clang!

Although the sword in his left hand was thrown away, the sword in his right hand slashed towards Hong Jiao's neck with unparalleled power.

At this moment, Hongjiao's whole body suddenly turned scarlet.

The bloody smoke filled the sky, soaring straight into the sky.

Bloodline, activate.

The phantom of a demon god with two horns suddenly appeared behind Hongjiao.

With the blessing of the Demon God's shadow, he almost climbed to a higher level.

His cultivation has reached the fifth level of Demon Saint.

boom.

Han Yang's deified realm was directly shattered.

"Humanity, die!"

At this moment, the red horn is as ferocious as a devil, and the horns in both hands are slashing like a battle axe.

Mu Zixu on the side looked horrified.

"Is this the true face of the devil in hell..."

The world is indeed a world!

He had to admit that the power of this red horn had exceeded his understanding.

He couldn't tell at all what the phantom of the demon god was, so he could just lift it up to a higher level out of thin air.

At this moment, if he were facing the red corner, he would never be able to take this move.

"cut!"

At the moment when the red horn activated his bloodline, Han Yang also inspired the curse seal on the seven evil soldiers.

Heavenly Way Zen Singing and Cutting.

The blue dragon breaks.

The twisting power belonging to Zuo Dian, along with Han Yang's deified realm, also began to crazily twist the phantom behind the red horn.

boom!

The knife and horn collided again.

The horrific aftermath of the explosion swept across all directions.

The two figures were directly blown out of the light and shadow.

The left side of Han Yang's chest was almost pierced by the horn, and some of the internal organs could even be seen, and his heart was gurgling with blood.

And the red corner...

The horn on his right hand had been chopped off by Han Yang with a knife, and the broken half had to be transformed into a horn again and returned to his head.

A broken horn looks quite funny.

But at this moment, Hongjiao's face was filled with a ferocious smile.

"Boy, you are very strong, but you lost after all."

That's right, Han Yang lost a move.

He released the curse seal to kill Zuo Dian, but failed to kill Hongjiao. The four-image curse seal knife was cut off.

Now, Han Yang can only rely on his own strength to face the red corner.

Hongjiao was so happy just because he had seen through the details of Han Yang's Cursed Seal Knife.

Mu Zixu also sighed deeply.

This is the drawback of devouring exercises.

Even though Han Yang's sword skills are god-level, the underlying rules of devouring skills will still not change.

No matter how much power is swallowed up, once it is released, it will no longer be able to fight.

Han Yang should have fallen back to his normal state.

He no longer regains his previous invincible posture.

However, facing Hongjiao's triumphant smile, Han Yang still maintained a faint smile: "You seem to have misunderstood something..."

boom!

As he finished speaking, an unparalleled shadow of the God of War, with three heads and six arms, appeared above his head.

"I have bloodline too!"

Isn't the so-called bloodline the holy body of Heavenly Dao that has been passed down through the same vein for nine generations?

Now, this God of War is the incarnation of the Holy Body of Heaven.

Moreover, the bloodline inspired by Han Yang is definitely more skillful than Hongjiao.

The shadow behind him is slowly blending with himself.

This is the only battle.

Han Yang.
Chapter completed!