Zheng!

The sound of swords directly interrupted the sound.

puff!

Bloody light spilled into the void.

The corpse of a fourth-level Martial Ancestor fell from the void.

"..."

All the warriors were stunned.

A ninth-level Martial Lord, killing a fourth-level Martial Ancestor with a sword?

Are you kidding me?

There was absolutely no other sound between heaven and earth.

Only Nangong Lin's cold shout echoed: "Who else!"

…

A hundred miles away, an old man with white beard and hair rode a three-legged dragon and fled like crazy.

"How is it possible! How is this possible! Is Xingxiuhai crazy? He actually sent her to guide the way? What is Han Yang's identity that makes Xingxiuhai pay so much attention to it..."

This old man is an eighth-level Martial Ancestor.

His mission is to hold back the guide of Xingxiu Sea and create opportunities for others to kill the candidate star Han Yang.

But what happened at the scene made him feel like he was dying.

Others mistakenly thought that Nangong Lin was extremely powerful and could kill the fourth-level Martial Ancestor with a sword.

But he knew very well that the one who drew the sword was not Nangong Lin, but... a sword master hidden in the secret.

The sword light was extremely swift, as if hidden in nothingness, and full of domineering energy that never came back.

There is only one person in Xingxiu Sea with such sword intent...the Star-catching Sword Master!

The moment he realized that it was the Star Reaching Sword Master who was guiding Han Yang, he stopped caring about everything and ran away.

"The news must be spread immediately. Xingxiuhai attaches so much importance to that boy and sends a sword master to lead the way. That man must be extraordinary. I..."

Zheng!

At this moment, a sword light came from behind like a bolt of steel.

"Sword Master, please spare my life... I was just entrusted by others..."

The old man's face turned pale as he sensed something bad, and he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart.

puff!

Not receiving any response, the sword light smeared across his body like a hot knife cutting through butter.

An eighth-level Martial Ancestor and the three-legged dragon beneath him were cut in half with one sword.

There was no movement in the void, as if nothing had happened.

…

In the flying boat, Nangong Lin's figure flashed away and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Whoosh!

Everyone's eyes fell on Han Yang.

A fourth-level Sword Slayer Martial Ancestor, a monster master who is a peerless genius himself, is only assigned to Han Yang as a protector?

Then Han Yang's identity, isn't it...

Even Fu Jianxin hesitated again and again, not daring to step forward rashly.

At this time, Han Yang was no longer as simple as a candidate for Xingzi from Xingxiu Mountain.
Chapter completed!