Chapter 783 Swinging the Knife at the Leader
When the Holy Son was killed by a sword, the remaining few people all fell into a sluggish state.
The talisman given by Martial Ancestor was actually broken into pieces?
Moreover, it was cut with a knife, directly nailing the Holy Son holding the talisman.
This scene shattered the little bit of reliance they had in their hearts.
"Fight him!"
A saintess holding a defensive talisman roared angrily and rushed towards Han Yang with great courage.
The moment she approached Han Yang, a voice that sounded like it came from hell sounded in her ears.
"Nine turns without form, fourth turn!"
boom!
The fourth red light rose from Han Yang's body.
Han Yang's aura was incredibly enhanced by another level.
Before the saint girl had time to feel the panic, the next moment, Han Yang's knife had already struck her.
It's still the God of War's Cursed Seal Knife.
It's still Qinglong Po.
In the roar of the green dragon, the terrifying blade is chilling.
"Jointly defend..."
The saintess shouted halfway, but when she received no response, she was shocked to find that the four companions who were supposed to rush forward with her actually dispersed.
They... escaped.
The courage of these saints and saints was frightened. From the beginning to the end, she was the only one who rushed towards Han Yang with a brave and fearless attitude.
"You... idiots."
The last shrill scream came from her mouth.
puff!
Mu Shang's Blade penetrated it.
die.
After the beheading, Han Yang, who smiled grimly, swayed, stepped on the magic clouds in the sky, and shot out like a phantom.
The four saint sons who escaped were indeed fools.
They were so scared by Han Yang that they only focused on escaping, but they forgot one crucial thing.
The Martial Ancestor Talisman can give them defense and attack, but it does not give them speed.
After four turns, Han Yang's current speed was no less than that of a sixth- or seventh-level warrior.
With the speed of their third-level warriors, how could they possibly run away.
If you can't even see this, you are nothing but an idiot.
puff!
puff!
Two bloody lights shot into the sky.
The two people holding attack talismans were killed with a single blow without even being able to counterattack.
It was only then that the other two realized the folly of their escape.
Unfortunately, they have no chance to regret.
puff!
puff!
After a stick of incense, the other two saints were also beheaded by Han Yang.
Armed with the Martial Ancestor Talisman, the most powerful siege operation formed by the Eight Saint Sons was declared a complete failure.
"Hahaha... I like this feeling..."
Whether it was the self-destruction during the King Wu period or the nine injuries during the Emperor Wu period, they all exploded at once, releasing all the power in one breath.
If it's cool, it's cool.
But it was a pity that it was only for a moment.
After Wu Zong, the Nine Injuries advanced to the Nine Transformation Phaseless, and the power of self-destruction was sealed in the body, layer by layer, giving Han Yang more choices.
But currently, the unrivaled power brought by the fourth revolution made him feel powerful that he had not seen for a long time.
After ascending to the Blue Sky Realm, Han Yang encountered many powerful enemies, many of which would make him feel powerless.
Now, with the Nine Transformations of Formlessness, everything is different.
"Nine turns without form, fifth turn!"
boom!
Another red ripple lit up Han Yang's body.
His speed and power at this time have reached the level of the eighth-level Martial Master.
A series of terrifying cracks spread all over the body.
It made his whole body feel as if it was about to be torn apart.
If he were placed outside Tianwu Paradise, this kind of injury might kill him as long as it lasted for a few breaths.
But this is Tianwu Blessed Land.
It's your home court.
The Nine-turn Wuxiang was destroying his body crazily, while the Blessing of Heaven and Earth and Hongmeng Purple Qi were frantically repairing his injuries.
Put him on the verge of collapse and not collapse.
boom!
Bloody light exploded.
Han Yang's speed once again surged several times.
…
"Hahaha! It is indeed a blessed place. I like this feeling..."
"I'm about to break through!"
"After three thousand years, we have not made any further progress. Today, we broke through the second level of the Martial Lord!"
"These lower realm barbarians actually dare to compete with us for the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Kill them all."
A group of Martial Lords who broke into the Blue Sky Realm were excited to enjoy the opportunity of the Heavenly Martial Paradise.
Some people couldn't hide their evil thoughts and wanted to plunder and slaughter the "natives" in Tianwu Paradise.
At this moment, a bloody light flew past them.
boom!
Like bloody thunder.
These Martial Lords, whether they were second or third level, were all reduced to rubbish by the bombardment.
When the blood light disappeared between the sky and the earth, all the martial arts masters of the Qingtian Realm fell, leaving only corpses on the ground.
The extraordinarily abundant luck has returned to this blessed land, making the heaven and earth's blessings of Hongmeng Purple Energy even more intense...
…
"Bah! A bunch of wild dogs from the upper realm! You want me to speak ill of the Demon Emperor? Impossible!"
A Tianwu Martial King cursed loudly at the Martial Lord in front of him.
As time passed and the Tianwu Dynasty was established, many truths gradually became known.
Now, no one in Tianwu continent knows that it was Han Yang who rescued Tianwu from the Shenbang organization.
It was Han Yang who took the Tianwu Continent to the upper world and gave everyone new life.
These intruders from the upper world want to use their own words to humiliate His Majesty the Demon Emperor Han Yang. They are simply wishful thinking.
"The barbarians from the lower realm dare to speak evil words..."
A third-level Martial Lord said coldly: "Come here, kill his sect and see if he can still be so stubborn. He..."
boom!
Before he finished his sentence, red thunder swept across.
When the Tianwu Martial King who had closed his eyes and waited for death opened his eyes again, hundreds of upper realm warriors in front of him, whether they were Martial Emperors, Martial Sects, or Martial Lords, were all turned into blood scum.
King Tianwuwu blinked, somewhat confused as to what was happening.
But he soon saw the intoxicating red color gradually disappearing.
The art of beauty.
It is rumored to be the signature forbidden technique used by His Majesty the Demon Emperor Han Yang.
"The Demon King is victorious!"
King Tianwuwu clenched his hands into fists and roared with excitement at the top of his lungs.
…
"kill him!"
More than a dozen Martial Emperors from the Qingtian Realm were playing with the Heavenly Martial Emperor like a cat and a mouse.
boom!
Bloody thunder passed by.
Everyone in the upper world dies.
"The Demon King is victorious!"
…
Han Yang, who was in the fifth phase of the Nine Phases, reached an incredible speed.
He was like a blood-red thunder, shuttled across the Tianwu Continent.
Wherever he passes, as long as he is a warrior from the upper realm, he will kill them all.
The killing speed was so fast that many warriors did not know what exactly happened.
By the time the two holy places of Xumi Sect and Jingshi Valley, as well as the warriors from each sect under their command, realized something was wrong and wanted to evacuate Tianwu Paradise, it was already too late.
Han Yang rushed forward for three hours.
It almost spanned the entire Tianwu Continent.
When he stood on the edge of the blessed land covered in blood and billowing evil aura, looking at the Xumi Sect camp a few hundred feet away, the entire camp outside was silent.
"Demon...Demon Emperor Han Yang!"
Han Ye'er stood in the middle of the camp and saw Han Yang with blood-red eyes. His body trembled and his eyes couldn't help but tremble.
This guy... what kind of monster is he!
In the past three hours, the sound of the broken life talisman was like frying beans, crackling and crackling.
All the Xumi Sect disciples who entered Tianwu Paradise, including the subordinate first, second and third grade sect warriors, all died.
Could it be that... it only took the other party three hours to kill all the intruders sent by the Xumi Sect into Tianwu Paradise?
At this moment, even Han Ye'er, who was temporarily in charge of the camp, was trembling with fear and fearful of Han Yang.
"Quickly, pass the news to the deputy sect leader and ask her to return to the camp immediately."
The terrible thing is that at this important moment, Lu Qiu Wushuang was not in the camp, but went to greet the ancestor of Xumi Sect.
This made Han Yeer feel inexplicably anxious.
There was an old man on the side who looked full of wisdom. He said indifferently: "Why should you worry, leader? I think this boy's forbidden technique has great disadvantages. It can only be used in an environment full of Hongmeng purple energy. If he dares to step out of the blessed land, Half a step, there is only a dead end..."
Almost at the moment the old man's voice fell, a demonic explosion sounded over the Xumi Sect camp.
"Nine turns without form, sixth turn!"
boom!
As the sound spread, a streak of blood shot out from Tianwu Paradise like thunder and headed straight for Han Ye'er.
Ouch!
The green dragon roared.
The god of war cursed the sword, and the green dragon broke it.
A sleeve of green dragon, among thousands of troops, beheaded the enemy leader...
