"Be bold!"

"stop!"

Next to An Fuguo, two Martial Kings dressed as military generals were furious, and their bodies glowed with the unique light belonging to the fragments of the third-level god list.

But the strength of the two of them is simply not enough in front of Han Yang today.

Click.

The halo of the fragments of the third-level god list shattered almost instantly.

The expressions of rage on their faces suddenly turned into panic.

An Fuguo sighed, reached forward with his palm, and suddenly grasped the sword light that Han Yang had slashed out.

Bang!

The sword glowed with a loud bang and exploded in his hand.

Ripples appeared on An Fuguo's body, as if his whole body was made of water.

One way.

Two lanes.

Ripples piled up one after another, and finally nine ripples rippled, barely suppressing the violent energy released by the sword light.

This scene made An Fuguo look a little stunned and looked at Han Yang in surprise.

It seemed that Han Yang was not expected to be so powerful.

An Fuguo was still calm, but the two men were completely furious.

If An Fuguo hadn't taken action, they might have died under Han Yang's sword.

"Han! We are disciples of the Yang family of the Resurrection Society. If you dare to attack us, my young master will definitely crush you to ashes..."

One of them pointed at Han Yang and started yelling curses without thinking about life and death.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded again.

The man couldn't help but take a step back, and the cursing stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Han, please let us explain..."

An Fuguo did not expect that Han Yang was so domineering, and was ready to kill Chen Qiaoqian just because he temporarily changed the location of returning Chen Qiaoqian.

"Explanation? No need!"

Amidst the sound of the sword, Han Yang drew his sword again.

The Four Elephants Curse Seal Knife, White Tiger Kills!

The white tiger roars!

Endless sword light swept towards the three of them.

Facing the overwhelming pressure, An Fuguo finally changed his expression and said helplessly: "Why do you have to force our family to take action..."

Following the words, ripples appeared on his body again.

This time there are not just nine paths, but ten paths.

As soon as the ten ripples appeared, An Fuguo's already old face became even more withered.

Almost a skinny skeleton.

But his momentum suddenly soared.

From the ninth-level Martial King, he climbed to the half-step Martial King level.

seal.

This is the seal that Evil King Jiang Huanyun mentioned earlier.

This kind of seal can seal all the breath of the warrior, just like a turtle's breath, extending the life of An Fuguo.

This allowed him to live from the Han Dynasty, across the long river of time, to the present.

This method is unique to the Han Dynasty, and its level far exceeds the life-extending method of the old martial emperor Luo Beihan of Zhujian Villa.

Once the seal is released, An Fuguo's strength will soar.

The shortcomings are also obvious. Every time the seal is unlocked, his lifespan will be greatly reduced.

"Qiankun!"

Turn your palm over.

Hundreds of red rays shot out from An Fuguo's hand, one by one meeting the White Tiger Saber Qi released by Han Yang.

Dang Dang Dang!

The roaring sounds were continuous.

The sword energy released by Han Yang's sword was actually blocked by him.

"Oh? As expected of the last dynasty of Tianwu, he is quite capable! Try my sword again!"

Han Yang snorted coldly and slashed out again.

Four Symbols Cursed Seal Knife, Xuanwu Town!

boom!

The basalt beast composed of swords and lights descended from the sky, exuding terrifying pressure.

Xuanwu controls all realms.

This sword was like the whole world, suppressing the three people on the opposite side.

"Saint Protector!"

An Fuguo's figure became more and more stooped. He flicked his hands and woven red threads into a red umbrella, covering the heads of the three people.

Although the two Yang family disciples are also ninth-level Martial Kings, they can only be bystanders in this battle and have no qualifications to intervene.

Boom.

Xuanwu Town collides with the red line umbrella cover.

A huge roar resounded in all directions.

The terrifying ability spreads wantonly, sweeping from the sky to the ground, destroying all obstacles.

The faces of the casual cultivators below suddenly changed and they retreated hastily.

The power of destruction.

The fight between the two would completely destroy one party's world-level power.

The entire valley is falling apart under the current attack.

Countless rocks collapsed.

Just when everyone thought that An Fuguo's Sunflower Magic had blocked Han Yang's blade, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Yang's mouth.

Click!

The sound of bones breaking sounded.

In An Fuguo's ears, the miserable howls of the two Yang clan's martial kings could be heard.

"Anlao help me."

"Mr. An..."

The two men opened their mouths sadly and asked for help from An Fuguo, but it was already too late.

Puff!

Amidst the muffled sound, their bodies were crushed into two pieces of flesh.

An Fuguo's turbid old eyes were filled with cold light.

He didn't expect that Han Yang's sword light could pass through the red line umbrella cover and directly affect the two people he was protecting.

"Han Yang."

There was no clear expression on his old, skeleton-like face, but his eyes were so wide that they almost protruded from their sockets.

Clearly out of anger.

At this time, Han Yang flipped his wrist, and Mu Shang's Blade returned to Najie.

"Last time, you sent Ji Feihua away for me. This time, I will spare your life. After this time, you and I will be clean..."

Han Yang's words made An Fuguo's eyes become even bloodier.

"Do you think our family really can't kill you little beast?"

The old eunuch finally tore off his mask of tenderness and revealed his cold murderous intent.
To be continued...