Within the Daxia Dynasty.

Thirteen third-level warriors were flying in the air and speeding towards a valley.

"The aura here is so rich! The real aura is like rain!"

Feeling the rain of spiritual energy in the Heavenly Martial Paradise, the Martial Lords were filled with emotion.

"What a pity. The limit is the third level of martial arts. Otherwise, I can advance to the fourth level in ten days!"

"It doesn't matter! The third level of Martial Lord is enough! Those lower realm barbarians in Tianwu Blessed Land don't understand what it means for Martial Lord to enter. They..."

"Silence! Don't say what you shouldn't say!"

Several people were talking among themselves, but they were scolded by the leader.

They all obviously had the same clothes and the same state of mind, but the other twelve people were extremely in awe of the leader.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the others fell silent and didn't say another word.

Thirteen people formed a battle formation and flew forward silently.

It seems loose, but in fact everyone is cautious and vigilant.

Zheng!

The sound of swords resounded in the void without any warning.

But these thirteen people seemed to have expected it.

"Coming!"

"Form up!"

Thirteen people quickly formed a formation, intending to surround and kill the raiders.

only……

puff!

A flash of sword light passed by.

They were shocked to find that the battle formation they had set up had no effect at all.

With one slash, twelve of the thirteen people exploded and were destroyed by the sword's energy.

Only the leader, with a halo of light on his body, blocked the fatal blow.

"Impossible! How is it possible? Why is your sword so much stronger?!"

The man was a little unbelievable.

According to the intelligence from a few days ago, Han Yang, the master of Tianwu Paradise, was only capable of killing a second-level martial master.

If he wants to kill Tier 3, he must use forbidden techniques, explode his acupoints, and fight to the death.

But what's going on now?

The opponent actually killed twelve third-level martial masters with a casual strike, and twelve third-level martial masters in formation. This was completely different from the information obtained previously.

What answered him was Han Yang's blade.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded again.

It's still a casual knife.

"Holy Son, help!"

The man could no longer care about anything else and started calling for help loudly.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of breaking through the air came from far to near.

Eight Martial Lords appear in this world.

One of the young figures suddenly appeared between the man asking for help and Han Yang's blade.

Bang!

This man waved his hand and actually blocked Han Yang's Mu Shang Blade with his physical palm.

If you look closely, you can see a black halo flashing on his palm.

"Han Yang, is this really your trap?"

Holding Han Yang's knife, a slight contemptuous smile appeared on the man's face, and he looked at Han Yang with a hint of interest.

"Oh? That old boy is really evil."

Han Yang looked at the eight people who appeared in front of him.

According to Si Wuxin's information, the holy son and saintly daughter of the Xumi Sect, who was supposed to arrive an hour later, arrived early.

Not only that, even the so-called Martial Lord of the subordinate sect Void Sect, the leader seems to be pretending to be the Martial Lord of Xumi Sect.

He set up a trap to hunt them, and they clearly set up a trap deliberately targeting themselves.

There is no doubt that Si Wuxin was doing everything.

But, it doesn't matter...

Han Yang looked at the talisman inspired by the palm of the Xumi Sect's holy son with great interest.

"Martial Ancestor Talisman?"

Only the Martial Ancestor Talisman can block his own attack.

The Holy Son of Xumi Sect shouted coldly: "Han Yang, in our Qingtian Realm, if you, a barbarian from the lower realm, refuses to obey the teachings, you will only die, and you can't..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of swords and trembling sounds sounded again.

Nine turns without form, the first turn.

Han Yang's combat power suddenly soared.

boom!

The sword exploded in the hands of the Holy Son.

Although he was not killed under the protection of the Martial Ancestor Talisman, he was blasted hundreds of feet by the huge force. He was in a miserable state, with a look of horror on his face, and no longer looked superior to others.

"Kill him!"

The disgraced Holy Son became angry and shouted for others to take action.

"The person who killed you is the Holy Son of Xumi Holy Land... Takumi..."

The Holy Son in the back brazenly activated the talisman in his hand. He used an offensive talisman.

boom!

The moment the talisman's flashing light hit Han Yang, a shield lit up, blocking the talisman's blow.

At the same time, Han Yang's figure suddenly disappeared.

Namo!

Namo!

Namo!

The sound of the evil Buddha's Zen chanting exploded without warning.

A knife of bliss.

The upgraded version of Sha Zen, salvation, appears for the first time.

The Holy Son Takumi was so frightened that he screamed: "Qiu Feng, protect me quickly!"

A saint child on the side immediately activated the defensive talisman and tried to protect Takumi.

But the moment he stood up, another sound of swords sounded.

Han Yang also has an extra knife in his left hand.

Buddha-killing knife.

boom.

The Buddha-killing knife struck the talisman's brilliance he had inspired, and his body was thrown hundreds of feet away, making him even more embarrassed than the first Holy Son.

puff!

Then the sword light passed by.

Takumi lost his asylum and was beheaded with a knife.

The flying blood splashed on the faces of the surrounding saints, causing them to wake up from the complacency of cat and mouse.

"Guiyi Realm! He has entered the Wuzong."

"Fifth-level combat power! This Lord of the Blessed Land definitely possesses... fifth-level combat power!"
To be continued...