Chapter 670 The poor man who has been withered for a hundred thousand years

"Be bold!"

"stop!"

Next to An Fuguo, two Martial Kings dressed as generals were furious, and their bodies glowed with the unique light belonging to the fragments of the third-level god list.

But the strength of the two of them is not enough in front of Han Yang today.

Click.

The halo of the third-level divine list fragments shattered almost instantly.

The look of rage on their faces suddenly turned into panic.

An Fuguo sighed, reached forward with his hand, and suddenly grasped the sword light that Han Yang had slashed out.

boom!

The sword glowed with an explosion and exploded in his hand.

Ripples appeared on An Fuguo's body, as if his whole body was made of water.

Together.

Two lanes.

Ripples piled up one after another, and finally nine ripples rippled, barely suppressing the violent energy released by the sword light.

This scene made An Fuguo look a little stunned and looked at Han Yang in surprise.

It seemed that Han Yang was not expected to be so powerful.

An Fuguo was still calm, but the two men were completely furious.

If An Fuguo hadn't taken action, they might have died under Han Yang's sword.

"Han! We are disciples of the Yang family of the Resurrection Society. If you dare to attack us, my young master will definitely crush you to ashes..."

One of them pointed at Han Yang and started to curse without thinking about life and death.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded again.

The man couldn't help but take a step back, and the cursing stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Han, please let us explain..."

An Fuguo didn't expect Han Yang to be so domineering, and he was ready to kill Chen Qiaoqian just because he temporarily changed the location of returning Chen Qiaoqian.

"Explanation? No need!"

Amidst the sound of the sword, Han Yang drew his sword again.

The four elephants cursed the sword, and the white tiger killed him!

The white tiger roars!

Endless sword light swept towards the three people.

Facing the overwhelming pressure, An Fuguo finally changed his expression and said helplessly: "Why do you have to force our family to take action..."

Following the words, ripples appeared on his body again.

This time there are not just nine paths, but ten.

As soon as the ten ripples appeared, An Fuguo's already old face became even more withered.

Almost a skinny skeleton.

But his aura suddenly soared.

From the ninth level Martial King, he climbed to the half-step Martial King level.

seal.

This is the seal that Evil King Jiang Huanyun mentioned earlier.

This kind of seal can seal all the breath of the warrior, just like a turtle's breath, extending the life of An Fuguo.

This allowed him to live from the Han Dynasty, across the long river of time, to the present.

This method is unique to the Han Dynasty, and its level far exceeds the life-extending method of the old martial emperor Luo Beihan of Zhujian Villa.

Once the seal is released, An Fuguo's strength will soar.

The shortcomings are also obvious. Every time the seal is unlocked, his lifespan will be greatly reduced.

"Qiankun!"

Turn your palms.

From An Fuguo's hand, hundreds of red rays shot out, one by one meeting the White Tiger Sword Qi released by Han Yang.

Dang Dang Dang!

The roaring sounds were continuous.

The sword energy released by Han Yang's sword was actually blocked by him.

"Oh? As expected of the last dynasty of Tianwu, he is quite capable! Try my sword again!"

Han Yang snorted coldly and slashed out again.

Four Symbols Cursed Seal Knife, Xuanwu Town!

boom!

The basalt beast composed of sword light descended from the sky, exuding terrifying pressure.

Xuanwu controls all realms.

This sword was like the whole world, suppressing the three people on the opposite side.

"Saint Protector!"

An Fuguo's figure became more and more stooped. He stretched his hands and woven red threads into a red umbrella, covering the heads of the three people.

Although the two Yang family disciples were also ninth-level Martial Kings, they could only be bystanders in this battle and had no qualifications to intervene.

Boom.

Xuanwu Town collides with the red line umbrella cover.

A huge roar resounded in all directions.

The terrifying ability spreads wantonly, sweeping from the sky to the ground, destroying all obstacles.

The faces of the casual cultivators below suddenly changed and they retreated hastily.

The power of destruction.

The fight between the two completely destroyed one party's world-level power.

The entire valley was falling apart under the current attack.

Countless rocks collapsed.

Just when everyone thought that An Fuguo's Sunflower Magic had blocked Han Yang's blade, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Yang's mouth.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking sounded.

In An Fuguo's ears, the miserable howls of the two Yang clan martial kings could be heard.

"Anlao help me."

"Mr. An..."

The two of them opened their mouths sadly and asked for help from An Fuguo, but it was already too late.

Poof!

Amidst the muffled sound, their bodies were crushed into two pieces of flesh.

An Fuguo's turbid old eyes were filled with cold light.

He didn't expect that Han Yang's sword light could pass through the red line umbrella cover and directly affect the two people he was protecting.

"Han Yang."

There was no clear expression on his old, skeleton-like face, but his eyes were so wide that they almost protruded from their sockets.

Clearly out of anger.

At this time, Han Yang flipped his wrist, and Mu Shang's Blade returned to Najie.

"Last time, you sent Ji Feihua away for me. This time, I will spare your life. After this time, you and I will be clean..."

Han Yang's words made An Fuguo's eyes become even bloodier.

"Do you think our family really can't kill you little beast?"

The old eunuch finally tore off his mask of tenderness and revealed his cold murderous intent.

Han Yang smiled faintly and said: "You can try it. See if you expose your aura first and are discovered by the heaven of Tianwu Continent and punished by heaven, you still have time to fight to the death with me."

"How...how do you know the disadvantages of our secret method of extending life?"

An Fuguo was taken aback and looked quite surprised.

This is a secret method belonging to the royal family of the Han Dynasty. Not to mention other sects of the Tianwu Continent, even the Yang family who also belongs to the Resurrection Society does not know this method.

Han Yang actually hit the nail on the head?

Han Yang sighed with emotion: "Sealing yourself a hundred thousand years ago and forcibly extending your life to this day, the time for you to wake up in the middle is probably less than a hundred years. Is it worth it for you to do this?"

An Fuguo was silent for a moment, then shouted hysterically: "It's worth it, of course it's worth it! Serving for me, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the co-owner of the Tianwu Continent, and the Emperor of the Human Race, our family... is willing to go to pieces!"

Unlike the crazy worship of the old eunuch in the endless abyss, An Fuguo's "loyalty" still made Han Yang sigh.

He was reborn nine times and kept reincarnating.

How many people can finally restore the country to peace, remember him, miss him, and stay for him for a hundred thousand years?

"Let's go. I don't think Liu Yan's order is for you to kill me."

Reborn in Tianwu Continent in this life, Han Yang felt compassion for an enemy for the first time.

This old eunuch is a pitiful man.

An Fuguo took a deep look at Han Yang and nodded: "Next time we meet, our family will not show mercy to you! If you dare to sabotage the master's plan that has been brewing for a hundred thousand years, you will not be spared!"

"Next time we meet, I won't let you off again."

Han Yang left a word, turned around and flew towards the flying boat.

An Fuguo, who gritted his teeth, made a seal with his hands and sealed himself again. His appearance returned to an old look, and he also turned and left.

"My dear, this old eunuch can actually fight with you, Your Highness. What kind of cultivation level does he have? Why does he look more powerful than those two puppet generals..."

After watching the old eunuch disappear, Song Changsheng muttered with fear on his face.

The scene where An Fuguo unlocked the seal and his strength surged scared him to death.

"His cultivation level?"

Han Yang looked at Song Changsheng with a half-smile, and said jokingly: "I said he was actually the Martial Emperor. Do you believe it or not?"

Song Changsheng blinked innocently, looking like... I don't study well, so don't lie to me.