usually associated with tombs.

At this time, Han Yang's nose twitched and he chuckled: "These cock-crowding and dog-robbers are really impatient. Are they going to take action before we can set up camp?"

Tan Mingming's body stiffened and he looked around hurriedly, but found nothing unusual at all.

Just when he was about to ask in detail, Han Yang suddenly jumped up from the roof of the car and sped towards a forest to the east.

The next moment, Tan Mingzhi's eyes widened in shock.

A huge vortex appeared around Han Yang's body, and hundreds of feet of air around him were converging towards the vortex.

It was as if a tornado was taking shape around him.

Han Yang's laughter also followed closely.

"Hahaha...it's quite tasty, even better than the mixed poison in Phoenix Mountain! The Four Seasons Tower is indeed quite capable."

As his laughter spread, angry shouts came from the woods.

"Fire the arrow!"

The crossbow arrows that covered the sky and sun were shot out from the forest and headed straight for Han Yang.

"Thousand Machine Crossbow!"

Talking about Mingzhi made his scalp numb.

The so-called Thousand Machine Crossbow is an artifact from another county. It is said to have the ability to kill Qi-gathering masters.

Tan Mingzhi had only heard about it in some information from Xiuyiwei and had never seen the real thing.

Hundreds of crossbow arrows tore through the air, causing streaks of flame.

The terrifying power made Tan Mingzhi feel chills all over his body.

Such a powerful Thousand Machine Crossbow can indeed kill and gather energy under a salvo.

"Mechanism technique?"

Han Yang also had a sharp look in his eyes.

He bent down slightly, hid the snow-defying knife under his left arm, and made a strange forward leaning posture.

The moment the crossbow arrow came close, he jumped up suddenly, spreading his wings and flying high like a graceful phoenix.

The four-image mantra seals the sword, and the red bird dances.

At this moment, Han Yang was like a burning sacred bird, the Suzaku, spreading its gorgeous wings.

The snow-defying knife in his hand is the most dazzling feather on his wings.

Dang Dang Dang Dang.

The blade of the blade collided with the arrow, making the sound of gold and iron.

The power contained in each Thousand Machine Crossbow is not weaker than the Peak Bone Forging.

If it were anyone else, even if they were at the second level of Qi Gathering, and were suddenly attacked by a sneak attack, they would probably die from random arrows.

But who is Han Yang?

In his previous life, he was the god of war in the divine world, a god on the battlefield.

In the chaotic battle situation, volleys of bows and crossbows are just commonplace.

Suzaku Dance was born to deal with this kind of all-round attack.

The snow-stealing knife flew up and down as fast as a shooting star.

Every crossbow arrow was accurately knocked away.

The place where the sword energy hits is often where the crossbow arrow strikes, and only a weak force can be used to change the direction of the crossbow arrow.

White Tiger Killing is the facial injury group killing in the Four Symbol Cursed Seal Knife.

Qinglong Po is the strongest single kill among the Four Symbols Cursed Seal Sword.

The Suzaku Dance is the strongest defense of the Four Symbols Cursed Seal Sword.

Unbreakable by drops of water, indestructible!

Han Yang's figure is among the shadows of countless arrows, as if he is strolling in a courtyard, with graceful movements.

The originally killing arrow formation was difficult to get close to.

Even the drunken Li Xuanyu couldn't help but raise his head and look over, holding the gourd in his hand.

"Really, why does a grown man have to show off with a knife and be so charming..."

Li Xuanyu's cheeks were flushed and he murmured drunkenly.

Tan Mingzhi and the city guards around him were all silent at this time, with their blood pumping.

At this moment, Han Yang truly became the invincible God of War on the battlefield, dominating the entire situation with one person.

Although the Thousand Machine Crossbow was powerful, it could not hurt him in the slightest.

The arrow rain finally became thinner and finally... stopped.

All crossbow bolts have been fired.

Han Yang slashed away the last arrow with his sword and looked up to the sky with a long roar.

"Come and fight!"

Amidst the roar, Han Yang turned into a meteor and fell into the depths of the dense forest with one knife.

"Run away!"

There was a sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, and several figures were clearly a few fish from Ziyang Villa that had slipped through the net.

Several bone-forging pinnacles, along with a group of killers, lurked in Liangjie Mountain, trying to ambush Han Yang.

First he used poison, then he used Thousand Machine Crossbow.

But it is a pity that Han Yang is immune to all poisons and is difficult to reach with crossbows.

Their ambush not only failed to hurt Han Yang, but even directly destroyed the courage in their hearts.

Even an arrow array that can kill a second-level Qi gathering master can't do anything to him, so why bother to fight with him?

Now, Han Yang is coming with a knife, and these people have only one way to escape.

However, they obviously misjudged one thing.

In terms of speed, they were no match for Han Yang.

After more than ten breaths, a group of Four Seasons Tower killers scattered and were killed.

At this point, the Black City branch of the Four Seasons Tower, except for the Spring Master, has been completely wiped out.

Han Yang, carrying a snow-defying knife, strolled back from the dense forest.

The white clothes are as white as blood, not stained by a trace of dust, and the figure is intoxicating.

"Master Han, Wan Sheng!"

The city guards were silent at first, then raised their arms and shouted, cheering for Han Yang.

Black City is one of the nine cities of Yuanmen.

Han Yang, on the other hand, is a direct descendant of the Yuan Clan and a member of the City Guards themselves.

At this moment, how could they not cheer for their God of War?

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On a hilltop not far away, Jiang Hu looked at this scene with a serious look on his face: "This kid is a bit interesting... But I just don't know if he is cold-hearted at such a young age."

As he waved his hand, figures walked out from behind the mountain, lining up and walking towards the motorcade in silence.

The strongest among these people is only one or two levels of bone forging, and more than 90% of them are only at the body tempering level.

The quality is not high, but the quantity is better.

One team after another, they moved forward in an endless stream.

Thousands of people came out one after another, and there was still no end, as if tens of thousands of people were hidden in this mountain...