boom!

Han Yang responded to Heifeng with a casual palm, which was almost the same as the one that killed Han Tianming before.

"Arrogant!"

Hei Feng felt that he was being looked down upon and was furious.

He bathed in divine grace five times, and his body and soul became incredibly strong. He thought he was invincible in the temple of divine grace.

Being slighted by an unknown junior made him furious.

"Qianfeng!"

Hei Feng shook his left hand hard.

Hundreds of black rays of light shot towards Han Yang's giant hand like arrows.

"Qianfeng Jue! Even the eighth-level Martial King can't resist it. The Blood Lotus has angered Hei Feng..."

Ice Mask squinted his eyes, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Blood Lotus killed Han Tianming, which is enough to be called a genius.

But Black Front is an insurmountable barrier!

She fully understands the power of Black Edge.

If Blood Lotus can defeat Hei Feng, then... Blood Lotus' talent is no longer enough to be described as a genius!

Strange!

It’s the kind of anomaly that is seen once in a thousand years and is invincible in the world!

Thousands of years ago, this kind of anomaly might have made a king an emperor!

But the premise is that Blood Lotus can survive under Hei Feng's hands.

Puff puff puff!

One after another, like a violent storm, the sharp arrows hit the giant hand holding up the sky.

This black arrow seems to have the destructive power to tear apart space.

In just a short moment, Han Yang's giant spiritual hand was torn apart and riddled with holes.

"Oh? His strength is pretty good, at least at Ji Feihua's level. There are indeed so many geniuses in the Emperor's Secret Realm."

Although Heifeng is a seventh-level Martial King, his own strength is not weaker than Ji Feihua!

In this case...

Zheng!

With a sword cry, the Thousand-leaf Divine Sword appeared behind Han Yang, trembling and buzzing, causing the space to tremble slightly.

"Tianshu!"

Han Yang flicked his finger, and the flying sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, split away from the Thousand Leaf Divine Sword.

The sword comes out like a dragon!

The sword roared and shot towards the black front.

Hei Feng laughed and said: "Hahaha! Turns out he is a swordsman! Who dares to use a sword in front of me!"

In the previous fight, he felt that he had already figured out the depths of the Blood Lotus Swordsman.

The strength of the ninth-level Martial King, but he is only the first to enter the ninth-level Martial King.

At the first level of the King of Martial Arts, with such combat power, he can be regarded as an unparalleled talent that only emerges in ten thousand years.

But that's all.

Hei Feng is sure to kill the man in front of him!

"The sword moves a thousand swords!"

There was also a black sword in Heifeng's hand. The sword's edge shook and turned into little bits of cold light.

Use treasure weapons to activate Qianfengjue, doubling its power.

Dang Dang Dang!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and hundreds of arrows fell on the Qianye Divine Sword.

At this moment, the sound of light drinking started again.

"Tianxuan!"

"Tianji!"

"Tianxuan!"

Zhengzhengzheng!

Three Thousand Leaves Divine Swords flew out and formed a sword formation with the first Thousand Leaves Flying Sword.

Kui!

The four swords are the leader!

Between the stars, with the energy of the stars and the runes of the stars, they roared and trembled, cutting through the body-protecting energy of the black front.

Dang Dang Dang!

The arrows hit the sword array crazily, causing ripples.

Even though the edge of the arena was protected by the halo of the fragments of the divine list, the sound of the impact of the arrows and the divine swords still made the heads of the low-level martial kings in the stands buzz and tremble, and they let out painful wails.

They couldn't even bear the sound of the aftermath.

Everyone retreated in confusion.

The eyes looking at the two people on the ring were filled with horror.

Too strong!

Both of these people are monster levels.

This kind of combat power is definitely at the level of a ninth-level Martial King!

Being able to become one of the three giants in the Temple of Divine Grace is certainly not a wasted reputation.

But that little-known Blood Lotus Swordsman, who was at the first level of King of Martial Arts, was going back and forth with Hei Feng, regardless of victory or defeat, which was a bit scary.

"No wonder the Temple of Divine Grace changed the rules! With the strength of the Blood Lotus Swordsman, the first-level Martial King Realm is completely crushed, and there is no way for us to survive."

"He can't even defeat Black Blade, can he?"

"It's hard to say..."

"Not good! Look..."

Amidst the discussion, changes suddenly occurred.

Dang Dang Dang!

In dozens of breaths, collisions occurred countless times.

Suddenly, Hei Feng's defense stalled.

puff!

A flying sword passed over Hei Feng's chest, leaving a deep sword mark.

He missed!

He was unable to defend against the sword of the Blood Lotus Swordsman.

"What happened? The Blood Lotus Swordsman's sword became stronger?"

"No! It's not that the Blood Lotus Swordsman has become stronger, but that Black Blade has become weaker... His successors are weak, and his Yuan Dan is beginning to dry up."

Someone told the truth, causing everyone to take a breath of air.

In just a few dozen breaths, the Yuan Dan that Heifeng had beaten was exhausted, leaving him powerless. The Blood Lotus Swordsman wanted to grind Heifeng to death.

"Asshole!"

Hei Feng also realized that if he continued to fight like this, he would be slowly worn to death.

The fierce look in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

"Front blast!"

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

All the arrows shot out from the sword's edge exploded, trying to block Han Yang's sword.

"Yuheng!"

Unexpectedly, Han Yang flicked his finger and struck out with his sword again.

puff!
To be continued...