Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

When a sword cultivator who was comparable to the Martial Ancestor rushed forward with all his strength, his speed reached an astonishing level.

The sword is like a flying dragon.

Nangong Lin walked with his sword, taking Han Yang with him, and headed towards the blessed land of Tianwu at lightning speed.

Han Yang closed his eyes and concentrated on polishing his realm.

It has been a month since he was promoted to the second level of Martial Emperor.

He is only half a step away from the realm of Wuzong where all methods return to the sect.

This time when I return to Tianwu Paradise, I will definitely be able to break through and enter the Wuzong during the battle.

After entering the Wuzong, the skills you practice will be unified into one, and the integration from complexity to simplicity will be completed.

For Han Yang, this is the key realm second only to the Martial King realm for condensing three souls.

One day!

Two days.

Just two days later, the two of them arrived at a place less than three thousand miles away from Tianwu Paradise.

Zheng.

The flying sword trembled, and Nangong Lin suddenly stopped in the void.

Han Yang also opened his eyes suddenly.

Ahead, an old figure blocked the way for the two of them.

"Haha, I guessed that you would be unable to sit still, but I didn't expect that you would personally escort him back to the blessed land. It seems that Xingxiu Mountain attaches great importance to this son."

This figure is clearly the ancestor of Sanjing.

He actually judged Han Yang's intention and intercepted it in advance.

Nangong Lin sent a message to Han Yang: "It seems that the seriousness of the situation is beyond expectations. You go to the blessed land by yourself. Leave this old man to me."

Han Yang nodded and jumped down from the flying sword.

The ancestor of Sanjing did not stop him.

As long as Nangong Lin can be intercepted and killed, Han Yang, a mere Martial Emperor, is nothing more than fish on the chopping board.

Zheng.

The moment Han Yang left, the sound of swords sounded.

Soul Sword.

Facing a martial ancestor, Nangong Lin was not afraid at all and rushed to draw his sword first.

Boom.

The moment Nangong Lin drew his sword, a thunder exploded.

Another figure appeared in front of the void.

Ning Huafeng, the ancestor of Double Thunder.

One of the three valley masters of Jingshi Valley, he is also a martial ancestor.

Ning Huafeng chuckled and said, "I wanted to ambush that old guy Fanxing, but I didn't expect to bump into you. It's an unexpected bonus."

The two martial ancestors joined forces to ambush Nangong Lin.

Boom boom.

The three of them exchanged moves, and Nangong Lin's clothes were stained with blood and he was at a disadvantage.

Ancestor Sanjing laughed ferociously: "Martial Lord is Martial Lord! No matter how talented you are, you can't attack Martial Ancestor. Last time you were able to kill the old monster Qiu Yun from Ziyun Cave with your sword, maybe you have some hidden agenda?"

Ning Huafeng shouted wildly: "Today is the day you die!"

The two Martial Ancestors pounced again.

"Oh? Is that so..."

Nangong Lin's eyes flashed, and he pulled forward his left hand.

Buzz!

The sword screamed and trembled.

A bloody knife that was one foot long appeared in the void.

"knife?"

The two ancestors of Jingshi Valley couldn't help but be stunned.

Nangong Lin is one of the three great sword masters in Xingxiu Mountain, and the Juehun Sword has been passed down by Jueyunzi, the three-talented saint. What does it mean to take out a sword at this time?

Nangong Lin looked at the trembling blood knife in his hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Don't worry... Didn't I let you be born... Today, I will use the blood of two Martial Ancestors as a gift for your rebirth..."

After three thousand years, Sword Master Nangong Lin finally used her sword again.

Han Yang broke into the third palace and reached the nine stars, which finally put an end to her obsession.

Let her raise the knife again.

Soul Sword.

Soul-cutting knife.

Today, I will meet the Martial Ancestor with one sword and one sword.

Zheng!

Swords clashed, and a battle broke out...

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"Han Yang, Lord of Blessed Land? How dare you come back..."

A first-order Martial Lord dressed in Jinghong Sect uniform accidentally bumped into Han Yang, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

If you can kill or capture the world lord, it will definitely be a great achievement.

Zheng.

The moment a greedy look appeared in his eyes, the sound of a knife exploded.

Transcendence.

The light of the knife passed by.

The head flew up directly.

This martial lord didn't even finish his second sentence before he was beheaded with a knife.

After casually collecting his Najie, Han Yang continued to fly in the air without slowing down.

"Boundary Lord!"

"It's Han Yang, the Lord of Tianwu Blessed Land."

"Stop him!"

"kill him!"

Outside the blessed land, many warriors from the Jinghong Sect were alarmed by Han Yang.

"kill."

For more than ten days, the unhindered killings in Tianwu Paradise have made these people red-blooded.

When they saw the people from Tianwu Paradise, they started to besiege and kill them like crazy.

But they forgot that Han Yang once killed Wu Zun with a sword.

Hundreds of Martial Emperors swarmed forward, but before they could rush in front of Han Yang, they saw a white tiger roaring out.

The four elephants curse and seal the sword, and the white tiger kills.

Amidst the whistling sound, the light of the sword passed by.

Hundreds of Martial Emperors were directly turned into a shower of blood by the light of the sword.

The sound of killing suddenly stopped.

"I am the Luanbian Martial Lord of the Palace of Troubled Times..."

A second-level martial master rose into the air and slashed with his sword.

Zheng!

Amidst the sound of the knife, his body was split into two, and he didn't even have time to say his name.

"How brave! Look at me coming to kill you..."

This time, a third-level Martial Lord appeared.

The moment he burst out, Han Yang drew his sword again.

The four-image curse seal knife is broken by the green dragon.

In Xingxiu Mountain, the curse seal generated by killing the third-level martial master roared out with the sound of the sword.

puff!

The blade pierced through the head of the warrior.

Han Yang carried his body and charged forward for more than ten miles.

"Junior, how dare you commit murder?"

A powerful fourth-level Martial Lord stood in the sky, blocking the way.

The man raised his war hammer and roared down towards Han Yang with rolling thunder.

Nine injuries.

Han Yang launched the Nine Injuries without hesitation.

The orifice explodes.

Self-destruction without form.

Zheng!

In the sound of the sword, the four elephants cursed and sealed the sword, and the green dragon emerged again.

A sleeve of green dragon.

The corpse of the third-level Martial Lord still hanging on the blade exploded.

clang!

The tip of the knife hit the thunder hammer.

The blade of Mu Shang's Blade was directly bent into an arc.

The powerful combat power of the fourth-level Martial Lord exceeded the limit that Han Yang could bear at this time.

After all, he is only the second level Martial Emperor.

but……

That day, he protected the Tianwu Continent and killed tens of thousands of Martial Kings, Martial Emperors, and Martial Lords. The remaining half of the Death Curse Seal also burst out in an instant.

Another Qinglong Break.

Zheng!

Amidst the sound of the sword, a hole was blown out of the war hammer.

Countless cracks are spread all over the hammer body.

Finally, the warhammer shattered with a crack.

Most of the thunder power carried on the hammer was blocked by the divine list.

As soon as the remaining thunder burned Han Yang's body, the moon suddenly rose.

Reincarnation!

In an instant, Han Yang's injuries completely recovered.

Nine wounds, come back again.

Ouch!

The sound of the dragon roars again!

Another indomitable Qinglong Break!

A sleeve of green dragon.

Amidst the roar, the blade of Mu Shang's Blade slammed into the chest of the fourth-level martial master who had lost his magic weapon and looked stunned.

boom!

This unlucky Martial Lord's chest exploded and he was knocked several dozen feet away.

Han Yang's figure still moved forward fiercely.

"Asshole!"

Seeing that Han Yang was going forward so boldly that he was able to penetrate the Jinghong Sect's defensive array, high-level warriors rose up one after another.

boom!

A sixth-level martial master, with a spear like a dragon, chased Han Yang.

Unexpectedly, Han Yang stepped on the magical clouds in the sky and passed by the gun without dodging or dodging.

boom!

A seventh-level Martial Lord took action.

The sword light blasted behind Han Yang, shattering the halo of the divine list and exploding a cloud of blood mist, but causing Han Yang's speed to soar.

"Leave it to me."

An Feihong, the leader of Jinghong Sect, could no longer suppress the horror in his heart and took action suddenly.

The moment he drew his sword, the Star Shield on Han Yang lit up with a bright light.

boom!

The sword light was blocked.

Han Yang's figure took the opportunity to turn into a meteor, passing through the vast void and crashing into Tianwu Paradise.

Boom!

Han Yang, who landed firmly on the ground, turned around with blood on his lips and grinned at the tens of thousands of Martial Lords, Martial Sects, and Martial Emperors above him.

This sinister smile sent chills all over the Jinghong Sect.

Killed through.

As the most powerful first-level sect under the Holy Land, the Jinghong Sect has countless martial masters, but it was unexpectedly killed by a second-level martial emperor through the formation?

This smile is the best irony for them

.

The killing intent contained in the smile is the best gift that will be given back to them.

In the midst of thousands of troops, it was like a deserted place.

War God Han Yang.

Given time, they will surely be killed with shocking fury in Jinghong Sect, Chaotic Palace, and even Jingshi Holy Land...