"Hateful. I will die with you."

Lord Chilei seemed to know that he was going to die, so he launched the forbidden technique brazenly.

boom!

A round of purple thunder exploded from between his eyebrows, causing his entire face to be covered with purple thunder lines.

Just when he was about to use forbidden techniques to forcibly increase his strength...

Zheng!

The sound of swords that cut off his hope of escape rang in his ears again.

Kill Zen!

Bang!

The blade struck the body of Lord Red Thunder, abruptly interrupting the forbidden technique he had just launched.

"puff……"

Lord Chilei spat out a mouthful of old blood, and his breath quickly weakened.

"Junior!"

He doesn't hate Ning Xun now, he doesn't hate Lu Qiu Miaoyu, he only hates this brat and bastard who dragged him into death.

If it weren't for Han Yang, with his skill, he would never have ended up like this.

puff!

puff!

One sword and one spear penetrated the body at the same time.

Let all the hatred of Lord Chilei come to an abrupt end.

Until his death, his eyes were fixed on Han Yang.

Boom.

The body of Lord Chilei fell on the top of the corpse mountain, becoming the second person to fall on the blessed land of Tianwu... Lord Wu.

Luqiu Miaoyu did not sheath her sword.

Ning Xun did not put away his gun.

Both of them looked at Han Yang in surprise.

Han Yang's two sword blows just now were truly stunning and stunning.

He cut off his arm with a knife and forced the Red Thunder Lord who was trying to escape.

Cutting off the forbidden technique with one sword, the Lord Red Thunder was seriously injured by the forbidden technique, and his strength was reduced to a tenth.

In other words, even if they don't take action, the young man in front of him, who only has the Martial Emperor realm, is in this blessed land that he owns, and with the power of a small realm, it seems... there is a slight possibility of attacking the Martial Emperor.

The First Level Martial Emperor, counterattacking the Martial Lord...

After a moment of silence, Ning Xun actually spoke up first, nodded and said: "I can recommend you to participate in the first series of assessments!"

He was convinced by Han Yang's stunning performance.

Such geniuses are more lethal, so what's the problem?

"Oh……"

Luqiu Miaoyu on the side responded with a sneer.

Han Yang's two swords are enough to qualify as the first rank.

Not to mention, Han Yang is still a realm master, and with the blessing of luck within a hundred years, there is almost no bottleneck in his cultivation.

Ning Xun's suggestion of recommending Han Yang to participate in the first series of assessments was purely to fool people.

The moon disk flashes.

Han Yang's injuries began to recover.

This feeling of fighting in the grand purple energy brought by the blessings of heaven and earth, and being able to use forbidden techniques unscrupulously, is so refreshing.

It wasn't until Han Yang fully recovered from his injuries that Luqiu Miaoyu said, "With your talent, you can already be ranked first in rank. Join me in Xumi Holy Land."

Ning Xun's eyes flickered.

Even in the Hongmeng Purple Qi, the little Martial Emperor in front of him recovered from his injuries too quickly!

This young man is not only powerful in combat, he can also fight against martial arts masters.

Even resilience is so terrible.

Such a genius...

puff!

While his mind was racing, suddenly, Ning Xun's head was penetrated directly by a skinny hand.

His body swayed twice in the void and then fell down like a dead fish.

A Martial Lord fell without any warning.

"What I hate the most are those bald donkeys in the monk temple. They are all so hypocritical and hypocritical!"

In the void, there is an old man in black robes, stepping on the thunder beast, putting his fingers full of red and white things in his mouth, sucking hard, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Black-blooded Demon Lord?!"

Beside, Luqiu Miaoyu, who recognized the old man's identity, could not keep the composure on her face at this moment.

While she was retreating frantically, she kept shouting: "Master, I am a disciple of the Nine Tribulations Patriarch of Xumi Holy Land..."

Buzz!

The lightning on the thunder beast flashed, and the figure of the black-robed ancestor disappeared again.

puff!

The skinny palm penetrated the head, decapitating Luqiu Miaoyu, a rare beauty.
Chapter completed!