Chapter 832 One sword conquers all directions
"War God Sect?"
The three Martial Ancestors all looked at a loss. In the Divine Continent of Middle Earth, they had never heard of any God of War Sect.
One of them stepped forward and said coldly: "The four adults are about to return, you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the cold voice speak again.
"Quack!"
Zheng!
The sword's light was faint, like a horse being trained.
A black light suddenly appeared in front of the Martial Ancestor.
puff!
Just when the man wanted to resist, his defense was torn apart by black light, and his body was split into two.
"careful!"
"He's hiding in everyone's shadow!"
The other two Martial Ancestors discovered the clue.
shadow?
Everyone around them was startled, and then their eyes became frightened, and they began to avoid other people's shadows.
Buzz!
The shadow of another Martial Ancestor flashed.
Another black light slashed out.
This time, he was on guard and struck back with his sword.
clang!
The rich light emitted by the collision of the sword and the sword directly tore the shadow under his feet.
The master hiding in the shadow finally appeared.
But when everyone saw that person, they all gasped.
God!
That persona was majestic, just like a god walking in the world, exuding brilliant power.
It's like an ancient god!
There were even a few Martial Ancestors and Martial Lords who had the urge to worship.
The two Martial Ancestors were equally horrified.
No wonder he dared to use the God of War as the name of his sect. Standing there, this man looked as if the God of War had come to the world, majestic and inviolable.
They both couldn't help but become cautious.
One of them spoke slowly: "My friend, there may be some misunderstanding between us..."
Zheng!
What answered him was a flash of sword light!
Puff puff puff puff!
In the camp, at least seven or eight Martial Lords were killed with one sword.
What's even more terrifying is that they turned into ashes after death, leaving no bodies behind.
It's like...
The flesh, bones, bones and souls of these warriors were swallowed up by the sword in the hand of the man who appeared in the shadow.
Magic knife?
The two Martial Ancestors looked at each other with astonishment in their hearts.
But the next moment, the face of a well-informed Martial Ancestor suddenly changed: "Tie Thief! The knife in your hand is the Seven Souls Fierce Weapon...Tie Thief Swallow!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present was frightened.
The word "seven evil souls" is not because the seven evil souls will bite the master, but because this magic sword has appeared in the world seven times, and every time, it has caused endless bloodshed.
The last time it appeared was a hundred thousand years ago, when the ruthless Holy Emperor holding this sword almost slaughtered all the ninth-level Martial Saints in the Blue Sky Realm.
After his ascension, it took the Blue Sky Realm a full hundred thousand years to barely regain its former glory.
At this time, the seven fierce soldiers appeared again.
and appeared before their eyes.
This made everyone feel a chill that froze their souls in their hearts.
"Your Excellency, Tianwu Blessed Land belongs to your God of War Sect..."
The high-level martial ancestor who recognized the thieves-swallowing soldiers retreated hastily, even giving up the mission of capturing Han Yang's relatives and friends.
The news of the appearance of the seven evil soldiers must be sent back to the sect as soon as possible without any delay...
This majestic warrior who killed many people was naturally Han Yang who wore the Wanxiang Mask.
The "old woman" who had previously killed the envoys of the Sun Moon God Sect and lured away four seventh-level martial saints was also disguised as the Fuxing Chess Saint.
"Want to leave now?"
Han Yang sneered: "I just gave you the opportunity, but you didn't know how to cherish it... When the magic sword was born, there were no bones left!"
Zheng!
The sound of swords sounded again.
Shadow, assassination!
At the same time, another ripple appeared on his body.
Nine turns without form, the third turn!
After returning to Tianwu Paradise, he could unleash his unbridled killing spree.
"not good!"
"Let's go!"
Seeing Han Yang's aura suddenly increase greatly, the two high-level martial ancestors were shocked.
It is indeed too late to leave again.
boom!
The sword light passed by, and the two figures were submerged in a black light.
Han Yang's attack power increased to an extremely terrifying level.
Even the Martial Saint of the Mo family can be killed.
The light of the sword passed by, and both high-level martial ancestors died!
Even the dozen middle and low-level Martial Ancestors and Martial Lords around them were also devoured by the "swallowing thieves", leaving no trace of their corpses.
Han Yang, surrounded by black light, was like a shadow war god, swallowing up everything.
Miles away.
"That person...what state is he in?"
There were three figures standing in the air, looking at Han Yang in Tianwu Paradise with solemn expressions.
In their eyes, the opponent's aura was erratic. Sometimes he was as powerful as a Martial Saint, and sometimes he seemed to be just a Martial Lord. It was difficult to figure out.
"It doesn't matter what state he is in, the key is his combat power..."
Another person spoke coldly.
The three of them are all third-level martial saints.
But at this time, the three of them did not dare to take action rashly.
Even they couldn't kill so many Martial Ancestors as cleanly and neatly as Han Yang.
"And the knife in his hand seems a little weird... It's a pity that you can't get too close, otherwise, you will definitely be able to find out his origin."
"I didn't expect that there would be so many forces coveting Tianwu Paradise. Lord Protector, you made a mistake!"
The three of them are all members of the Sun and Moon God Sect.
Previously, according to the order of Protector Mianyue, he came to Manzhou and prepared to capture Han Yang's relatives and friends.
But when I got here, I realized that Tianwu Paradise was surrounded by enemies. There were many strong martial saints, and there were even seventh-level martial saints hiding outside.
So much so that now, these people don't dare to take action rashly.
One after another, strong men appeared and claimed control of Tianwu Paradise, but the Sun and Moon God Sect was completely reduced to a supporting role.
"When will the Nine-Day Protector and the Red Moon Protector arrive?"
"They just returned from the Holy Relic, it will take at least five days!"
"Five days...five days later, Han Yang's relatives and friends may have fallen into the hands of some sect..."
"Ahem, what should we do? Now, where should we go?"
…
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind!
While the three martial saints of the Sun and Moon God Sect secretly observed Han Yang, there were also people observing them from a distance.
"They are from the Sun and Moon God Sect..."
"They're just a bunch of ants! Without a high-level Martial Saint sitting in charge, they have no right to compete for the Tianwu Blessed Land."
"What are we going to do with the guy with the knife?"
"wait!"
"There are too many hidden forces. Let him come forward first to attract firepower. We are not in a hurry, haha..."
…
"I think that man's sword skills seem to be Mo's shadow skills..."
"Even if Mo Xiaoyao took action himself, he couldn't do it so cleanly!"
"Tell me, besides the Mo family, which sect is proficient in the art of shadow?"
"Is it... the Shadow Temple?"
"You mean the Three Temples? Impossible! They never interfere in secular affairs..."
"Wait... wait until the saint comes back, maybe there will be results."
…
Han Yang suppressed all directions with one strike, causing many enemies lurking in the dark to throw their weapons away and give up on taking action.
But this calm is only temporary.
If the seventh-level Martial Saints who were chasing the Floating Star Chess Saints returned, the real war would begin again.
After standing in the void for a full stick of incense, Han Yang beheaded the Martial Saint some time ago and recovered all the injuries to his body and soul caused by the explosion.
"We're almost reaching our limit..."
Han Yang realized that if he was promoted to the Martial Ancestor realm, and then activated the Nine Phaseless Transformations, and self-destructed his acupoints and soul, it would not be so easy to recover.
As his realm continued to improve, the Hongmeng Purple Qi in Tianwu Paradise could no longer keep up with his healing speed.
Seeing that no one dared to come forward, Han Yang slowly fell down and stepped into Tianwu Blessed Land.
"Did that bastard Zhan Tianzi... drag Qiaoqian and the others into the ruins of the gods?"
It was just a step too late.
As soon as Han Yang stepped into Tianwu Paradise, he felt the ubiquitous power of Shenxu.
After flying for dozens of miles, a gate to the ruins of the gods appeared in front of them.
The Divine Ruins, which was supposed to be opened every hundred years, was unexpectedly opened in advance by Emperor Zhan...
