Chapter 675 Flying Sword Defeats Han Yang
"Han Yang...isn't dead?"
"There's something wrong with the formation!"
The onlookers gradually noticed something unusual.
Han Yang, who thought he would die, now stood calmly in the magic circle, looking at everyone with a half-smile.
However, the golden priest, who had the upper hand and was sure of winning, was now as pale as a mourning heir.
"You...what did you do to us!"
The formation is controlled and is not terrible.
As long as they dismantle the magic circle and then form it again, all Han Yang's previous efforts will be in vain.
If he could do it again, he would never give Han Yang the slightest chance to delay time.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated.
Han Yang didn't give him any chance to start again.
All of them were in turn controlled by the formation and unable to escape.
More than two thousand Martial Kings were all shocked.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise everywhere, and everyone was like a bereaved dog, panicking all day long.
Han Yang said lightly: "Actually, I want to thank you... If you hadn't built this formation, to be honest, I wouldn't have thought of any way to counter it..."
Although Han Yang was reborn in the ninth life, he was the God of War in the sixth life.
But he has always used force to dominate the world. In other words, he is the God of War, not the master of formations.
It was a bit difficult for him to arrange such a formation.
But if it were up to him to destroy it, he would be very familiar with it.
On the battlefield, the most common thing is the battle formation!
Often when a strong man appears, dozens or even hundreds of formations will cover his head.
If he didn't have the ability to break formations, it would be impossible to become the God of War, and he would have died in a battle long ago.
Using a magic circle to deal with Han Yang is tantamount to seeking death!
"you……"
The golden priest was trembling all over, his eyes filled with fear.
He tried various methods, but he couldn't close the formation at all, let alone break away from the formation.
"Ah……"
The smile in Han Yang's eyes grew stronger.
He took a step forward calmly.
Buzz!
The array is brilliant.
The martial kings who were blessing the formation let out shrill roars.
In particular, dozens of the aging Martial Kings, who were dying and dying, turned into skeletons almost instantly and were on the verge of death.
The most terrifying thing is that their life span turned into a ripple and swept towards Han Yang and Song Changsheng.
Buzz!
Ripples flashed.
Han Yang's snow-white hair turned into gray and white, and most of the wrinkles on his face disappeared.
And Song Changsheng, who was about to die of old age just now, suddenly revived and looked a bit younger than Han Yang.
"Am I alive? Am I young again?"
Touching his face in disbelief, Song Changsheng almost burst into tears.
Who doesn't want to live.
The feeling of running out of life and becoming decrepit is really too bad.
Returning to youth again is the extravagant wish of every aging person.
"Your Highness, you are mighty!"
Song Changsheng couldn't help but shout loudly, and even his voice was full of energy.
…
Outside the magic circle, King Zhenbei, Tie Heiming and others had mixed feelings.
A moment ago, they thought the devil had fallen and the myth had ended.
At the next moment, Han Yang unexpectedly reversed the trend, regained his longevity, and controlled more than 2,000 Martial Kings in one fell swoop?
Such heaven-defying power actually appeared in Han Yang again.
Demon King Han Yang is like an invincible god.
Everyone thought he was going to die, but every time he was unexpectedly surprised.
tread!
At this moment, Han Yang took the second step.
Buzz!
Ripples ripple.
"Ahhhh..."
This time death finally appeared!
At least dozens of Martial Kings simply ran out of life and died.
There are hundreds of Martial Kings who are also old and decrepit, with gray hair.
Han Yang's hair has returned to mostly black, and his face is smooth and smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.
Almost all of the lifespan he had lost in previous battles had been restored.
Song Changsheng was as lively as a young man in his twenties and thirties, laughing endlessly.
"No no no..."
Seeing Han Yang preparing to take the third step, Qishui Sword King and others screamed in despair: "Han Yang, we are the people of Sword Forging Villa, we are willing to withdraw from the dispute and spare our lives..."
Even Lian Xiyue begged pitifully: "We are just bewitched by the Shenbang organization. As long as you are willing to spare our lives, we are willing to turn against you and kill everyone on the Shenbang..."
Hearing the pleading voices of these people, the martial kings of Dashang Dynasty and Xuanming Sect could not help but feel a bit sad.
The disciples of Yanyue Palace outside the magic circle wanted to attack the magic circle and rescue their fellow disciples.
"Withdrawing from the dispute? Bewitched by the God List Organization?"
Han Yang sneered disdainfully: "A group of Li Dai Tao Zong and secret agents lurking in the Imperial Sect, still want to play tricks in front of me? Let me die!"
Saying that, he stepped on it.
"No……"
Countless people let out dying roars.
This feeling of being imprisoned by the formation and being killed before your eyes is really too bad.
Zheng!
At this moment, a sword sound sounded.
A flying sword shot towards Han Yang at a speed invisible to the naked eye when he was distracted.
Click!
The god-level formation, which was indestructible under the Martial Emperor and was almost as good as the Martial Emperor's defense, was forcibly opened by this flying sword. A large hole was opened.
The flying sword continued to shoot at Han Yang with a devastating attitude.
A distance of several miles was covered in an instant.
"Qingyun Sword!"
"The clan-suppressing weapon of the Sword-making Villa."
King Zhenbei and Tie Heiming were shocked at the same time, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Unexpectedly, the Zhujian Villa dispatched a deputy owner, two supreme elders, and even the owner appeared with a clan-suppressing magic weapon to sneak attack Han Yang.
Zhujian Villa is really going to have a dark road!
Han Yang is still going to lose.
Such an idea once again occurred in almost everyone's mind.
The power of the clan-suppressing magical weapon is not weaker than the Martial Emperor's strike.
No matter how strong Demon King Han Yang is, he can't block Emperor Wu's attack.
Certain death.
Song Changsheng opened his mouth in horror.
Qingyun Sword's speed was so fast that he had no time to stop it.
Even if he shoots the god-killing flying knife now, he still can't catch up.
He could only watch as the Qingyun Sword shot towards Han Yang.
After tens of thousands of years, the Zongzong's magical weapon appeared for the first time, and it turned out to be to kill the Demon King Han Yang.
The Qingyun Sword trembled and buzzed, getting closer and closer to Han Yang.
At this moment, Han Yang's body suddenly exploded!
Ren meridian, Du meridian, and Dai meridian.
The three meridians and twenty-seven acupoints burst instantly!
All the energy poured out.
Heavenly Soul God of War, blessings!
Earth Soul Evil Buddha, bless you!
The form of human soul, blessing!
The red thread spread in the pupils.
Beauty, turn on!
In just an instant, Han Yang superimposed himself to the strongest state.
"cut!"
Han Yang slashed out with one strike!
Kill Zen!
The Heavenly Soul God of War and the Earthly Soul Evil Buddha perfectly merged to create the most powerful sword.
The static king realm force field enveloped him.
The Qingyun Sword is close at hand, but it seems that it will never reach Han Yang.
But this stillness only existed for less than a moment.
The power of the magical weapon has shattered the static king realm force field.
Click!
At the moment when the king's realm was shattered, Han Yang's sword fell.
clang!
Mu Shang's blade struck the Qingyun Sword.
boom!
Han Yang's arm exploded instantly.
The terrifying power rushed into his body and began to destroy his body. An unrivaled power slashed towards his soul.
This is the magical weapon, the body, the soul, a triple strike!
Han Yang can kill a half-step Martial Emperor with his sword, but there is still a big gap between him and the real Martial Emperor.
At this moment, Qingyun Sword cut him to the point of death.
"Reincarnation!"
In the void, Han Yang's hoarse voice sounded violently.
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