Chapter 447 Ridiculous calculation
"Ye Duhuo!"
Li Xuantong turned pale and yelled out Ye Duhuo's name.
In this critical moment, only Ye Duhuo can save them.
Without Ye Duhuo's blessing, they would not be able to block Han Yang's attack.
Ye Duhuo did not disappoint them either.
Pressing his left hand on his chest, a round pill shattered into pieces.
The red medicinal aura spread in all directions and enveloped the four people.
"Ahhhh..."
The faces of the four people were hideous and twisted, veins popped out, their bodies swelled a bit out of thin air, and their auras surged again.
Burning pills together!
The elixir used by Wanyao Pavilion to kill the enemy together.
After taking this elixir, your strength can be increased by 50%!
But the result was that in the next two hundred years, his cultivation and qualifications declined, causing almost irreversible injuries.
Unless absolutely necessary, the people of Wanyao Pavilion will never use such powerful elixirs.
But at this moment, Ye Duhuo, Li Xuantong and others couldn't care less.
If you don’t use it, you will die!
The four bodies' surfaces shimmered with light and runes circulated, desperately resisting the attack of the Oblivion Blade.
At this moment, in their ears, Han Yang's voice, like a devil's whisper, suddenly came.
"Star Destroyer God!"
It turned out to be another slash.
How can it be! ?
Ye Duhuo and the four others were all sluggish.
One sword, two swords, three swords!
The most they could do was use all their strength to strike twice, but Han Yang actually struck out with a fourth sword?
At this moment, the four leaders of the Holy Sect all had despair on their faces.
"No, no, no... I won't die. I am the leader of the Holy Sect, how could I die here!"
Luo Qianfang's voice was low, and a light of determination lit up in his eyes.
"Broken sword body!"
First make the sword, then break it.
The first defensive skill of Zhujian Villa.
The price is to lose most of his cultivation and fall from the Yuan Dan realm!
boom!
A piercing bloody sword light erupted from Luo Qianfang's body, forcefully shaking the Oblivion Blade apart by a thin line, taking away a glimmer of life.
The other three were not so lucky.
The three of them are already much weaker than Luo Qianfang.
Now facing the Oblivion Blade, there is almost no way to fight back.
"You two, I'm sorry!"
Just when Li Xuantong and Jian Yixin were in despair, they suddenly heard Ye Duhuo's cold voice.
The next moment, they saw Ye Duhuo suddenly open his mouth wide and suck hard.
"Ahhhhh..."
Li Xuantong and Jian Yixin wailed in pain, and the irresistible seven-color medicinal power spurted out from their bodies with a cloud of flesh and blood essence, and fell into Ye Duhuo's mouth.
In less than a breath, the two of them were sucked into dried meat by Ye Duhuo.
"Ye Dushuo! You must die a good death!"
Li Xuantong roared in despair and died unwillingly.
He didn't die in Han Yang's hands, but was tricked to death by his teammates.
Two people die, one person lives!
After devouring the flesh and blood essence of Li Xuantong and Jian Yixin, Ye Duhuo's aura surged.
A giant cauldron of flesh and blood stood in front of the Oblivion Blade.
With a loud bang, the Oblivion Blade exploded.
"Survive..."
Ye Duhuo covered his face and laughed like crazy: "Two idiots! How dare you absorb the Ten Thousand Medicine Pill Qi from my Ten Thousand Medicine Pavilion?"
The aura on her body was even stronger than before the final battle.
Luo Qianfang, who had just escaped from death, turned around and ran away without hesitation when he saw this scene.
If he doesn't escape, he will become food for the crazy woman Ye Duhuo.
"Where are you going to escape? Die!"
Han Yang's cold voice was accompanied by the dark sword light.
Destroy the God Star!
Han Yang actually slashed out the fifth sword.
"No……"
His cultivation level had begun to decline, and Luo Qianfang was unable to block the sword at all.
When death came, Luo Qianfang realized how ridiculous his hatred for Yu Xuanji was.
If it weren't for the hatred for that woman that affected his mind, he would have entered the Martial King Realm long ago.
He may even become a high-level Martial King now!
One misstep leads to eternal hatred.
It's obviously too late to regret it now.
With endless resentment, Luo Qianfang was swallowed by the Blade of Oblivion and turned into nothingness.
Four out of five!
Of the five first saint sons of the Holy Sect, only Ye Du is left alive.
Ye Duhuo didn't hurry up and threw the cauldron in his hand forward, hitting the Oblivion Blade.
"Han Yang! Today...see how I kill you!"
After devouring the life essences of Li Xuantong and Jian Yixin, while her strength increased dramatically, so did her confidence.
"ridiculous……"
Facing this arrogant and vicious woman, Han Yang's eyes were full of contempt.
Devour other people's flesh essence and magical runes.
This kind of rubbish technique, which is like swallowing jujube, dares to shout in front of him.
I really don’t know whether to live or die.
"Soul-cutting knife!"
As the breath circulated, the runes all over Han Yang flashed and he slashed out with a single sword.
He was no longer using the most powerful God-Destroying Star, but the Soul-Slaying Sword derived from the crackling sound battle body.
Buzz!
The blade trembled, causing the soul to tremble.
Ye Duhuo's body suddenly stiffened, and the blood vessels in his head exploded inch by inch.
"How is this going……"
She was shocked to find that she couldn't control her body, and her whole body seemed to be torn apart by three different spirits.
puff!
The soul-cutting knife struck her in the middle of the head.
The soul is torn apart, and the sea of consciousness collapses.
"Ye Duhuo, you are so cruel, let's die together!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
In a daze, she seemed to hear the ferocious voices of Jian Yixin and Li Xuantong.
They...are taking revenge!
It was their flesh and blood essence and magical runes that restrained her body.
puff!
Half of the head flew up.
Blood and brains were sprayed all over the place.
Ye Duhuo, who had greatly increased his strength just now and thought he could fight Han Yang, died inexplicably.
Boom boom boom boom...
The aftermath of the previous fight between the six people was still spreading to the surroundings.
The battle is over.
The five leaders, the number one of the younger generation, all perished.
Han Yang defeated one against five and won a great victory!
"Hahahaha, I knew the master could win!"
Ji Xiangtian, with his hands on his hips, looked up to the sky and laughed, looking like I had known him for a long time.
Xiao Jiuer glanced at her indifferently and threw away her sweat-stained hands in disgust.
Bang!
Without Xiao Jiuer's support, Ji Xiangtian suddenly collapsed to the ground and could not even get up.
If I had known earlier, what the hell!
She was already so frightened that her legs and feet were weak.
When the five people in Ye Duhuo broke out earlier, she thought that Han Yang would definitely lose.
Unexpectedly, Han Yang seemed to have endless runes. One sword after another, he actually struck out five times and killed all five people.
The guards and worshipers of the city lord's palace in the Zijin Mansion were all limp and their faces were pale.
Won?
They never expected that Han Yang could win.
Five against one!
Those five people are still the first among the ten holy sects and kings.
In this case, even if Qin Luoli and Ying Wudi come to the world, they will definitely die.
But Han Yang actually killed five people in a row with his own strength.
This is...how domineering.
"Master Han, Wan Sheng!"
Everyone roared, and the sound stirred up in all directions.
The warriors who escaped from Zijin City stopped and looked blankly in the direction of Zijin Sou's courtyard.
A figure in white standing with a knife, standing in the world like a demon.
There are only sixteen leaders in the six dynasties and the ten holy sects.
Today, Han Yang killed six of them.
In the tens of thousands of years since the establishment of the six dynasties and the ten holy sects, no one has ever accomplished such a feat.
Han Yang... was invincible.
…
Somewhere in the ruins of Purple Gold City.
"Ancestor, do we... still... still want to take action?"
The disciples of Tianyan Sect swallowed dryly, their voices trembling.
Han Yang's strength has already made them reluctant to give up and lose their inner fighting spirit.
Only the ancestor of the Tianyan Sect frowned and shouted: "A bunch of trash, what are you afraid of! As long as there is a beehive, even the fifth-level Martial King can be killed. Now is the time to do it. Han Yang... will die!"
