Chapter 167 From today on, there will be no more Burning Heaven Clan.

Block Han Yang's sword and let Burnian Clan go.

These words were tantamount to being spat in the faces of all the Burning Heaven Clan warriors, but there was nothing they could do.

What happened at the foot of Yuanmen Mountain has spread widely.

Han Yang, killed the second level Qi Gathering Master of Tiange with one sword, and killed their sect leader Huo Fentian with another sword.

Such achievements are shocking to the world. It can be said that Han Yang is fully qualified to say such things.

The people of Burning Heaven Clan were humiliated and spiteful, with earth-colored faces, but Jiang Yunjian and the three of them were as refreshed as if they had eaten iced watermelon in the dog days of summer!

This is in front of the Burning Heaven Gate!

Yuanmen has been suppressed for many years, and it has never been so proud as it is today.

"Don't say anything? Then you will acquiesce!"

Han Yang jumped into the air, waved his hand with a knife, and pointed the blade directly at the old man who had spoken to him before.

"Be bold!"

"Arrogant!"

"kill him!"

All the elders and disciples of the Burning Heaven Clan shouted angrily, waving their weapons and trying to rush towards Han Yang.

But how can their speed compare with Han Yang.

They only took one step, and Han Yang's knife was already in front of the old man.

"Feng Tian!"

The old man's face turned red, and the sword in his hand struck Han Yang's neck.

It's a life-for-life style of play, hoping to gain a glimmer of hope for the sect.

The two people around him gathered their energy and attacked Han Yang one after another.

Phantom Cloud Step!

Han Yang's figure flickered like a dream and disappeared in front of everyone.

When he reappeared, he had already passed by the old man's figure.

puff!

There was a gash in the old man's neck, and blood sputtered out like a fountain.

"What a fast knife..."

A look of sadness and despair flashed in the old man's eyes, and the body fell heavily.

"kill!"

Two other Qi gathering warriors, one on the left and one on the right, flanked Han Yang.

Zheng!

The sound of swords resounded throughout the world, and a magnificent sword light flashed in front of the Fentianmen Mountain Gate.

What a pity!

The regretful sword intention aroused the guilt and regret of the two Qi gathering warriors towards their sect, causing their minds to be affected uncontrollably.

With a sigh, the sword flashed.

Two heads flew up.

This sword skill is beyond the imagination of everyone in Fentian Clan.

The two Qi gathering warriors were actually unable to block Han Yang's sword.

At the foot of Fentianmen Mountain, there was a dead silence.

No one expected that Han Yang would be so strong.

The seventh level of the golden bone, attacking the Qi gathering realm, is it as easy as chopping melons and vegetables?

"Kill him!"

An elder of the Burning Heaven Clan let out a desperate roar and rushed towards Han Yang regardless of life or death.

Han Yang held a knife in his right hand and a wine gourd in his left hand. After pouring a mouthful of ice drunk, the power of the stars in his body boiled.

A mouthful of ice drunk is worth three to five thousand-year-old elixir.

During this attack, Han Yang relied on Ice Drunk to recover from his injuries and provide the power of the stars.

Han Yang was drunk and rushed into the warriors.

Every time the sword lights up, several heads light up.

Even though the elders and disciples of Burning Heaven Clan are brave enough to fight for their sect, the gap in strength cannot be made up by determination.

Han Yang, who had opened the seven major acupoints on the Ren Meridian, could kill the first level of Qi Gathering with just one blow.

These gold bones and jade bones are not enemies at all with one sword, and those ordinary forged bones will die if they come into contact with them.

After two sticks of incense, the foot of Fentianmen Mountain was stained red with blood, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere.

Except for Han Yang and the other four, no one else can stand here.

It can be said that hundreds of Burning Heaven Clan warriors were...slaughtered.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Yunjian was holding his weapon, his chest heaving violently, and he was obviously almost exhausted, but he was smiling as if he was crazy.

The other two Jade Bone Realm disciples were also covered in injuries, and one even lost an arm.

But at this time, the three of them were all laughing, looking extremely happy!

The three of them all focused on the young man dressed in white clothes dyed red, who was drinking wine with his neck raised.

Han Yang!

Taking the three of them today, the Yuanmen's century-old humiliation has been wiped out, making the three of them feel high-spirited.

At this time, let alone losing an arm, even if they died in battle, they would go to hell with a smile on their faces.

It's fun to follow Han Yang to kill enemies!

After today's battle, the three of them will definitely be famous throughout the ages.

Putting down the wine gourd, Han Yang pointed the snow-stealing knife in his right hand at the core of Fentian Clan.

"Three of you, come with me again and follow me to the mountain gate!"

Jiang Yunjian and the other three looked at each other, then suddenly laughed and said, "It's true that I have my wish, but I don't dare to ask for my ear!"

Han Yang also laughed loudly, "Then... let's go!"

With a wave of his robe sleeves, the drunken Han Yang climbed up the steps and headed straight for the Burning Heaven Clan Hall.

Along the way, some Burning Heaven Clan disciples may have appeared, but no one dared to stop Han Yang and the others.

The hundreds of corpses of Burning Heaven Clan strong men at the foot of the mountain made them tremble with fear, and they did not dare to look directly at them.

"Han Yang! If you dare to kill the Fentian Clan today, I, the strong men of the Fentian Clan, will destroy your entire family..."

There was an old man from the Burning Heaven Clan who was at the eighth level of bone forging and couldn't help but jump out and curse.

Before he finished speaking, the sword light lit up.

The elder's head flew high into the air.

The arrogant elder of the Bone Forging Realm in the past was like a piece of grass today.

The remaining Burning Heaven Clan disciples remained silent and could only watch Han Yang step onto the Burning Heaven Clan.

In front of the main hall.

Nearly a thousand Burning Heaven Clan disciples, armed with weapons, were guarding the front of the main hall.

This is their last dignity.

If the main hall is destroyed by Han Yang, then the backbone of Burning Heaven Clan will be trampled on!

"Han Yang! I, the Qi Gathering Warrior of Burning Heaven Clan, have all been slaughtered by you. Do you have to kill them all?"

"Don't bully others too much!"

"..."

Some passionate Burning Heaven Clan disciples shouted loudly.

There is resentment, indignation, unwillingness...and righteous indignation.

But to Han Yang's ears, it was like the wail of a defeated dog, not worth mentioning.

Winner and loser, the world of martial arts is a world where people cannibalize people. Since we are in opposition, you will die or I will die. There is no pity or sympathy at all.

Han Yang stopped and looked up at the plaque hanging on the main hall.

The three big characters "Burning Heaven Clan" and the iron paintings and silver hooks on it are obviously made by everyone.

As a sect without a sect, to be one of the eight sects in Nanyang County, the founder of Fentian Clan can be said to be an outstanding figure.

It's a pity that the mountain gate was broken through today.

"From now on, there will be no Burning Heaven Clan in Nanyang County. I promise you that if you leave at this time under the seventh level of Bone Forging, Yuan Clan can forget the past! If you don't leave...then don't blame me for being ruthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yang waved his sword and slashed out, and the bright white light struck the plaque in the middle of the hall.

"No!"

Some Burning Heaven Clan disciples jumped into the air and tried to stop him.

But how could their flesh and blood bodies block Han Yang's blade.

Qi gathering warriors can't do it, and even those in the bone forging realm can't do it.

More than a dozen figures were torn apart by the blade.

Boom!

The blade struck the plaque.

The plaque cracked in half and fell to the ground.

The sound of the wooden plaque falling to the ground sounded like thunder in the ears of nearly a thousand disciples.

Burning Heaven Clan is over!

The broken plaque, like the symbol of Burning Heaven Clan, was chopped off by Han Yang with a single stroke of his sword.