Chapter 178 As murderous as a mountain
He Wantong put his left hand behind his back and moved his fingers slightly.
A Qi-gathering master standing next to He Wantong jumped out with a dark face and shouted: "You are bold, Han Yang, and you are guilty of killing your fellow disciples indiscriminately..."
Zheng!
Before the Supreme Elder finished his sentence, a blood lotus bloomed in the hall.
His head flew high, with an angry expression on his face.
Blood sprayed on the hall and splashed on several people around him.
Tian Ji still had a confused expression on his face, unable to understand what was going on.
How come you start killing people so well?
He Wantong's eyes were fixed on the Tianyuan Sword in Han Yang's hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened in an ugly arc.
"Misunderstanding... It's all misunderstanding... I said Han Yang, you are the same. If there is something you can't explain clearly, why are you so impulsive..."
He Wantong spread his hands, looking distressed.
But the words clearly left some steps for Han Yang.
Impulsiveness is understandable.
With Han Yang's meritorious service, this matter can be completely uncovered.
"Han Yang, He Wantong, what are you two doing?"
Tian Ji scratched his head and looked at the two of them suspiciously.
Han Yang held the Tianyuan Sword and walked towards He Wantong step by step.
He Wantong's expression slowly stiffened, and his left hand calmly clasped on the Zongzong Treasure.
"I originally wanted to keep you until after the sect's martial arts competition, but since you want to seek death yourself, then I will help you!"
Following Han Yang's words, a flash of sword light bloomed above the hall.
He Wantong's slightly narrowed eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he shouted sternly: "Die!"
The zongzong treasure in his hand was suddenly filled with zhenqi, and he was ready to activate it.
Whoosh!
Han Yang's figure suddenly disappeared and reappeared, already two feet away behind He Wantong.
The Tianyuan Sword in his hand made a crisp buzzing sound.
The roar of the sword, which was like a dragon's roar, made everyone in the hall tremble in their eardrums.
puff!
Blood surged into the sky.
A thin line suddenly appeared between He Wantong's neck.
His eyes were always slightly narrowed and rounded, as if they could bulge out of his sockets. His lips moved, but in the end he couldn't say a single word.
Plop!
He Wantong's body hit the ground heavily.
He Wantong, the former leader of the Yuan Sect and a master of the third level of Qi Gathering, died without even having time to activate the Zongzong Treasure!
The other Qi-gathering powerhouse next to He Wantong turned pale, staggered back, and could hardly stand still.
Tian Ji and Du Hun opened their mouths in shock and could not recover for a long time.
What's wrong?
What's going on here?
Tian Ji never thought that he was stupid, only that he was straightforward.
But now, he found that his brain was a little insufficient.
Roaring…
It was at this moment that the Zongzong Treasure in He Wantong's hand fell to the ground, rolled seven or eight times on the smooth marble floor, and finally stopped at Tian Ji's feet.
The sound of the jade plate turning over and trembling was like a knife thrust into Tian Ji's mind.
He Wantong, just now wanted to use the Zongzong's treasure to kill Han Yang? !
Tian Ji finally understood why the two of them took action suddenly.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had underestimated He Wantong's ruthlessness and ambition.
Xiao Jiuer was in a coma, Li Xuanyu was seriously injured, and Han Yang had no protective power around him. This allowed He Wantong to see an opportunity.
First, he used tricks to defraud him of the ancestral treasure in his hand, and then wanted to borrow a knife to kill people, so that Han Yang could face Lan Baifeng, who was at the sixth level of Qi gathering.
After knowing that Nie He was killed, the plan failed, so he asked Zhang Hao to provoke Han Yang and test Han Yang's current strength.
After discovering that Han Yang had broken through to the eighth level of the Golden Bone, he immediately surrendered and wanted to temporarily avoid it.
Unexpectedly, Han Yang suddenly rose up, forcing him to fight tooth and nail!
After understanding what He Wantong had done, Tian Ji wished he could slap himself.
If he hadn't been too stupid and asked He Wantong to calculate step by step, things would never have reached this point.
"Han Yang, I..."
Tian Ji's face turned red with embarrassment and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Han Yang took back the Tianyuan Sword and said calmly: "Take me to see Xiao Jiuer and Li Xuanyu."
He was very satisfied with the result of killing He Wantong with one sword.
When Renmai opens the seven major acupoints, he still needs to self-explode the acupoints to kill the third level of Qi gathering.
But now, as long as the power of the stars in the eight major acupoints is stirred up, He Wantong can be killed with one sword.
The Nine Turns of Stars Technique is indeed a god-level technique, its power is beyond imagination.
Tian Ji's old face turned red and he was so aggrieved that he could only lower his head and lead Han Yang to the back hall.
Elder Fang from the sacrificial hall shook his head bitterly.
He originally rushed over to report the shattering of Nie He's life talisman, but now it's better, even the former sect leader He Wantong has been killed.
Yuanmen now feels strange to him...
"Where do you want to go?"
The Qi gathering master next to He Wantong saw that Han Yang ignored him and wanted to sneak away, but Du Hun held his shoulders down.
"Senior Brother Du, you..."
"Go and think about it for two years! You guys, the sect has just become a little better. Instead of working together, you secretly plot against Han Yang. If you don't kill you, it's already based on your past merits!"
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In the apse, as soon as I came to the door, I felt a blazing power.
Tian Ji couldn't care less about being shy and said solemnly: "An unimaginable fire power broke out in Xuanyu's body, and we couldn't suppress it... The wine she always drank is of no use. Go in and see if there is anything you can do. Save her life..."
At the end of the sentence, this tough man also sighed heavily.
I used to think that Li Xuanyu was a good drinker, so he kept drinking wine from his hands.
It wasn't until the two Qi-gathering powerhouses at the sixth level next to Zhang Wuyou took action this time, and Li Xuanyu unlocked the seal and attacked with all his strength, that he realized that Li Xuanyu was injured and that Han Bingzui was used to suppress the injury.
He felt heartbroken when he thought of a nineteen-year-old girl who had to drink drunkenly every day because of a serious injury.
Now that Li Xuanyu's life and death are uncertain, Tian Ji's mood is even lower.
Han Yang nodded and stepped into the back hall.
The apse was filled with the strong aroma of wine.
The ice drunk has even turned into mist, filling the entire apse.
Li Xuanyu's clothes were half unbuttoned and his eyes were drunk. His skin, which was originally as white as jade, was burned by the flames and revealed an unnatural flush.
Her plump and fair figure was rippling, and her breathing was somewhat rapid.
In addition to the aroma of wine in the room, there is also the unique fragrance of a woman on her body.
When Han Yang walked into the room, Li Xuanyu was raising his slender neck and drinking the last drop of wine.
She held the wine gourd and shook it vigorously, licking the mouth of the wine gourd with her tongue, trying to lick the last drop of wine in the wine gourd.
Unfortunately, the wine in the wine gourd has been evaporated by the hot temperature of the palm.
"Han Yang..."
Hearing the footsteps, Li Xuanyu frowned slightly and looked over.
After discovering that the person coming was Han Yang, her clothes fluttered and she rushed over with a gust of fragrant wind, almost throwing herself into Han Yang's arms.
"Give it to me, give it to me quickly!"
Li Xuanyu's cheeks turned red, and he grabbed the wine gourd on Han Yang's waist.
Gulu gulu!
After taking two big gulps, Li Xuanyu let out a sigh of relief.
"If you can drink cold ice before you die, your life will be in vain..."
Li Xuanyu's eyes were blurred and his expression was high-spirited. There was no fear of death in his expression, but instead there was a sense of uninhibited freedom and ease.
