Chapter 745: The Slaughter of Six Sects with a Knife: Storms in the Upper Realm Rise
"Martial Emperor? I didn't expect that the person who can lead all the sentient beings in the world to ascend and become the world master is actually a little Martial Emperor."
The visitor stood with his hands behind his back, his tone was calm, but his eyes could not hide the greedy look.
He was exactly the same as those warriors who died under Han Yang's sword in the past two days.
Han Yang looked indifferently and said nothing, and the murderous intention in his body kept rising.
Three days have passed, and the number of powerful men killed has even exceeded the three years in Tianwu Continent.
At this time, Han Yang was surrounded by countless streaks of blood, like a demon god.
"I am the leader of the Wuhua Sect in the Shocking Holy Land. If you are willing to join my sect, I can spare your life..."
As a strong martial artist, he has this confidence.
boom!
At this moment, another stream of light fell.
"Jie Jie... Jie Jie... Wuhua Sect is just a small third-grade sect. How can you represent Jingshi Valley?"
A warrior wearing armor and looking like an earthly war god appeared in the void, with a spear in his hand shaking the void.
"Tie Lin!"
Seeing this person, the head of the Wuhua Sect looked coldly and said angrily: "You are alone, how dare you rob our sect of the blessed land?"
As he spoke, he waved his arms.
Boom boom boom!
Sounds broke through the air.
Four more powerful men from the Martial Sect arrived.
Wuhua Sect, the five major martial arts masters have arrived.
Tie Lin couldn't help but shrink his pupils and screamed strangely: "You Liao Fenghua! In order to compete for the blessed land, all of your Five Flower Sects came out, and you even gave up your own sect?"
Liao Fenghua said indifferently: "This blessed land belongs to my Wuhua Sect. Anyone who blocks it will die!"
Tie Lin looked ugly, but he didn't dare to take action rashly.
The five major martial arts sects are here, and he is no match for him alone.
Seeing this, Liao Fenghua snorted disdainfully, turned to look at Han Yang, and said coldly: "There is not much time left for you, surrender, or die..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound breaking through the air.
A petite red figure rushed toward him.
"Seeking death! The little Martial Emperor dares to sneak attack on this sect leader."
Liao Fenghua was furious and slashed forward with a long magic weapon in his hand.
Whoosh!
The figure in red suddenly disappeared.
Appeared hundreds of feet behind him.
Liao Fenghua was furious and shouted: "Junior, how dare you play tricks on me, my sect... uh..."
Halfway through his words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
When he looked down, he saw that a big hole had been dug out of his chest at some point.
Raising his head again, he could clearly see the little girl opposite who looked like an eight or nine-year-old girl, holding his bright red heart in her hand.
"don't want……"
Liao Fenghua stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to take back her heart.
boom!
Xiao Jiuer grasped his palm, and Liao Fenghua's heart exploded!
"..."
Wu Zong's vitality was so strong that even if his heart was broken, Liao Fenghua still survived.
But after losing the heart, the body is no longer complete, and the realm inevitably begins to slip.
Only then did the other five martial sects react.
"Zombie! There is a flying zombie in the lower realm. What's going on?"
Tie Lin's hand holding the spear was trembling slightly.
Creatures like zombies jump out of the Three Realms and are not among the Five Elements. They are the most bizarre existences in the world.
Because of this, it is extremely difficult for zombies to be born.
Ninety-nine percent of zombies died from one of three disasters when they were in the Heavenly Corpse Realm.
The only zombie in the Blue Sky Realm is the Zombie Saint, the pinnacle of the Blue Sky Realm and one of the saints.
Unexpectedly, another zombie appeared today.
"Join hands and kill her!"
Tie Lin realized that they were in big trouble.
If the little zombie in front of them doesn't die, they will definitely not end well.
From the sky corpse to the zombie, it is a natural chasm.
As long as you become a zombie, your cultivation speed will increase by leaps and bounds, and you will no longer be limited by corpse energy.
Give this little zombie hundreds of years, and its strength will definitely surpass them by a large margin.
"kill!"
In fact, the four Wuhua Sect masters also knew the horror of zombies, and they all had murderous intentions.
"Bastard! Bastard! Beast!"
Liao Fenghua was even more insane, roaring with anger.
Without his heart, he will grow weaker.
Unless he can be promoted to the realm of martial master, he will definitely lose his realm and will no longer be able to maintain his current status.
"I am going to kill you!"
Liao Fenghua launched the forbidden technique brazenly.
The six martial sects all attacked the zombie Xiao Jiuer.
Xiao Jiuer didn't fight back or dodge, he just stood there quietly, as if he was frightened.
"Chance!"
Tie Lin's eyes lit up.
Gun Ryuzong.
The magical weapon spear glowed, and he also cast forbidden spells.
In his opinion, this little zombie should be the trump card of this blessed land.
As long as he kills her, this blessed land will be at his fingertips.
Zheng!
But the moment he took out the gun, the sound of a knife came from behind.
Behind you?
That little Emperor Wu in white clothes?
Tie Lin didn't take Han Yang to heart at all.
The strength of the Realm Lord lies in talent, not strength.
No matter how talented Han Yang is, he is just a little Martial Emperor who can be killed easily.
But when the sound of the sword became clearer, he knew that he was wrong.
Ouch!
The white tiger roared.
A ray of bright white sword light enveloped all six martial sects.
This sword light... clearly has the combat power of Wu Zong at his peak.
"Holy Son!? You...are a genius at the level of the Holy Son..."
Tie Lin finally thought of a possibility, but it was already too late.
The sword light struck, and with a clang, the spear in his hand was shattered.
While wailing, he had been cut to pieces by a thousand swords.
"not good!"
"Run away!"
"What kind of monster world is this..."
Everyone in Wuhua Sect went crazy.
There are zombies in front and the Holy Son behind. This is not a newly ascended blessed land, a holy land, nothing more than that.
clang!
clang!
clang!
All the weapons of the five people were chopped into pieces by the sword light.
"I am a subordinate of Jingshigu. If you dare to kill us, you will..."
puff!
One person threatened with a stern expression but before he could finish his words, he was cut off with a knife.
The other martial arts masters are not much different.
There was no way to fight back.
The sword flashed past.
The five great martial arts sects of Wuhua Sect were all reduced to a pile of rotten meat.
Even if Liao Fenghua activated the forbidden technique, he could not block Han Yang's sword.
At the beginning of the Martial Emperor Realm, Han Yang could kill Wu Zong with his sword, and he was still the Wu Zong who held more than half of Tianwu Continent's luck.
Now step into the Martial Emperor Realm and kill several Martial Sects with just a casual sword.
The time from the appearance of the six great martial arts sects to their death was only a stick of incense.
Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer stood in the air and continued to wait.
there is always a solution to a problem.
Taking a part of the world to ascend, he had long thought about what kind of crisis he would encounter after ascending.
Now, Han Yang wanted to take a look at how many powerful people there would be in this upper world who would covet the blessed land...
…
Thousands of miles away from here, there were three huge airships, which they encountered unexpectedly.
"Brother Zongzheng!"
"Brother Ning!"
"Fairy Luqiu!"
Three people appeared on the three flying boats at the same time. When they saw each other, they didn't feel that they were unexpected.
Who doesn’t like the blessed land appearing in this world?
Even these second-grade sects are no exception.
"Brother Ning, Fairy Luqiu, this is the boundary of my sect's world-shaking holy land. You seem to have crossed the boundary when you come here!"
Zongzheng Tianhan, the owner of Wanshan Tower, looked at the other two people indifferently.
Ning Xun from Wutong Mountain laughed and said, "Brother Zongzheng is joking. Qianlong Mountain has always been a land without an owner. When did it become the realm of Jingshi Valley?"
Luqiu Miaoyu, who came from the sect affiliated to the Xumi Holy Land, didn't even pay attention to Zongzheng Tianhan's push. She just flicked her finger and let the sword in her hand make a crisp buzzing sound.
